LIAR | QUEEN AU

Chapter 13 - Need Your Loving Tonight

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"What do you mean what..?" Roger softly asked.

Did I hear him right? I couldn't have. He couldn't have liked me. I.. I never realized. I thought they were just joking. There's no way he likes me.

I silently sat there. Roger watched me zealously. I looked up into his big blue eyes, "Why?"

He was taken aback by my statement, I suppose. He stared back at me, anger boiling in his eyes, "Why?! What the hell do you mean by 'why?' Brian! I put my heart and soul out there for you just now and your best response is what and why?!"

"Roger, no. I'm-"

"Look. If you didn't like me back you could have just said so," Roger scowled. He rolled his eyes, "F*cking said why..."

He shook his head in disbelief. He sniffled and wiped a tear from his eyes. I felt my heart shatter.

I reached out for him as he started to descend from the tree, "Rog, please!"

"Leave me the f*ck alone!" Roger barked back at me.

I leaped down from the branch and tried to chase him, but he promptly shut the door in my face.

"Sh*t!" I muttered. What the hell did I just do?

I don't know! Whatever I did, Roger's pissed at me. I want to fix it, but I don't know how. How can I fix it when I don't even know what I'm feeling?

It was so sudden. Of all the things he could have said to me, he said that. How do I respond?

Well, I can't worry about that now. I need to find a way to fix everything. I can't bear the thought that Roger's mad at me. He doesn't deserve to feel hurt. He doesn't deserve it at all.

I feel terrible. I didn't know what to say, but the words I uttered were definitely not the best response. And now he's mad at me for that. Dammit!

I ruffled my hands through my hair. What was I going to do? He won't let me in. There's no way he would. Not after I f*cked up this badly.

It was odd. I stood there for a while not wanting to let go of Rog. I didn't want to let him be mad at me. But I can't just storm into his home. I wanted to, but I can't. He'll hate me more.

Eventually, I found my self struggling to stuff my curls into the bike helmet and drive away back to Spies of Rhye. It was ice cold out there, and I wanted to at least be warm thinking this through. I mean, I can't talk to him if I die of pneumonia.

I grunted as I pried out the helmet off my head. I shook around my hair and took a deep breath. As I walked back into headquarters, I found Freddie rushing over to me, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"How'd it go, darling?" he quizzed. Right, he's the one who convinced me to chase after Rog. He just looked so upset after he fell. I didn't know if I should run after him or leave him be for a while. Freddie threatened to smack my ass and urged me to go after the blonde. So yeah, I did.

"F*cking sh*t," I shook my head, "I think he hates me."

"Damn, that bad.." Freddie sighed. I frowned, but Freddie quickly snapped at me, "What did you do?"

"I don't know!"

"You're Brian May how the hell do you not know?" Fred grabbed my shoulders, "We can't fix this if you don't know. What did he say? What did you say?"

"Well, he said he liked me. And he meant in a love like sorta thing."

"And..? What else?"

"I said.." I hesitated. He'd kill me, "I said 'why.'"