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the enemy
there were no words to describe how much you hated john deacon. as soon as you met him you knew that he would be the one out of your brother's band mates that you hated. from what you heard years ago, you thought you'd hate roger: his playboy attitude, going around like he owns the place, but instead, when you met roger and freddie, you didn't hate either of them. then, when they were searching for a new bassist, and when they'd found one, you'd heard many things about him, too. and here you were, after knowing john for almost a whole year, you still hated him.
"what about if we added more drums?" roger suggested. you had zoned out during one of their band meetings. you didn't want to be there, but brian had dragged you dow the stairs, insisting that if you got to know john more, you'd like him. at his comment, you would always scoff and roll your eyes.
"we've got enough drums, rog. what about some guitar?" brian suggested.
"you get a guitar solo in every song, darling. maybe deaky should get one?" the three boys looked at john. he was staring back at them dumbfounded.
"ye-yes. i'd happily do one." he replied.
"then it's sorted. deaky gets the solo," freddie smiled with glee as he wrote that down. "and that's liar completed. any other songs you boys wanted to throw in?" roger, brian, john and freddie all stared at each other, questioning if the other boys had any more input.
"well, that's it sorted. our new track list is done, that is, unless, you wanted to add something, (y/n)?" you appreciated that brian would try to include you in the bands music, you really did, but only when it was just the two of you since you didn't like speaking your ideas in front of the others. you couldn't bring yourself to say no, so you just shook your head at your brother.
"oh, come on, (y/n)," roger got up from his seat. "surely you have something? i heard you were the one that came up with mine and brian's lines in keep yourself alive?" he was now sat next to you, an arm thrown around the back of the sofa. you giggled at his behaviour and moved closer to your friend.
"i did, yes, but i can't come up with things like that on the spot, it takes days to make this genius mind work." you joked with him, earning a laugh from all of the boys and a quiet chuckle from john. you really didn't care. if he wanted to be like that with you, you would let him. you had a best friend in brian, freddie and roger and you weren't going to let john ruin that.
it was late when the boys left your shared apartment with brian, nearing 2 in the morning. you helped brian tidy away any glasses and went to leave the kitchen before he spoke up.
"what's the deal with you and john?" your eyes widened at this as confusion laced your veins.
"i hate him," you turned around and looked him in the eyes. "he hates me. end of."
"really? that's not what i think."
"what do you think, brian? go on, enlighten me, dear brother." he chuckled at your behaviour and lived up to your expectation.
"i think that you two secretly love each other, and this is just a facade that you're putting on to hide your true feelings."
"it's really not like that, bri."
"really? why not?"
"i haven't held a conversation with the man since i met him, i barely know anything about him, all i know is that he's a bassist and has a weird obsession with cheese on toast and milk, but that's not exactly what love stories are made of, are they?"
"alright, love. if you insist that you're not in love." brian held his hands up defensively and pushed past to towards the stairs.
"i couldn't love that man if i tried!" you shouted before brian's bedroom door slammed and you were left to lock the front door. "that bloody man."
the next day, you were woken early by the doorbell ringing. a muffled shout from brian filled the house as you heard the door open and another voice appear. you groggily got out of bed and pulled your dressing gown on, cautiously walking down the stairs to see who was there.
"ah, (y/n)," you heard brian's voice. "so glad you're awake. i need to pop out for a bit to get a few things, will you entertain our guest until then?" gesturing to the man next to him. your eyes focused on the body and you noticed it was...
"morning, love." john smiled with a wave. you waved back and returned the smile in spite of your brother.
"i don't believe i have any choice, may." you glared at brian as he made his way to the front door.
"i believe you don't, may. see you later!" he hollered as he slammed the door and left you and john alone. you both stood there in silence for a few moments. it wasn't awkward, it was oddly comfortable, like the silences you have with brian, roger and freddie.
"w-would you like a drink or anything?" you knew you had to look after him else brian would be furious at you for letting your negative feelings get the better of your personality.
"just a cup of tea, please." he smiled. you nodded and moved into the kitchen, grabbing two cups out of the cupboard and turning on the kettle.
"you can sit in the living room," you suggested to him. "i'll bring your drink through for you." a small 'okay' came from john as he moved into the other room. only minutes later and you were sitting down on the sofa opposite john with your cup in your hand after giving john his.
it was quiet for the first few minutes but john suddenly sparked a conversation. you truly didn't know how much in common you had with him before, and now, you were glad to be friends with him. you really didn't want to have to hate this man for the rest of your life.
a few hours had past and brian was only now walking in the door with freddie and roger. all they heard was your giggle and john's low chuckle as they entered the house. they all peered around the doorframe to watch the two of you interact. you were now sat on the same sofa as john, both comfortably sat facing each other, empty cups on the coffee table.
