Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

*Warning! Some tissues may be needed towards the end of the chapter! 😭😭*

*3RD PERSON POV*
Freddie was fuming. Not only did his best friend just do something completely and utterly ridiculous, but now his whole plan to propose to John was in jeopardy too! He couldn't possibly ask him to marry him now, not when Brian and Rog were in their predicament. It would be insensitive to suddenly be over the moon and happy, when they're both depressed messes! To make matters worse, he couldn't even vent about how he was feeling either, with John being the only person he couldn't reveal his plan to.

"I don't think they're going to be ready to record." John sighed, falling onto the end of his and Freddie's shared bed with a huff. The band had booked out their usual recording studio in London for the coming week, hoping that they'd have enough written to lay down some tracks for a new album. They wanted to avoid a News of the World incident again, and get it recorded early this time. "Bri can barely speak without breaking down! And lord knows what Rog is even doing." He sighed, watching his boyfriend pace the width of their room. "Are you okay?" He asked, frowning a little at his love's anxiousness.

"Hmm?" Freddie asked, continuing to pace as he looked up from the floor. He was stuck in his brain. He didn't know what to do. About Roger. About his proposal. It was all just a pain in the dick the man didn't want nor need.

"You're stressing." John sighed again, standing up to stop Freddie in his place. "Stop. You need to relax Fred." He soothed, grabbing his hands in his own.

"I am relaxed." The singer mumbled, avoiding John's gaze as he focused his stare on his sock cladded feet instead.

"You are anything but relaxed Freddie." John smirked, dropping his hand to lift the frontman's chin with his thumb. "I'm sure if we give them some time, and a bit of space, Rog and Bri can sort this out. Even if we record a bit of stuff without them together, just to give them a break to work through this." He said seriously. "They'll get through this, they will, and then-"

"It's not them." Freddie sighed, cutting him off. "It's not them, well it is, but they've just added to the stress that I already had, and now I can't say why I'm stressed and-"

"Fred, chill." John cut him off this time, cupping his cheek to get him to look at him again. "Just breathe hun, it's okay." He smiled softly. Freddie sighed again, nodding as he took a deep breath. He was fine. He could wait to ask John to be his husband. He wasn't going anywhere. He just needed to focus on getting their friends back together, and to recording their new album. It was nothing to stress over. He was going to give himself a bloody ulcer if he kept it up!

"Sorry." He frowned, shaking his head as he gently wrapped his arms around his lover.

"Don't be sorry." John smiled again, stroking Freddie's cheek. "And frowning will give you wrinkles too." He added with a smirk, knowing he would remember saying that to him.

"I don't wrinkle darling." Freddie winked as John snorted a laugh.

"You're right. You are looking rather impressive as you approach old age, aren't you?" The younger joked, earning a gasp from his other half.

"Old age?! The nerve of you!" Freddie exclaimed as John held back a chuckle. "I'll have you know, 5 years older is not considered old age!" He argued.

"Well I mean, there is a couple of grey hairs just..." John trailed off, running his hand through Freddie's hair as he tried to hold back a smirk.

"I do not have grey hairs!" Freddie exclaimed again, his hand now in his hair too. "You're so mean to me!" He pouted as John broke his character and let out a loud laugh.