𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎// john deacon

chapter twelve - severe hangover

VALERIE WOKE UP the next morning, not in her hotel room. That was the first thing she noticed. The next thing she noticed were the clothes strewn all over the room. She sat up abruptly, the covers falling off of her as she searched around the room for any sight of familiar clothing.

     When she spotted the shirt she had been wearing the night before, she panicked. Her heart rate spiked when the bathroom door opened, and she immediately covered herself with the blanket after taking a millisecond to realize she didn't have any clothes on.

      "Roger, I - did we?" Valerie asked him after spotting him from the bathroom, her head suddenly aching from a mix of hangover, sitting up too quickly, and the fact that she had sex with her friend.

     Roger stared at her for a moment, not once letting his gaze drift away from her eyes, before nodding. "Yes... we did." He replied simply, and Valerie went a shade of pink Roger didn't even know existed.

        "Oh.... oh, no, no. I was drunk," Valerie blurted, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest as she took in deep breaths.

       "I know, I know." Roger said, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her. "Very drunk, I might add," he said, and she threw a pillow at his head.

      "Ow! I'm sorry, I'm taking this lightly. Look, I know you were drunk, and you did something you regret, and that I feel bad for even dragging you into. It was a one night hook up -"

     "Like every hook up you have."

    "Shut up!" Roger exclaimed, a bit annoyed, and Valerie blushed from embarrassment.
    
    "Sorry. Please, continue." Valerie told him, and Roger sighed.

     "Anyway, I was saying that it was a one night hook up,  and that we don't have to be awkward because.... I know we're good friends and all, but I don't want to have to deal with the knowledge that yeah, we had sex once and it's a super huge deal." Roger said, looking at Valerie, who furrowed her brows.

        "But everyone knows."

      "We weren't that loud," Roger said, and Valerie looked at him,  her eyes wide.

     "Okay, yes we were."

     "Roger! Shut it! They all saw me come to your room, so we can't even deny it." She said, embarrassed and mortified that her drunken self had taken attachment to one of her best friends.

She was also a bit surprised that she didn't go for someone else -

"We can come clean. Tell the band that we both made some choices that we regret, and that were only friends." Roger said, hopping off of the bed.

"You tell them. I'm going to get dressed." Valerie said, watching him. He simply stared back at her, as if waiting for her to move. She threw another pillow at him.

"Go now!" She exclaimed, and he jumped, slightly scared of her, as he made his way out of the room quickly.
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      "Roger, that is not what you do with a friend! Meaningless sex? That's what you do with a different girl every night. How dare you even do so with Valerie." Brian spat at Roger, who had gone into Freddie's room where everyone had congregated.

John had sat back, wrapped up in a sweater he had stolen from Freddie the night before, watching a fight break out between Roger and Brian. Freddie was leaning against a chair in the room, sipping his tea as he sighed and listened to Brian and Roger go back and forth. He was so used to them fighting he didn't even bother to flinch.