Don't You Hear My Call?

Happy With You

Freddie's POV

"We can't do this anymore"

"Come on Freddie, it's fine. Great actually. We're both having a lot of fun." He winked at me and stepped a bit closer to me. I faltered backwards and shook my head. No matter how great our time together was, I can't go on with it anymore.

"It's not right. We're just going to be co workers from now on. And you know about me and John so please, indulge me by keeping your word. You know how much I love him. This was just about my, um, sexual needs, okay?" I spoke quietly. Scott nodded and grabbed his coat from the bed. The bed we once shared.

Once.

Ok maybe more than once.

"Alright Freddie, I'll see you tonight at the concert. And I swear, I'll keep this a secret. You can trust me." Scott hugged me goodbye and left the room. He's hug had lingered on me for a minute after he left. It felt wrong, but just a few days ago it had felt so right.

Scott worked in the makeup department when we went on tour. He helped me with my eye liner and made me look perfect for every performance. I had known that he had a crush on me for quite a while. He isn't that subtle. It knew it wouldn't be hard to get him into bed for a night. And it wasn't.

Though it made me feel awful. Like how I was before John. Meeting up with anyone at any time just to have a good fuck. And sometimes it wasn't even worth it. Scott was the first person I'd been with in a long time. John and I never did make it that far in our relationship. There were a lot of road blocks along the way.

Scott had been over a few times this week. I went to his room after John left me that one night. I didn't end up sleeping with him that time, he just helped me fall asleep. I didn't want to have another sleepless night.

We had fucked, yeah. He blew me before our last show. I'm not going to lie, he was quite good too. It just felt weird knowing that John used to do this to me and that John was only a few steps away when it would happen.

Scott was trustworthy, though. I know that he wouldn't tell John. Or anyone for that matter. He's a good guy. He's just not the guy for me. That guy is John. My one and only, my beautiful boyfriend, Johnny.

But John also messes up. I remember when I thought he was the sweetest, most innocent person on earth. That he could do no wrong. But obviously I was mistaken. When John fucks up, he fucks up hard.

And he's gonna be a dad.

He was always supposed to be a dad to our children. If he lying if I said I didn't think about us having kids. I thought about it quite often. Us together, a little family. We'd have a few kids and a nice house where we'd record together.

That's what it was supposed to be like.

But it's never going to be like that.

Not with that bitch Lacey in the way.

I can't even believe that she's the one who gets to have a family with him. She's the fucking worst. And her hair is definitely dyed. I know a fake blonde when I see one.

I'm praying that this is just some mishap or mistake. That there really is no kid. That nothing has ever happened this is just some nightmare I'm having. But that's not the truth. And that sucks.

I left the hotel room so I could see Brian and Roger. The two needed help getting packed since it's out last day here, and Roger absolutely hates packing. Also, he's been is such crazy moods because of the pregnancy. I'm keeping my distance when he gets to the last trimester. I don't need to be around that hurricane.