Must Be Love

What Happened To Us?

Freddies P.O.V
I woke up in the hotel room, thin needles of daylight piercing through the white curtains. I stretched my arms out, breathing in deeply.

Poor Pheobe probably had to drag me up here from our crazy night last ni- wait, I never went drinking.

I sat up, rubbing my face and sighing, I absentmindedly placed a hand next to me, pawing at the bed sheets to see if I wasn't alone.

I felt a small, warm body with fluffy hair, I sighed contently, thinking it was my beautiful drummer that was laying next to me.

"Morning Roger" I said, looking over at who I thought was the blonde man. I yelped in surprise when I saw Paul's  body laying next to me.

"Well good morning to you too Freddie" he said, sitting up in bed and stretching his arms out, yawning before looking at me with those devilish eyes.

"How did you get in here?" I snapped, crawling out of bed and backing against the wall, Paul laughed and exposed his naked torso.

I looked down at myself, I was naked as well, I squeaked and covered myself up awkwardly before grabbing my silk bath robe and wrapping it around me.

"The hell do you mean how'd I get in here?" He laughed "You let me in!" I looked at him, an evil smirk across his smug little face, satisfaction and lust in his eyes.

"What happened last night?" I asked, sitting on the couch and rubbing my temples. Paul leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a pair of boxers off the floor.

"You got drunk with us Freddie" Paul said matter of factly. I looked at him and shook my head, Paul nodded at a smugly slow pace.

"Yes you did Freddie, Roger and I got kicked out the bar so we came back here" I felt myself tense up at the mention of Rogers name.

"You woke up after we went to the bathroom together" I shook my head, there could only be one reason why Paul and Roger went to the bathroom together.

"I must say" he continued, sitting up and looking out the window "He's very needy, tight and vocal too" I almost threw up at his last sentence.

"You had sex with Roger?" I asked, my monotone voice of anger and defeat filled the silent room, I heard Paul hum in satisfaction.

"Then what happened?" I growled, looking over at him, my head still in my hands. Paul grinned at me and lay back against the headboard of the bed.

"You woke up and drank with us, that's how we ended up here" he stretched his arms out, still grinning at me.

"D-Did we have sex?" I asked, Paul shook his head, almost sadly.

"No, you fell asleep before I could get it in" he laughed almost maniacally. I felt sick, I stormed out the room, leaving Paul to himself.

I pulled open the door and sprinted down the hallway to Rogers room, I knocked on the door, he didn't answer, I pushed on the door and realised it was open.

I quickly pushed open the door, stepping into his room. He was asleep, his blonde hair tangled and dishevelled all over the pillow.

"Rog" I whispered, gently shaking him, he made a little noise before opening his big cerulean eyes and looking into mine.

"Freddie?" He croaked, shifting around in his bed before pushing a golden lock of hair out of his eyes "What are you doing here?"

"I need to ask you a serious question" I said, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it gently, he nodded and looked at me, still on his stomach.