What do we do now? (A dealor fic)

Feelings, feelings

I hope you liked the first part :)
Setting: it's the morning after John and roger kissed.
Johns POV:

I woke up to the smell of breakfast being made.  As I went to sit up a wave of nausea cane over me, and my head started to pound.  As I reached my hand up to my head, I tried to recall what happened last night. Me and my band mates went to a party, Bri and Freddie left, me and roger started dancing, then-
Oh my god. Shit. No no no no I must be imagining what we did in that bedroom. Ever since I had started developing feelings for roger I vowed to myself I would never let him know. Never let anyone know. Fuck. I slid out of bed to get a water and try to cure my headache. It must have been a dream, if it were real life he wouldn't have kissed me back.
I drank another cup of water, then made my way downstairs. I was greeted by Brian, making eggs, Freddie, annoying the hell out of Bri by poking him with a spatula, and roger. He was sitting at the table with his head resting on his hands.
I needed to find out if what I think happened last night actually happened, but how!? I pulled out a chair and sat with rog.
"Hey rog."
"Hey" he looked away from me at the table.
"So, what happened last night? Do you remember? I can't for the life of me!" This was not completely truthful, but I wanted answers.
"Oh, uh, nothing at all haha. We just danced a bit." He nervously spat out. I could tell by the way his voice was quivering that something happened between us last night, and all he wanted to do was forget about it.
Brian called out to me, "John, do you want me to make you some cheese and toast?"
"Uh, I think I'll wait till lunch to eat, my head is killing me and I don't want to get nauseous by eating." I said.
"You got it" he replied.
I don't  know what to do about this Situation I have  gotten myself into. Roger and I made out. I should be happy about this! I've been dreaming of this day ever since I met him! But it's just awkward. I feel gross and weird. I needed to talk to roger.
"Roger" i sputtered, "can I talk to you upstairs please?"
Rog looked startled. I could tell he really, really did not want to talk to me.
"Uh, yeah. Let's go."
*upstairs*
I sat on the edge of the bed, and roger followed suit. Just like last night, Except I don't think this conversation will end with us kissing.
"Roger" I started, "I know what we did last night and I think you do too." I managed to say.
"Look, don't take anything from it, okay!? We were just drunk!" He half yelled. I could tell how uncomfortable he was. That didn't stop me from thinking about how cute he was when he yelled though.
I was a bit hurt by his words. What we did last night really did mean nothing to him I guess.
"Yes, I agree. Let's not even bring this up again. It doesn't matter because we were both drunk." I lied.
"Thank god you feel the same way" Roger sighed.
"Yeah, anyway, let's get back to the kitchen so the boys don't start to worry."
"Yeah, let's go"
Me and rog made our way down to the kitchen, I was hurt, but he was straight, and there nothing I can do to change who he is.

Rogers POV:

As I walked down the stairs with John, I looked at his face. I could see the sadness in his eyes. I know he was lying about the kissing meaning nothing. It made me sad to see him this distraught. I did a lot of thinking last night when we got home and this morning, and honestly, I don't know how I feel about John anymore. I thought we were just friends, but I really liked what we did last night. At least I think I liked it. Fuck, now I can't even get my own feelings straight.
I regret being so harsh with deaky. I'd like to talk again and restart that whole conversation, but it's over. I'd like to do what we did last night again, but with out the drinks. Just pure emotion. I made my way to the kitchen and looked at Johns sad, sunken face again. What have I gotten myself into?

To be continued...