Calling All Boys (Queen)

Deliverer Of Bad News.

Matthew's P.O.V.

It was the early hours of the morning when I was rudely woken up by someone repeatedly knocking on my door.

I was always shocked when I had someone at my door, my home was in the middle of nowhere and not a lot of people knew it even existed, apart from a couple of my friends and family...and the mail man...

I groaned tiredly, flinging back the bed covers and flicking on my bed side lamp, wincing at the bright light and rubbing my heavy eyes.

"Okay, okay..." I groaned as I staggered out of my room, my place was only on one floor so thankfully I didn't have to race down any stairs.

It must be Freddie, it has to be. I swear to god if he's lost the key I had only just given to him a few hours ago already...but that could be the only explanation, that he's drunk and he's lost his key...in fact I'd be surprised if he could even find his way back here at all if he was that drunk.

In all honesty...I wasn't expecting him to come home at all tonight anyways. I mean, he is Freddie Mercury, the guy that could go anywhere in the world and have people falling at his feet, he was literally spoilt for choice and I knew he had a reputation of having sex with a lot of people...

I was in a weird place...I wasn't sure what myself and Freddie were, I'd hate to label it wrongfully so for now, it was just friends.

But were we dating? I was very confused because we had been on some dates...and we'd had that one intimate night together that pretty much started it all... and I had looked after him after that psycho guy punched him in the face that night...

I wasn't one hundred percent sure if any of that meant anything though, I was always cautious with all of this shit, after having my heart broken one too many times I wanted to be crystal clear on mine and their feelings before labelling it.

But, again, right now? Freddie and me were just friends.

That had sex that night...

Oh god.

He confused me, so. One second it was like he didn't know me, the next he was flirting and dropping those sexy one liners at me.

But I knew not to read into all of that too much.

Like he had said, I hardly knew him.

I knew the basics, he was in Queen, he was thirty five years old, he was a charming, attractive man who was also a very damaged and heartbroken man, too.

The details, the juicy stuff, I didn't know. I was okay with it being that way, I didn't need to know, it wasn't my business, but of course if he ever wanted to tell me then sure, I'd sit and listen to him but until then, I'll never ask to know.

But what I did know, was at the very least, all he needed right now was a friend, somebody constant that would be there for him when he needs it.

Sure, he's stayed over here rather than going back to London because he needs space but I really don't think that's the full story. I knew he was still in deep, deep hurt after his break up with Brian and for him to be completely alone right now, with his degrading thoughts, wouldn't be healthy for him.
And throw in the lovely concoction of alcohol and drugs, which I already knew he was prone to, it would be a lethal mixture.

That's why I wanted him to stay with me, so I was there for him when he needed somebody and he wasn't completely on his own like he has been for god knows how long, that will talk with him, about other things to distract his mind even if it was only for ten minutes, to look out for him and try my best to give him advice on anything.