Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER TWELVE

*The last part of this chapter made me think about how the other boys felt thinking about Freddie being sick and it made me so fucking sad. I miss him so much; I can only imagine how hard it would be for them not having him here 😔*

*FREDDIE'S POV*
"You're fucking kidding?" I groaned, my eyes scanning the front page of the German paper that Miami just dropped in front of me.

"Hot off the press Fred." The man himself sighed as he made us both a morning cup of tea. It was barely 6am when he came knocking on our hotel room door, shoving in telling me he had something important to show me. I never expected it would be this! There it was, a giant picture of me, posing for the press with some headline in German beside it. I didn't need to speak German to know what it said. "What's Freddie hiding?!" is the caption." Miami added, sitting a cup down in front of me and another in front of his chair before sitting down.

"How did they work so bloody fast?!" I groaned again. It wasn't even 24 hours ago that we had the damn interview, and now it's everywhere!

"They're the press. It doesn't matter if it's here, America, the UK, the press are the press, and they rely on how quickly they can spin a story." The manager explained as he took a sip of his tea.

"This is bad isn't it?" I asked, doing the same to try and settle the nerves that were sending butterflies through my stomach. We'd had our fair share of bad press, but this wasn't the typical horrible review of our show. This was my life they were talking about. My illness.

"It's not good, no," He sighed again. "but it's not career ending either. You said you weren't ill, therefore they can't prove you were lying. They're just accusations of you hiding something. It's bullshit in other words." He explained.

"I didn't actually say I wasn't sick." I mumbled, remembering that I'd only snapped back at them, not exactly saying "no, I'm not HIV positive".

"You did, in your own Freddie way." Miami smirked. "Look, it's not going to effect the tour, put it that way." He said seriously. "I just wanted to show you before you had the chance to go out and see it in the streets and panic. It's not the worst press release we've had to control now is it?" He added, sending me a look as if to say; "I had to deal with you outing yourself, remember?".

"I'm sorry, for putting you through that, and this." I sighed, staring down into my cup. "It just, the question caught me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. Bri was trying to be helpful and end the interview, but I think that just made it worse. It made us look like we were all hiding something."

"It'll all blow over after a week, I can guarantee it." Miami nodded as he took one last look at the paper before flipping it over, just in time for John to stroll out of the bedroom. I was glad he didn't end up seeing it. I was already putting him through enough with this, he didn't need to worry about me even more.

"Good morning lovey." I smiled, watching him wander over, looking like he was still half asleep. He stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to rise a little at the bottom, exposing the slightest bit of chub he had (which I found incredibly adorable).

"Mornin'." He yawned, shaking his head to try and wake himself up a little. "Good morning Miami." He smiled softly as he stood behind me, his arms moving around my neck as he paced a kiss to my head.

"Morning John." He smiled back, taking the last sip of his tea before standing up. "I hate to dash, but I've got a call from London in 10 minutes, and I'm nowhere near prepared." He chuckled, taking his cup back to the tea tray on the counter before coming back to tuck in his chair. "I'll catch up with you before the show tonight." He smiled again.

"Thank you." I smiled back, nodding at him so he knew what I meant. He nodded back, sending us a wave before he left, leaving us alone.

"What was he doing here so early?" John quizzed, pressing another soft kiss to my hair.