Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

*Shit's just getting started! 😬*

*3RD PERSON POV*
"Here Brian, drink this." Phoebe smiled softly, handing the guitarist a glass of water as he sat back down in his airplane seat. The assistant had heard the younger lad throwing up for the third time, and felt like he should do something to help him feel a bit better. Hopefully he wasn't coming down with something. He wouldn't want them to risk staying on tour for even longer, knowing how ready everyone was to go home.
The interview earlier in the morning wasn't too disastrous, but could've been improved if Brian wasn't repulsed by the idea of sitting next to Freddie for 30 minutes. It wasn't the singer that repulsed him, it was thinking about what they'd done the night before. Freddie didn't even seem to remember anything, speaking to Brian like usual, even pulling out a smile despite the state he'd been in before they even arrived in New York. Part of Brian was glad he didn't remember. He didn't want to have to deal with Freddie's guilt as well as his own, but then it also left him alone in this. He could just keep it to himself, since Fred didn't have a clue what went down after they arrived at the hotel, but he knew that was wrong. He couldn't hide anything from Roger, it was hard enough hiding the damn engagement ring he brought, let alone hiding this big of a secret for the rest of his life!

"Thank you Peter." Brian sighed, smiling a little as he took the glass from him. Phoebe always liked that Brian used his proper name. It wasn't that he didn't like the nickname Freddie had given him, it just sometimes was a little confusing (especially when they encountered women with the same name).

"Are you feeling okay?" The older of the pair asked, sitting across from the lanky man. Brian instantly paled again, almost making a run back for the bathroom but played off the churning in his stomach as he nodded, his head leaning back on the chair as he closed his eyes. "I don't think you are Bri." Phoebe frowned. "Did you catch the flu from Freddie?" He quizzed, the mention of their frontman causing bile to rise in Brian's throat. He didn't want to think about Freddie, about what he'd done. That's what was making him sick. The idea that he'd cheated on his fiancé with his ex-fling, and then had to somehow tell him what happened. He didn't have an explanation. He didn't have a reason. He just did it. He just leaned in and he had no real idea why he wanted to. Roger was going to be crushed. He'd kill him. He'd leave him, and that's what Brian was the most terrified of. He didn't want to lose Roger. He'd fucked up before and nearly lost him over Freddie, but that was nothing compared to this, compared to what he'd done.

"N-No." Brian answered Phoebe's question shakily, wanting to drop the subject and at least try and come up with some way of telling his love about this that could possibly be the least painful to him. Brian wasn't stupid though, he knew this would break Roger's heart and he also knew he could end up never finding a way to repair it again. This could end them. This probably would end them. "I fucked up Peter, I, I fucked up so b-bad." He cried quietly, burying his face in his hands as he sat up further.

"What on earth do you mean?" The assistant asked, his hand gently placed on Brian's knee for support. He didn't have a clue as to why he was suddenly so upset, not knowing Brian to burst into tears at the drop of a hat. That was usually a Freddie thing to do.

"I-I've done something, and, and now I'm going to lose Rog." He explained through broken sobs, his heart lurching in his chest as he pictured the look of hurt on Roger's face when he tells him. He could see it clearly. The look of being punched in the gut that he'll receive back. The tears flowing down his fiancé's face. He could see it, and all he wanted to do was prevent it. To go back in time and argue that he didn't want to come on this stupid trip. That Freddie needed John to be with him. He'd do anything to take back what he'd done, anything!

"Don't be daft Brian, you won't lose Roger. That man is more in love than I've ever seen anyone in my life! He won't let you go." Phoebe said seriously, giving Brian's knee a squeeze. He couldn't think of anything that would break that pair up. Roger was infatuated with their guitarist, having had been since they met, Phoebe had heard. They were engaged to be married, they were going to start a whole new chapter of their lives together. What could possibly break them up?