Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER THREE

*3RD PERSON'S POV*
"So you're really done then?" Roger asked nosily, following his best friend around the kitchen as he made his morning cup of tea. "You're not even going to talk to him about it?" He quizzed, earning an eye roll from Freddie as a response.

"Can you fuck off out of my way lovey?" The singer muttered, shooing the younger lad with his spare hand as he carried his cup with the other.

"You didn't answer my question Freddie." Roger muttered himself, folding his arms as he stepped out of his path.

"Yes." Fred said casually, sitting his tea down as he leant against the counter. Roger cocked an eyebrow at the man. "Yes, is my answer. I'm done with it." He explained with a flick of his hand again.

"You're done with it?" Roger repeated. "Just like that, you're done? I don't believe that bullshit for a second Fred." He snorted a laugh, earning a glare.

"I couldn't give a fuck whether you believe it or not Roggie dear, because it's my life, not yours." Freddie smiled sarcastically as he sipped his steaming tea.

"You can't just be done Freddie, you know how much you love John-"

"Loved." The frontman butted in to correct.

"So you stopped loving him overnight then?" Roger scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Freddie, you're being ridiculous! You know you want to be with Deaky! Everyone knows you want to be with him!" He shouted. "So just fucking tell him!"

"I have fucking told him Roger!" Freddie shouted back, finally losing his cool with the drummer. "I've made it more than clear how much I want to be with John, but it's not going to fucking happen is it?!" He snapped, getting more and more riled up the longer he ranted. "I'm done trying. I'm done hurting. I'm just done Rog. I don't, I can't do it anymore." He sighed, trying to fight back tears again. "I'm sick of crying over this, over him. He doesn't want me, so, so I don't want him." He added, burying his face in his hands. He was over the crying. He was over feeling like crap everyday because the person he loved didn't love him back. Freddie knew that John wasn't going to remember their relationship anytime soon (if at all), so he decided to stop wallowing and start living again. He couldn't spend the rest of his life crying over a guy! How pathetic.
Roger did his best to bite his tongue. After their talk last night at the pub, it was obvious John still felt something towards the frontman, whether it stemmed from before the accident or recently, there was something there. The blonde couldn't stand the thought of Freddie giving up on them when he knew how John was feeling, but he didn't put himself into a situation he wasn't involved with. He learnt from his mistake of butting in. If Brian found out he'd told Fred everything, Lord knows he'd be in the dog house for life with the curly bloke, and that's one thing he didn't want!

"I'm sorry Fred." Roger almost whispered, reaching out to rest his hand on his friend's shoulder. He decided to just play it safe and be sympathetic. He couldn't fuck that up, surely! "I shouldn't have forced that out of you." He sighed. "I should've known how hard this all was for you, I should've understood that-"

"Don't be sorry Rog, it's okay." Freddie interjected, sending him a small smile and a shrug. He'd made peace with the idea of finally letting John go, and didn't want to dwell on it any longer. He was done, once and for all. "It's not like we aren't going to be friends love." He added, forcing his smile wider. "I can't get rid of him that easily." He chuckled. "I don't want to get rid of him." He whispered to himself afterwards.

"You know I'm always here if you ever need to talk or cry or to yell at someone." Roger chuckled, squeezing Freddie's shoulder before taking his hand back.

"Thanks Rog." Fred laughed back, grateful that his friend was always there for him. He needed that, especially now. He was worried he wasn't going to be able to fight his feelings. He knew he should move on, he knew that, but his heart wasn't going to give up on him and John that easily. The bassist owned majority of it (the rest being his family and his cats, obviously), and he felt like he was hacking it apart just to get rid of him.