Sleepless In London (Maylor)

Love Of My Life

AUTHORS NOTE:
Holy shitballs, #4 in Maylor?! That amazing! As I've said, I started this story out of pure boredom and I never expected anyone to actually like it so... thanks!!

I need to chill with all these authors notes lol

Anyway!
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Brian ran downstairs as fast as he could, looking anywhere he could for Roger.

"Brian?" John called, a small frown on his face. "Everything alright? Why are you running?"

"Roger..." He wheezed, out of breath from running. "He said he loves me."

"That's great, again, why are you running?" John leaned against the counter, sipping his tea.

"Because I need to tell him that I love him too!"

"You... Are you fucking serious?" John put the cup down on the counter. "The guy you've been pining over for nearly two years tells you he loves you and you don't say it back right away? What the actual fuck, Brian."

"He didn't give me a chance to! He got up and ran away and shushed me when I tried to talk!" Brian frowned, he know he should've tried harder.

"He went out the door, down to where the piano is. He's probably talking to Freddie." John said, turning around to turn up the volume on the record he was listening to.

"Thanks, Deaky!" Brian called, running out the door and down to where Roger and Freddie were. When he pushed the door open, he was met with a sight he wasn't ready to see.

Roger had Paul pinned up against the wall, his nose dripping blood and his eye swollen. Rogers cheek was a bit bruised and bottom lip was bleeding.

Freddie was frozen in shock with tears in his eyes. Brian automatically ran to Freddie, wrapping an arm around his friend in attempt to calm in down.

Roger slammed Paul against the wall and spun him around to shove him out the door.

"You get your ass out of here, Prenter. I don't want to see your fucking face near Freddie again! Do you understand me?" His eyes were cold and he was shaking with rage. Paul was shaking too, but his was with fear.

The Irish man got up and ran to the door, exiting quickly as Roger stood stiffly watching him leave.

Brian had seen Roger angry before, but nothing came close to this. There was no warmth in his eyes, no hint of a smile on his face. He was ice cold.

"What... what happened?" Brian asked quietly.

"Freddie's cheating on John with that piece of shit." Roger spat, turning around to glare at Freddie.

"I-I'm not, Roger! He kissed me! I swear, I-" Freddie let out a sob, his whole body shaking.

"You kissed him back before I pulled him away." His voice was harsh as he clenched his hands into bloody fists. "John trusted you, Freddie. He trusted you and you threw it all away."

"N-No! Roger, I love John! I'd never do that to him!" Freddie cried, his voice breaking.

"Love doesn't fucking exist." He spat, storming out of the building and slamming the door along the way.

"He'll cool down, Freddie. He always does. He's just... He's having a rough time right now." Brian said softly as Freddie sobbed into his chest.

"What if he tells John? He'll hate me..." Freddie whimpered. "I-I can't lose him, Bri. I swear I didn't cheat on him. Paul kissed me and Roger saw and pulled him off."