Must Be Love

Something In The Way

Rogers P.O.V
I woke up, Lola inbetween me and Freddie, his arms wrapped around my back, his mouth open partly, he made a little whistle noise every time he breathed out through his teeth.

I squirmed out of his grip and crawled out of bed, my back hurt and my hair was dishevelled and my face sweaty and red.

I stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to turn hot, I needed to leave the room as soon as possible.

Not only would Keira hit the roof but also we had a photo shoot at 3pm, it was already 10:30am.

I heard the bathroom door open, I held my breath, hoping that I would hear Lolas feet against the tiled floor, instead I heard heavy footsteps.

The shower door was steamy and I couldn't see who the person was from behind it, I assumed it was Freddie because of the man's muscular figure.

The door opened and Freddie stood there, leaning against the door frame, I turned my back to him and continued washing myself under the warm water.

"Get out" I growled, Freddie ignored me from the sound of the shower door sliding shut again, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"See this isn't that bad" he whispered in my ear, I rinsed the shampoo out my hair and turned the shower off, wringing my hair out and stepping out of the shower.

I wrapped a towel round my waist and quickly headed out of the bathroom, Lola was still peacefully asleep on the bed where I left her.

I got dressed and dried my hair, pulling open the door and tearing down the hallway, I needed space away from Freddie, I was weak and stupid to let him seduce me.

Later that day we were getting ready in the dressing rooms for our upcoming show, Ola was working herself to the bone, trying to get everyone's hair perfect and pristine.

Ruby was sort of observing what everyone was doing, doodling things on her clipboard and not really paying attention to our queue.

Keira burst into the room, looking as angry as ever, she glared at Ruby before heading over to our closet "Get these fucking outfits on we're on in 5!" She threw my costume at me and stormed over to Freddies dressing area.

I undid my belt and got changed into a pair of red pants with suspenders, I didn't wear a shirt because Freddie said it ruined the outfits look.

I felt Freddies eyes burning into the back of my head, he was staring at me, I wanted to tell him to piss off and stop staring at me but I remained silent.

Freddie walked into the closet, he closed the door and got changed into his harlequin costume, I realised that in Keiras rush to get everything she had forgotten to get my shoes.

I entered the closet and stopped in my tracks, I blushed red, Freddie was getting changed. He noticed that I was in the room with him.

"You like what you see?" He teased, pulling up costume, he wasn't wearing anything else underneath it apart from his boxers.

"Uhm" Freddie wrapped his arms around my waist, he kissed my neck and I gasped. I couldn't fight it, I gave in.

The door swung open, it was Keira, her face as red as a tomato "Stop dry humping eachother and get ready" she pulled me away. I managed to scoop up my shoes as she dragged me out of the closet.

"About time you came out of the closet Rog" Brian joked, his guitar laying on his lap neatly, Ola chuckled and finished doing John's hair.

"Shut up Badger Boy" I growled, pulling on my shoes as Ola tended to my messy hair, trying to tame it as much as possible.

"Massachusetts!" A booming voice yelled from outside. We finished getting ready and hurried to the wings of the stage.

The lights were off, only a few dimly lit spotlights shining down on the spots where we would soon be standing, I held my breath.

Freddies warm hand slipped into mine, he gave it a reassuring squeeze and kissed me on the cheek as we stood there in the darkness.

"Your Majesty! Queen!" We ran onto stage, I quickly got up behind my drumset and we began playing Keep Yourself Alive.

Once we'd finished Freddies voice was breaking and cracking from singing so much. "ThAnk yOu!" He croaked, holding his throat as he waved at the crowd.

They waved us off and we trudged into the wings of the stage, I was shaking. We opened the door to our dressing room and Brian let out a loud sigh.

"Fuck that was tense" John sighed, his hands sweaty, he rubbed the sweat off his head and sat down on the sofa, Freddie was downing a bottle of water.

"Y-Yeah" Freddie wheezed, he coughed violently and continued drinking the bottle until it was empty.

"You sound terrible Fred" Brian uttered, looking at the older man sympathetically "You should go and rest" Freddie nodded.

"Let's go Freddie" I said, leading him out the door and down the corridor to the tour bus that would take us to the hotel.

He smiled weakly at me, he tried to speak but nothing came out but croaks and wheezes. I rubbed his back and opened the door to the bus out back.

I helped him into the bus, I lay a fluffy blanket down on the couch and fluffed up a few pillows, I lay him down on the sofa putting another blanket over his body.

He took my hand in his, tapping three times on the back with two fingers, he closed his eyes peacefully and smiled. I kissed the top of his head, running my hand through his hair.

Intense sadness filled me up, I wanted to be with him so badly, I knew he wanted to be as well. Why couldn't we just be together? Why was there always something in the way?

The door opened behind me "Hey Roger" Paul said, sitting down on the couch next to me.

I couldn't be asked to push him away, so I acted friendly "Hey Paul" I said, holding back tears forming in my eyes as I watched Freddie slowly fall asleep.

"We're all going out for a drink" Paul said, placing a hand on my shoulder "Do you want to come?" He asked, I shrugged his hand off.

"Sure" I said standing up, Paul placed his hand on my back, herding me out of the room.

I wondered what the three taps that Freddie did meant, did it mean something? Or was it just a gesture that he did when he was tired and falling asleep?