Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER FOUR

*Just a little filler and some Maylor fluff at the end!*

*3RD PERSON POV*
*One Week Later*
"Harry! Stay out of the dirt! That's not for you to play with, you little grub!" Roger shouted from his seat on Freddie and John's patio as he watched his son run around their garden. The place was groomed meticulously, and the drummer was worried his 6 year old was going to end up ruining the lot with his bare hands.

"Let him go Rog." Freddie chuckled from beside him before taking a drag of his cigarette. "He's a kid. Let him get messy." He added, watching his godson too as he ran around the giant pile of dirt that sat by the garden shed.

"Are you going to give him a bath and clean up the floors when he runs dirt through the house?" Roger snarked, smirking at his best friend as he too decided to light his own cigarette.

"Give him to Brian to deal with." Freddie smirked back as he flicked some ash into the tray on the table.

"Bri almost killed him last time he came home from here covered in paint." Roger commented, remembering how dirty his son was when John dropped him off after an afternoon of arts and crafts. The poor kid looked like the paint tube had exploded in his face! Brian was not happy that he'd manage to ruin his new birthday shirt either.

"He needs to lighten up." Freddie muttered, rolling his eyes. The boy was almost 6, he deserved to do kid things and be messy without his Dad losing it at him.

"Fred, you don't have kids, so I don't think your opinion is valid to be honest." The blonde shrugged, flicking his cigarette ash into the tray too.

"Rog, you only have one kid, so I think you're overreacting a little bit." Freddie retorted, smirking again because he knew his sass was going to get to the smaller man.

"You try raising a child Freddie. It's harder than it looks you know. Not all of us can be selfish like other people can." Roger snapped suddenly. Freddie felt the sting of Roger's comment straight away. He thought he was selfish?

"Well I'm sorry not all of us fucked a prostitute and got them pregnant, did we darling?" The frontman snapped back. Roger quickly turned to face Freddie, his eyes almost wide in shock. He didn't expect Freddie to return with such a harsh comment. The older of the pair raised an eyebrow, knowing he'd won the argument as Roger backed down. Freddie wasn't going to let Rog win in his own backyard (literally).

"Touché." Roger muttered, turning back to the garden as he sucked in the last of his cigarette.

"Thank you again for having us over John." Brian smiled at the bassist as he helped pile some food onto trays in the kitchen to take to the table. The two had been working on making the lunch happen, while Freddie and Roger sat on their asses outside! Nothing had changed over the years it would seem, as the pair had always been the ones to get everything sorted while their other halves did nothing to help.

"Oh, it's no worries Bri." John smiled back as he loaded another tray with salad. "We love having you guys over, and I know Fred's glad to see Harry." He added, knowing that Freddie was missing the kid like crazy while he was gone.

"Well I know Harry is glad to see Fred too," Brian chuckled. "and you. He's missed you both. He loves spending time here. I think he'd prefer to live here rather than at our place!"

"He's welcome anytime." John chuckled too as they both finished with piling on their food. "It's always nice to have something liven up this place." He muttered under his breath as he picked up his tray.

"Are you not happy here Deaks?" The guitarist quizzed, looking at his friend with concern. He wasn't aware of anything that had gone down to change John's attitude towards his life at Garden Lodge. Surely something wasn't wrong?