Queen Oneshots!

Dance pt 4 (deacury)

Jesus this took a a really long time to draft..that's why I took too long. Also warning: Paul getting his ass beaten, slurs, cussing...
Brian's P.O.V
I opened the doors to the apartment building ready to beat this fucking bastards ass. I sped walked up to the counter where the receptionist was.
"What will it be, lad?" She asked in a strong Irish accent.
"Can you tell me which room Paul..." I thought for a moment to remember his last name, "Prenter..is staying?"
"Uh, no sir. No Prenters are staying here."
"How about John Deacon? Strike any bells?"
She looked over at a sheet of paper. "Yes, room 103. Take lift 2, floor 3." I smiled and looked back at my boxer. He was still there, and I think he will end up in prison from the face he was making to the thought of Prenter. I turned my gaze back to the other wall and followed the hallway to the lift. All the thoughts going through my head were not going to save me any jail time for this paul. I leaned up to the the back of the lift and waited on Freddie to stomp in. I pressed the 3 button and waited.
"This Prenter is an asshole and I hate him. I have met him and he's the only person I don't call 'dear.'" He flared his nostrils and stared daggers at the metal wall of the lift. I nodded in agreement.
"I am so fucking furious at this man. I can't risk our little baby getting hurt." I cringed at saying 'baby,' knowing Freddie would probably go nuts knowing that I...fancied...him too.
"Y know, I would love to dig my knuckles into his jaw right now." Freddie's voice was thick with hatred. I nodded in agreement and popped my knuckles in the palm of my opposing hand.
"Brian I fancy him. He's shy, cute, and a adorable dancer. I think he's the one." Freddie's eyes softened at his comment, thinking of Deaks.
"Freddie, that's what you said with the last 200 people you've been with." I tried breaking Freddie's heart a bit-I wanted John. But what if Roger wanted him too? If John agreed would we be in some foursome er something?
That'd be hot. My inner voice whispered to me. This is probably the only time that I have agreed with the extra person in my head.
Ding. The lift sounds shrill as the doors slid open to the view of a hallway.
"Room...103?" Freddie questioned looking down the empty corridor.
"Yep." I answered. As I was scanning the room numbers, the thought crossed my mind of the night I had my first fight.
The room was crowded with people, and alcohol was being slung everywhere by drunks making their way towards the bar for another round. I was there for a simple reason, a breakup. My boyfriend broke up with me and I was devastated. He cheated on me, and apparently found a new love.  I over heard conversation about a woman going out behind me and a loud slap.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, slut!" The drunk man strikes the woman again. I turned around in my stool and faced the man. "Excuse me madam, is he bothering you?" She nodded before the man cut in. "It's none of your business, you fag! Now go fuck some random guy, now." I saw red and punched the man straight in the chin, knocking him out. The woman thanked me incoherently and walked off. I sooner left afterwards, but none the less, I would love to see the look of that rude bastards face when he wakes up in a empty, closed bar, or a hospital.
"Found it!" Freddie's voice interrupted my train of thought, and I remembered, Paul.
Freddie's P.O.V
I knocked on the door and it was opened by a ratty man surrounded by alcohol and needles.
"And who might you be lad, are you one of Deaky's sluts??" He scowled in ina strong Irish accent. I drew back and hit him in the stomach.
"You discusting bastard. You are the whore here, you have stolen poor John's virginity and dignity. You have stolen his apartment and made it this mess. You have made John depressed, anxiety ridden and fucking hurt himself!!!" I crescendo my voice so he can feel the hatred that is deep within myself and Brian. I shoved him down and he whimpered a bit.
"Pack your bags and get the fuck out before we really fucking put you in the hospital, bitch." Brian stopped me before what I did next could end us both in prison. We waited silently at the door as Paul packed up what he had and left out the door.
"Keys. Now." Brian scowled at Prenter. He looked down and grabbed the keys to the apartment and dropped them in my now open palm.
"Thank you, Don't ever fucking come back." Brian growled at the man who shivered with slight fear and turned before leaving. 
"Let's go get John and Roger and pray that they're not making out." I giggled and began to walk towards the door to the lift.
"That would be hot." Brian mumbled, thinking I wouldn't be able to hear him.
"Do you fancy John, Brian?" I whipped around and saw Brian shamefully placing his gaze on his shoes.
"Yes, Freddie I do. He's perfect. So fragile and elegant.." he spaced out and I was left speechless.
"Let's have a threesome now." I joked with him and we chuckled a bit.
"That would be sexy."I continued my laughter at my own comment.
"What if Roger, y'know.." Brian said quietly.
"Wonderful! The more the better," I laughed at his statement and looked over at him. He was blushing and he...was turned on? I bit my lip and concentrated on my own shoes now.
Roger's P.O.V
Me and John had been cuddling in the car and we talked. I found some about him, and I really like him. We will be great friends. As he was r talking he drifted off on my shoulder and I chuckled looking down at the drool slowly dripping out of his slightly agape mouth and onto My shoulder. I heard chatter and looked out if the window to see bri and Freddie. Freddie began to walk towards the passenger door and opened it. He got out half a word before I stopped him with a shhh and pointing a finger at the sleeping deaky. Freddie smiled and turned away towards the windshield and motioned to brian to get in the car.
"Sleeping beauty is back here." I said in a singsong voice to brian who grinned ear to ear. We began to drive and Bri turned on the radio and began  to sing along to "let me hold your hand."