Don't You Hear My Call?

News of the World

Roger's POV

I woke up first. Brian was lightly snoring and had a mess of curls covering the top part of his face. I got out of bed, the nausea wasn't as bad today. We had unpacked our bags last night to I made my way over to the dresser, Brian put my things away for me. He's a very nice boyfriend, and an even better father I hope. Though I know he will be.

I got Bri some clothes out as well since we had to get to an interview today. I was really excited to go on air again, it's very easy for me to do interviews and I really like talking to the news anchors about my life and stuff like that. Brian likes them a bit too, he gets time to make some cheesy jokes about astrophysics that the interviewers pretend to laugh at.

As for John and Freddie, they are both pretty polar on camera. John is happy and bouncy around us, but when he gets on television, he freezes up a bit. Freddie has always been a performer. He's shy around people but has a big persona. Interviews usually mean saucy comments and little winks. He's quite a flirt sometimes.

However, I'm not sure how this one will go. First off, this is an American broadcast. Second, Freddie and John are currently at each other's throats. Or rather, Freddie is. John is trying his best to keep peace and get him back. I don't know what Freddie will do. As of right now, he hates the bassist.

Brian began to stir as I was buttoning my trousers. Soon they won't fit anymore. It's such a nice but scary thought to have. In less than a year, I will have a child. I think this is gonna be the last interview for a while. I can't go on camera lookin like a bloody whale! That's another thing that scares me. Growing so big. I already don't like the way I look. I don't think I'll be fond of myself when there's gonna be much more of me to love.

"Good morning babe" Brian smiled at me and rubbed his eyes. I smiled back and finished getting dressed. I picked up the clothes and threw them in his direction. He caught them in one hand and giggled as he examined the outfit.

"Get ready quick, we have to be at the studio in an hour. We're meeting everyone downstairs in 15."

Brian nodded and stumbled out of bed. He removed his shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. He scratched his head as he walked around half naked looking for something. He kept rubbing his chin in confusion. I couldn't take his lallygagging anymore.

"Brian what on earth are you looking for?" I asked him and fixed my hair in the mirror.

"My clogs! I can't find them anywhere!"

I rolled my eyes and slipped on my shoes. I swear the man has no memory at all! "They're by the door. God forbid you lose your precious clogs." I smirked. Brian scoffed and picked up the shoes. He started to get dressed and made his way into the bathroom. I heard the water in the basin start to run.

I picked up the hotel telephone and dialed the number for John's room. It looked like we were going to be a tad late. Whilst doing this, I grabbed my sunglasses and a jacket.

"Hello?" John's voice was oddly chipper for the early morning. He usually hates getting up. He's definitely not a morning person. But then again, is anyone really?

"Hey Deacs, Bri is taking his sweet ass time getting his life together. If you're all done and make your way down there, tell 'em we'll be down as soon as possible."

"No problem, also, don't worry about me and Freddie. We've got everything down for the interview."

That seemed a bit odd for him to say. Got everything together? I guess they made up, or at least agreed to not fight in our presence. Either way, it's a good thing. Now no one will have to hear their fighting. Well, it wants really fighting per-say. It's Freddie sulking and losing his wit with John. But I understand. If Brian has cheated on me with a hooker and then brought the woman to meet me, I would hate him too.