Calling All Boys (Queen)

Untouchable.

John's P.O.V.

"I'll meet you all in the limo, please hurry up." Jim called as he rushed down the hotel corridor and into a lift to take him down to the lobby.

I looked behind me impatiently, suitcase in my hand.
"Guys, come on! We're going to miss the fucking plane!" I shouted, checking my watch.

"I'm here." Roger rushed out of his room, almost tripping over his suitcase and dropping his key from his clumsy fingers as he tried to lock his door.

"Freddie?!" I called, "Go get him, will you?" I asked Roger, too conscious of time.

He nodded and rushed into the singers room, "Freddie, come on! We have to go!" I heard the blonde shout.

"Alright, alright, I'm here." I finally heard him emerge and he dragged his own suitcase from behind him and exited his room, looking rushed.

"What the fuck are they doing?" I huffed, walking over to Brian and Alison's room, knocking on it loudly, "Brian! Hurry up!"

"Just go in." Roger suggested in a panic, earning a disapproving stare from both me and Fred.

"You go in there, you'll never come back out, she's a man eater." Freddie mumbled under his breath, making us both chuckle.

All three of us had taken a strong dislike to Alison, there was something not quite right about her, or her whole relationship and marriage to Brian...but we had yet to figure things out.

We were going home today, back to London, back to working in the studio, back to normality...if you could ever call anything we do, normal.

The last week had been strange and atmospheric.

It had been weird being on the spectating side of Brian's and Alison's marriage. It had almost been like sitting and watching a film, it was that...fake.

Now whether this was their normality, and how things had always been then...cool.

But it wasn't. And we could tell.

If Alison wasn't acting super sickly sweet around Brian when we were also around, it would seem less weird, but the way she spoke to him with a baby toned voice as if she wanted him to look after her all the time, to mollycoddle her, tell her she's a good girl...it was all very sickly.

And Brian seemed to hate every second.

We never saw them have a proper, real, adult conversation, not around us anyway, Brian always seemed swamped and suffocated by her, always trying to edge away from her clinginess, try to make her shut up at times as if he knew what she was about to say would make us question everything...

And it was.

She wasn't Brian's ideal girl, in fact, she was the total bloody opposite.

Brian enjoyed intellectual, intelligent and engaging conversations about deep and interesting topics, he enjoyed an individual that was independent and knew how to make their own decisions and who had their own interests, he was also his own person who liked his own space at times, he liked mature attitudes. Brian wasn't one to fight all the time...

Yet I was yet to hear a single utter of intelligence leave Alison's mouth. She was constantly hanging off of his arm, he'd move away, she'd only move in closer. She was clingy beyond despair and had no interest whatsoever in any word that left Brian's mouth, the only things she was interested in was what he was going to buy her that day. And she acted like a child, to outsiders it was probably easy for them to mistake Brian for Alison's father or something, the way she stamps her foot and crosses her arms every time he dares say no.
Every time she squeals his name when she doesn't get what she wants.