Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER THREE

*JOHN'S POV*
"Oh, good morning John." Phoebe smiled at me as I wandered into the kitchen, my bear feet smacking against the tiles.

"Mornin' Phoebs." I yawned, stretching my arms over my head as I flicked on the kettle.

"You could've stayed in bed, I would've brought some tea up for you both." Phoebe said softly, looking up from his paper as he sat at the breakfast bar.

"Oh no, that's okay." I replied, grabbing the teabags and sugar from the cupboard. "I never would've moved from that bed if I didn't get up now." I chuckled, adding them both to my cup. Sometimes I got a little bored being around the house all day. I usually stayed in bed too late, and when we weren't touring, there wasn't much else to do. Fred and I usually would sit around doing nothing most of the time, and it got boring after a while. Sometimes I wished I had another job, a real job. Something to do when we weren't making music. But it was pointless now though, we'd gotten too famous for me to work at a bloody paper shop or something!

"There's nothing on Fred's schedule for today, so you could've stayed in a little longer." Phoebe laughed himself, sipping his own coffee as he flicked through the newspaper.

"I'm bored of lying around in bed Phoebs." I sighed, making my tea as I spoke. "I'm bored in general." I mumbled, mostly to myself as I splashed some milk in my cup. "I feel like we should've went on holiday! Why didn't we go to a warm island with nice beaches, and sun Phoebe?!" I groaned dramatically making the assistant chuckle again.

"You're starting to sound more like Fred everyday." He snickered, downing the last of his coffee.

"The drama rubs off on you after a while." I smirked, calming down a little to take a sip of my tea. "You know, if Fred has nothing planned, you can always have the day off." I suggested, knowing his wife would appreciate spending more time with him.

"Oh, that's nice of you to offer John, but you know what he's like when people make decisions for him." Phoebe mumbled, shaking his head as he stood up from his seat. He wasn't wrong. Freddie didn't like being kept out of the loop. He hated people making decisions for him too, but I'm his husband, and we had no plans for the day, so Phoebe could have the day off. He deserved it after all the hours he puts in here anyway.

"Nonsense! Freddie is just going to have to put up with it. He's a grown man, I'm sure he knows how to do things for himself." I joked. "I mean it Phoebe. You do so much for us. The least we can do is give you more time at home with your family." I said seriously. The older man pondered the idea. I knew he loved his job, but surely even he wanted some time away from the place! "I promise I'll take care of Fred. You don't need to worry about a thing." I smiled, taking his cup from him before he could walk to the sink.

"I really think-"

"Go." I ordered, giving him a look that said I meant it. "I don't want to see you back here before tomorrow morning." I said seriously, pointing in the direction of the front door.

"Thank you John." He nodded, sending me a smile as he started to walk towards the hall. "Oh, uh, Dr Grant called earlier this morning too." He added, stopping before he could leave.

"Dr Grant?" I question. I wonder why he would be calling. I'd gotten the results of my HIV test back weeks ago.

"Yes. He wanted to talk to you about something. I told him you'd call back when you could, I hope that's okay?" He asked.

"Yes, that's fine. Thanks Phoebe." I smiled, watching him walk off towards the door. I was puzzled. Why would Dr Grant be calling here? Was something wrong with my test? Was it a false negative? I started panicking a little inside at the thought of it possibly being positive. Freddie and I were always careful, except the times when I was on top. Those were always impulsive and we just went without protection. What if I was sick? I could've potentially passed it onto Fred! My heart began to beat quickly in my chest, almost causing me pain as I placed my cup down before hurrying to the phone in the hall. I flicked through our address book to find the number for Dr Grant's office, my hands shaking as I sped through each page. I found the number before grabbing the receiver off the phone, quickly punching in the numbers. My stomach churned as I counted the rings while waiting for the receptionist to answer the call, I couldn't stop thinking that it was bad news.