Just Smile

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

*Hey guys! So my Wattpad app is being a dick and won't let me copy and paste my story from the app I write it on to Wattpad anymore, so this is me emailing it to myself and posting it from my laptop, which SUCKS ASS! I hate when things aren't even and don't look the same in every chapter but that might be happening from now on bc of this bullshit. I'm seriously so angry, UGGGGGGH! I'm sorry if things are out of place or not as polished as usual but I need to do what I can to get this uploaded for you all. Anyways, sorry for the rant lol, and I hope you all like this new chapter! THANK YOU ALL (would send a heart emoji but laptops ugh)!*

*BRIAN'S POV*

"What do you mean Deaky's gone?" Roger question Freddie as he finished explaining how John's doctor's appointment went. He returned home without our bassist and both Rog and I were very confused as he started retelling the story of how he come to be alone.

"I just...I just bloody explained it all Roger." The frontman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. "How do you not fucking know what I mean?" He snapped slightly, seeming as though he was more than done with everyone today as he dropped his hands to his sides.

"I'm confused." Roger snapped back, raising an eyebrow at the older of us all as the pair stood over me.

"How are you confused?! I just fucking told you everything!" Freddie shouted suddenly, his hands balling into fists as his anger only grew with the blonde. I knew Fred would've had a tough day with everything that he'd told us but I also knew he could have quite the temper when he wanted to as well which made me a little anxious as they began to argue.

"Guys." I sighed, trying to break up the issue before they both ended up having a major row (which they were more than capable of). "Can you both just-"

"I didn't understand it all Freddie!" Rog shouted back, ignoring me (and cutting me off mind you) completely as Fred rolled his eyes at him. "How could he just be gone?! It doesn't make any sense!" He continued to yell, making me groan as I knew my pleas for peace between them were lost.

"You really are stupid aren't you?!" Freddie snapped again, going a little too far as Roger looked like he was ready to thrash him. The last thing we needed was a punch up in the middle of the fucking kitchen.

"Freddie, enough!" I spoke up again, sending him a stern look as he backed down a little from his fighting stance, Rog doing the same. "John's staying somewhere to help him get better mentally Rog." I tried to explain the best I could without taking away from the seriousness of the situation. It was a brave thing for John to do, to want to stay in a facility to get himself back to how he wants to be. I admire him for it though. He's doing what he needs to do for himself and it's hard to admit that you need that kind of help. He'll be stronger for it though and after everything he's been through he deserves to be happy and back to himself as soon as he can.

"Like a hospital?" The drummer quizzed, looking between Freddie and I for an answer.

"It's more of a share house from what I've been told." Freddie sighed, his voice low as he spoke to the floor rather than to either of us. "I didn't get a lot of information but I know John will be safe there and, and this is what he wants." He nodded, sounding like he was trying to convince himself that he did the right thing to leave him there.

"They'll take good care of him Fred." I smiled softly, just trying to comfort him as I knew he'd be feeling a little different without John around. It was hard enough for him to live without speaking to the younger for that week, let alone him being physically gone too.

"Do you get to see him?" Roger asked, placing his hand on Freddie's shoulder to support him as Fred nodded, looking up to meet his eyes.

"After a week he can call us and then after two we can go and visit." He explained quietly. "I didn't want to leave him there but I couldn't be selfish and take him away from the help he wants and, and needs." He added, talking mainly to himself.