Don't You Hear My Call?

I've Made A Few

Roger's POV
The morning air was warm and sweet as it filled the room. I was under the covers of our bed, but when I turned to my side, the right side of the bed was empty, and even cold. Brian wasn't there and he hasn't been for a while.

"Brian?" I sat up in the bed and called for my love. There was no reply. Maybe he had just gone out for a walk or to go get something, but after our talk last night it seemed like he wouldn't leave to scare me again.

"Brain?" I called louder this time and got up from my place in the bed. I headed out of the bedroom door and looked throughout the flat. He wasn't in the bathroom or the kitchen. Nor was he in the living room or area room. But the was a note on the counter.

As I walked towards it, I prayed that it was a note that he'd just gone out to get coffee or something. Maybe he's visiting Freddie. Maybe he's at the studio recording new music. Maybe I'm just making this up. The paper wasn't a note like I'd thought, it was a letter. Letters aren't good.

Dear Roger,

I can't stay. I thought I could, but I got a call last night. It really freaked me out and I just can't be around you right now. Not after what you did. Please don't come looking for me. I have a lot to think about and I don't know what to say to you yet. If you really need to talk to someone, talk to John, because god knows Freddie doesn't want to see you.

With Love, Brian

The tears in my eyes had poured over and I couldn't stand. I collapsed onto the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. My body was shaking and I felt the inevitable urge to throw up. Brian was gone, he didn't want to see me, and it was all my fault.

I can't believe I fucked up this bad. Brian had told me last night that he loved me. I thought we had gotten through all of this. I don't know who fucking called him, but when I find out I'm gonna kill them. What had he found out? And why was Freddie so angry at me?

I picked myself up off the ground and went to the telephone. I don't know if John was still staying at Freddie's or not. I want to speak to either of them, but if Freddie really hated me at the moment, I should probably give him space and talk to John.

I dialed John's number first. It rang three times and then someone finally picked up. "Hello?" The voice was cracked and small. I heard a sniff at the other end. It was John, and he had definitely been crying.

"Hey, um it's Roger" I said. The lump in my throat hadn't gone away yet and you could hear the hurt in my voice. "Things are really fucked at the moment" he sounded like he had started to cry again. "Brian left me" I said. I heard a gasp from the line.

"Freddie kicked me out of his flat" He sobbed into the receiver. "Why?" I asked. He drew a deep breath and tried to steady his breathing, "because I told him about our kiss after Brian had punched me, and then later he said that Brian was right and that he can't stay. He thinks we're fucking each other"

Things were so messed up. Why would Freddie say John and I were hooking up after John had told him the truth? Even after what Brian had told me he said, he knew it wasn't true.

"Why does he think that?" My questions kept pouring out of my mouth. "I don't know. He just said Brian told him something and then left without explanation" he voice broke again. "Brian said he got a call. Do you think Fred told him about our, um, moment?" I asked. "Maybe, but I still don't know" he said.

So Brian knew about our kiss and that I moaned John's name. If I were him, I probably wouldn't trust me either. "Deacy, could I come over?" I asked. "Yeah" he answered. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

I grabbed my coat and shoes and headed out the door.

Brian's POV
I woke up with my back killing me. I'd slept in the studio again. The couch there was far from comfortable, but it was better than sharing a bed with Roger right now.