Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER SEVEN

*FREDDIE'S POV*
I heard what John was saying. Every. Single. Word. He loves me, he said it himself. He loves me! I couldn't believe it when the words left his mouth. I almost shot up from blanket cocoon, I was that excited! He loves me. It took him bloody long enough to figure it out, the git, but I could forgive him for that! He loves me!

"I've ruined my chance with him. He's never going to want me after I screwed him over like the bloody tit I am!" John scoffed, sounding annoyed with himself. No! He's not ruined anything! I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to show I was listening, but I didn't want him to stop talking.

"You should talk to him, tell him how you feel. Explain that it's taken you some time to understand completely, but you know how you're feeling is real." Brian responded quietly. Yes! That's right Bri, tell him! You can always count on him for a smack of the truth.

"I can't talk to him now, he's got Joshua." John muttered (I'm sure with an eye roll). Fucking Joshua. I liked Joshua, yes, he was lovely and handsome and sweet, but he wasn't John. He should know how I feel about him!

"I don't think they're dating Deaky. Have you heard Fred blabbing about his sex life recently?" Brian chuckled. Hey! Sassy little thing! I don't talk that much about my sex life, do I?

"They've got to be doing something of that sort, Freddie calls him Daddy for fucks sake!" Deaks exclaimed loudly, making my whole stomach drop. He told. He promised me he wouldn't tell anybody about what Joshua and I did, and he just blabbed it to Brian?! He promised me! I started to panic, breathing rather quickly as I struggled to keep my eyes closed and hold the illusion I was sleeping. He told, even after I begged him not to. I heard Brian ask some sort of question, clearly confused as to what John was talking about, but I couldn't focus on their conversation. He's going to think I'm a freak! I didn't hate what I was doing with Joshua, but I didn't want to live in the "Daddy" fantasy the whole time we were together either. I originally only thought about it for sex, which is stupid since I don't fuck around (smart move Fred), and now it's taken over everything we do! Joshua loved it, and I didn't want someone else to leave me, so I went along with it. Now I'm well aware that I'm an idiot.

"Wake up, lazy ass! I'm bored!" Roger whined, suddenly flopping on top of me, snapping me out of my thinking.

"Fuck off Rog." I muttered, my eyes still closed. I wasn't in the mood for his annoying games, not right now. I was angry. John promised he wouldn't tell. How would he like it if I told everyone about his lacy panty fantasy?!

"Don't be a grump Freddie!" The blonde whined again, bouncing a little on my side.

"Go and annoy your fiancé and leave me the fuck alone." I grumbled, pushing his ass off me. How was he still so hyped up? How many waffles did Brian give him?!

"Bri! Freddie's being a grumpy old man and won't wake up!" Roger called, giggling as he did so. I opened my eyes, watching him sway a little as he waltzed over to the guitarist and the bassist. That's why he was so hyped, he was drunk.

"Leave him alone babe." Brian chuckled, grabbing his hand to pull him into his lap. "Come and cuddle." He smiled as Rog nuzzled into his neck.

"Vomit." I muttered again, mainly to myself as I pulled myself to sit up. John glanced over, I could see the longing in his eyes but pushed it aside as I looked away from him. I was mad. I wasn't going to let his beautiful face win me over, no, not this time. "Can you pair get a room? Garry and Andy don't need to see that shit." I snarked, nodding to the two (obviously asleep) bodyguards further up the plane.

"Someone didn't get enough sleep." Miami laughed, now awake himself as he piped in from a few seats ahead of me.

"Someone's been in a mood all day." John smirked, earning the finger and a scowl from me. I wasn't in the mood for his jokes. I caught Brian's gaze before I could look away, immediately feeling sick. He softened his stare, sending me a nod and a smile as he racked his hand through his lover's hair. The look told me we'd be talking later, and that already was enough to fill me with added anxiety.