Queen oneshots

Wandering eye : Maylor

Brian's POV:
Roger had dragged me out to a bar, he said we never went out anymore and he wanted to have fun. I sat half listening to him tell me a story about something that happened to him the other day, every so often slipping out of self awareness only to be dragged back by Roger's snapping fingers in my face.

"Are you even listening to me?" He asked suspiciously raising his eyebrows.

"Yeh sorry, I'm just tired." I mumbled taking another sip from my beer.

"C'mon Bri lighten up a little." He nudged me, causing me to smile lightly.
"So what do you think of Freddie's new song?" He continued.

"Oh yeh it's good, very.. Freddie." I laughed.

"Yeh definitely, I don't know how I'm going to keep up on the drums. He wants the pace to be very fast." He sighed.

"I'm sure you will do fine, you always do." I smile reassuringly at him.

"So do you, your so talented." He said causing me to blush.

"Thank you." I giggle, like a fucking girl. I mean we had been dating for a while now but he still kept the relationship alive, like it only started yesterday.

"So how was your day?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested.

I began to explain to him my day start to finish, he always liked it when I did this, not missing out any details. But as I continued to tell him about it I watched as he was distracted by something else. I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on a brunette girl with a very short skirt sitting at the bar. He hadn't even noticed that I had stopped talking to him, he was just drooling over this girl.

I felt hit anger filling up inside of me, I just couldn't be in here anymore, I got up and stormed out of the bar not bothering to say anything to Roger.

Once out into the cool night air I began to speedily walk off, I didn't know where I was going but just anywhere away. I don't understand him, was I not good enough for him? Was he already bored? It would hurt less if he just told me straight up instead of playing with my emotions.

I found a bench along the pavement and sat down on it, sighing loudly in a mixture of sadness, anger, and jealousy. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks as soon as I let my guard down. I looked up at the sky to see it was littered with stars tonight, I named the constellations I could see smiling to myself. Soon after I placed my head back into my hands and as the thoughts of Roger plagued my mind again, I began to cry.

"Brian.." I heard a soft hesitant voice call.

I looked up to see no other than Roger, I scoffed and wiped away my tears, not looking him in the eyes.

"What?" I said bluntly.

"Why did you leave?" He asked sitting down next to me, causing my to move up the bench further away from him. Causing him to let a small defeated sigh out of his lips.

"Why are you even here?" I scowled, still not looking at him.

"What are you taking about? I'm here because I'm your boyfriend!" He half laughed in disbelief, as if he really didn't know what he had done.

"Don't know why, you are clearly more interested in other people." I mumbled, making sure I displayed my tone of anger in my voice.

"What? Of course I'm not!" He protested, moving closer and putting a hand over mine. I harshly pulled my hand away and stood up, finally looking at him.

"Don't play dumb Roger! I saw you looking at that girl! What is it, am I not what you want anymore?" I yelled at him.

"Wha- Brian, I- I.." He stuttered But I cut him off.

"You don't understand how fucking scared I am that one day you will just turn back, that you will like girls again and you will toss me aside! Like I'm just some kind of experiment, you know if you want it to be over just say." I ranted, not breaking my cold glare with him.

"Brian don't be stupid! Where is all this coming from?" He looked genuinely confused, but I was convinced it was all a front.

"It's not even the first time you have looked at other girls, or even men! I see you all the time, not even paying attention to me. You know how that makes me feel? It makes me feel like shit!" I hadn't even noticed I had started crying again until I reached up to touch my face, and to be greeting with wet cheeks.

Roger stood up and began to walk over to me, his eyebrows knitted close together in confusion. He wiped away my tears with his thumbs a caring look in his eyes, I was far too weak to protest.

"Baby, I'm sorry. It's just looking, I just admire people's beauty. But you know I will never leave you for anyone, because I love you. You are not only beautiful but you are also smart, funny, caring, kind and incredibly talented. You are my favourite person in this entire world, and I wouldn't compare you to anyone. So you have to stop thinking like this, please. Because it's not healthy, and it's also not the truth." He explained everything to me, and I felt so stupid, but I still felt like it wasn't true.

"But you where always the 'ladies man' all the girls loved you, before I came along..." I sniffed, looking down at my feet.

"Yeh and I'm so glad you did come along, because I wasn't happy then, but I am now, with you." He lifted my chin up and kissed me.

I pulled away, and looked at him with disbelief in my eyes, "are you sure? Like do you really want me, because I'm not that great and I know you wa-"

I was cut off my his lips pressed against mine, and this time I melted into it, kissing him back instantly.

He pulled apart and smiled at me, "I'm sure. Now come on, let's go home." He took my hand in his and we began to walk back to our little apartment. I smile on my face, because I loved him, I mean really loved him, and the best part was that he loved me back.