Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER EIGHT

*Not my best. Just a filler I think*

*JOHN'S POV*
*One Week Later*
Joshua wasn't happy with Freddie. I sat with him through their phone call and even I could hear the man shouting down the line! Fred sat calmly and explained our situation, telling him I'd remembered but he wouldn't listen. He just kept shouting horrible things at the singer as he squeezed my hand for support. Freddie hated being shouted at more than anything, I think it scared him (not that he'd ever admit that). Although he tried his best to explain, Fred got nowhere with Joshua. The taller man even went as far as to threaten to release information on what they did together! He told him he had a whole article he was writing on them and their crazy nights together. It was all bogus bullshit. Freddie said they'd never slept together, and of course I believed him. He never joked about how he felt about sex. I was angry, almost making Fred give me the phone so I could give the little fucker a piece of my mind (or a close look at one of my fists if I ever saw him again!), but he wouldn't hand it over, telling me it was; "no use darling, you can't talk sense into the stupid!".
It had a been a week though, still with no article, which just proved his threats were bullshit. He had nothing to hold over my love's head, so he had no reason to be afraid of him anymore.

"So, do you think blue, or white?" Bri asked, holding up two different coloured paper napkins to us. The guitarist had spent the last hour fretting over wedding things (napkins, seating plans, food and drinks), and a colour scheme seemed to be the hardest thing for him to decide on.

"Do you really think this is what you should be worried about right now lovey?" Fred asked, giving him a; "are you really serious?" look. "Not the fact that we're playing the biggest fucking show we've played to date in two days?!" He snapped, looking a little frazzled as he thought about playing at Madison Square Garden. It was a very important show for us. The venue itself was iconic, and here we were selling the place out! I understand why he himself was stressing out, he does majority of the work (crowd wise) and the reviews on our shows were mainly focused on that, so he felt extra pressure to perform.

"Fred." I snapped softly myself, sending him my own look. Brian was excited for his wedding, and maybe it wasn't the best timing to be picking out napkins, but we should be supportive and help the poor guy out.

"Sorry." Brian sighed, putting his napkins away with a frown.

"Don't be sorry Bri," I started, patting him on the shoulder. "Fred's just stressed about the show, that's all." I finished, hoping to make him feel better.

"I'm sorry deary." Freddie sighed too, taking a seat beside him. "I didn't mean to snap." He added, placing his hand over Bri's that was now sat on the table. "Deaky's right, I'm just worried, that's all."

"You don't need to worry Fred, we know you've got this." Brian smiled. I could tell he meant well, but I also knew it piled more pressure and nerves onto Freddie's shoulders. He loved performing, but we all knew what his nerves did to him before a big show.

"Let's hope so." He faked a chuckle, smiling back as he moved his hand away. I'll be sure to boost his confidence up later, he needed it. "Shouldn't you have a fiancé helping you make all these decisions anyway?" He smirked.

"Yeah. Where is Rog? Why does he get out of napkin duty?" I joked, leaning against the chair opposite Freddie.

"I-I kind of shouted at him." Bri answered quietly. "He wasn't helping, and kept going on about how he wanted to go out, so, so I told him to fuck off and get out then, and he did." He explained, fiddling with the papers he had in front of him. "He wanted to have this party, and plan the wedding while we were touring and he's not done anything." He sighed. The two of them planned on having a huge party in a month when we got to New Orleans. What better place to get shitfaced right?! The party was just starting the wedding celebrations though, with their actual wedding being held when we got home, and I'm sure another huge party to follow that.