you wake up to the sun shining on your face. you're instantly confused but then look next to you and realise where you are, and you smile when you think back to what happened last night.
you look at Brian sleeping peacefully on the bed next to you, and you frown when you realise you have definitely outstayed your welcome. you start to pick up your things and get dressed, and that's when you hear noise from downstairs. shit. the rest of the band must be up already...
you can't find your shirt, and panic overcomes you for a moment, remembering Brian throwing it away last night in a fit of passion, you smile, but shake yourself out of it. Nope, it was a one night stand. nothing else.
you decide to leave the shirt and you put on one of Brians instead, although it was way too long for you. you hop down the stairs and prepare to just walk straight out the door. you've had one night stands before, you know how this works. but when you get to the bottom step you see three heads turn in your direction and you freeze.
"Hi Y/N..." Freddie coaxes with a cheeky smile on his face. you smile briefly in his direction, but try to make your way to the door.
"How was your.. "sleep" last night?" John asks, putting an emphasis on the sleep. you roll your eyes, embarrassed but can't help giggling. It was the best thing you've ever done... but you can't tell him that. you couldn't even tell Brian that.
"Good. thank you for letting me stay. I should be going."
"Now, aren't you going to wait for Brian?" your heart pounds and your face flushes. all they had to do was say his name...
"No, i think I'd rather avoid seeing him before i left.. if its all the same to you." the two exchange glances and Fred goes to open his mouth before a blonde head of hair cuts in from behind them.
"I think our Cassanova would be pretty upset if you left without saying goodbye." you laugh at that in your head. yeah right. as if he actually liked you that much...
"Well tell him goodbye for me..." you say, trying your hardest but doing a very bad job at making it sound sincere. you can't even get your legs to move one you've said it. you just stand there, almost begging someone to intervene.
"Y/N..." Fred calls, and you instantly turn around. way faster than you should have.
"Yes?"
"I've known Brian for a long time now, and I've never seen him as nervous around a bird as he is around you.."
"Or bloody fucking horny."
"ROGER!" Deacy snaps, and you feel your stomach muscles clench. No.. they don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
"Alright! sorry! i should just shut up, shouldn't i Y/N?" Rog glances in your direction, and you are way more than embarrassed. goddammit, you were really fucking this up. just walk out the door, just turn around and walk out the door.
"Oh god Roger, i am so so so sorry! I don't know what came over me...." you didn't walk out the door.
"Oh Jesus darling for anything you've done or will do, telling Roger to shut up is not something you should apologise for." Freddie compensates, but you still look apologetic. Roger scoffs and walks past you and into another room. you can't help but feel so overly guilty.
"Why don't you stay? I'll fix you some tea if you'd like." Freddie asks. you smile slightly, but there is so much going on in your head. to be honest, you were really hungry... but what if Brian came downstairs expecting you to be long gone and you were just... there, that would be fucking mortifying. not to mention beyond degrading.
