Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER SIX

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This chapter also contains triggering content; sexual assault/harassment. I mean no offence. Look after yourselves and don't read if you can't. It's in the *3RD PERSON POV* 💕*

*JOHN'S POV*
"So he comes in and tells me the school wants him to present this bloody space thing to Harry's class!" Roger exclaimed, looking a little worked up as I leaned against the kitchen counter to hear his story. He'd come over in a huff after Harry's school drop off, looking rather frazzled and messy as he stormed into the house. "I love Bri, and I'm so fucking grateful for everything he's done for Harry and I, but I can't help but feel a little jealous. Is that wrong? Should I not feel jealous?" He sighed, rubbing his face tiredly as I stared off into space, semi ignoring him. I had too much on my mind to be worried about Rog at the moment. I was worried about Freddie. He seemed to be coping better than I was expecting, acting like his usual cheery self this morning. He kissed me like he usually would. We showered like usual together. It was strange really, I'd expected him to be a little more upset, like I was. I was more scared than anything. Scared that one day we'll get the call that he's properly ill. I was dreading the thought of that call coming in. "Deaky? John!" Roger snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts as he waved his hand in front of my face, looking annoyed. "You weren't even listening!" He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Sorry Rog, I was. I just, I-"

"What's going on?" He cut me off, giving me a serious look. "You've been distant since I got here. What's up?" He asked, softening both his tone and his stare as he sensed I wasn't okay. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him. Fred didn't want the boys knowing yet, and I wasn't going to blab to the one with the biggest mouth out of all of us! There's no way he'd keep it from Brian.

"It's, it's nothing." I muttered, avoiding his eyes as I turned to drink my almost cold tea that I'd forgotten mostly about.

"If this is nothing, I'd love to see you on a bad day Deaks." He snickered, knowing there was something I was hiding from him. I sighed, placing the cup down yet again as I looked at him. I needed to come up with a lie real quick if I was to get out of this. "Did you and Fred have a fight?" He quizzed before I could even say anything. I nodded, deciding that that was better than telling him the truth. "Oh, John. Is everything okay? Where is he?" He sighed, pulling me into a hug.

"It's, it's fine. We uh, we just need time away from each other to cool down I think." I lied, feeling him patting my back. "He's just gone out somewhere, probably shopping for more stuff we don't need." I mumbled, already knowing exactly where Freddie currently was. He was having a meeting about missing his trip to Munich. His label wasn't too happy that the album still wasn't completed, and they called a meeting late last night for this morning. That means Paul would be there. Fucking Paul. The last time they were together, he tried it on with Fred. I don't think Freddie knows that I know that, but Phoebe told me. He also told me that Freddie told Paul to never touch him again, and that if he even so much as breathes close to him, he'd be out on his ass, which I loved. I would've fired him myself if I could, but he's Freddie's manager, not mine, so I couldn't do anything.

"What happened? Was it bad? I can have a word to him if you like, tell him to pull his head out of his ass?" Rog said seriously as we pulled away from each other.

"Oh, no Rog, it's okay." I said quickly. "We'll sort it out." I nodded, feeling bad for lying to him. He was only trying to help, but I was spinning him a load of bullshit! I wish I was better at controlling my emotions. "Now, back to you and Bri. If you're willing to retell your story, I'll listen this time. I promise." I said seriously, the guilt of me ignoring him making me feel bad.

"It doesn't matter." Roger shrugged, waving me off.

"Yes it does Rog. You seemed pretty worked up about it when you came in the door. What's up?" I asked, taking both of our cups to the sink so I could remake the tea. Roger sighed, leaning his elbows on the counter so he could rest his head on his hands.