𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 20

~Freddie's P.O.V~
"Freddie!" I felt someone nudge my shoulder gently, it sounded like Deaky.

"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes and saw John standing above me. "Hi." I said.

"Hello, are you getting up? You're on the floor..." He said. I looked around and I was, in fact, on the floor.

Looking around the room, I saw mess everywhere. Cups were all over the place, with rubbish and puddles on the floor. I dread to think what those are.

John helped me off the floor and I rubbed my hands against my thighs. There was a few people lying on the floor, and I'm pretty sure that's Paul McCartney.

I went outside to try and find Becky, that's where she was last, but the only thing I saw was Ben on the roof.

"Ben!" I screamed. He sat up and looked around.

"Oh, hi." He rubbed his head and slid onto the balcony.

"How on earth did you get up there?" I asked. He shrugged and went inside Becky's room. I shook my head and went inside.

I finally found Becky, she was lying on the floor next to Joe. I was about to wake them up when I heard a loud bang and Roger screaming. He came running out the bathroom and pointed on the floor. He sprinted around the living room and jumped on top of the sofa.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked. He crouched down and gasped.

"Lion..." He whispered.

"Wha-" I walked into the bathroom and saw Brian cowering in the corner, while Delilah was licking her ass.

"Jesus, are you high?" Brian nodded slowly. I picked up Delilah and cuddled her, placing her in her bed.

"Right. Becky! Joe! Wake up!" I clapped my hands and marched into the garden. Jim was asleep in one of the lounge chairs that was dangerously close to the edge of the pool. Becky came outside and rubbed her head.

"Hello." I smiled. "Have fun?"

"Hi, yeah. God, my heads killing me."

"Did you drink anything?"

"No, it was probably just the music."

"Probably, come here..." She slowly walked towards me as I pointed at Jim.

"You get one side and I'll get the other." She smirked and ran over to the side of the pool. We both laughed and grabbed hold of the lounge.

"On the count of three, one... two... THREE!" We tipped the lounge chair and Jim went flying into the pool. We both doubled over with laughter as Jim came back up to the surface of the water, looking rather confused. He stared up at us and sighed, clambering out of the pool.

"I hate you two." He said.

"Oh, don't say that. You love us really." I wrapped my arms around his waist and planted a soft kiss on his lips. His face lit up as I smiled.

"Well, you've just made this awkward. I'm gonna go find Joe and Ben now." Becky walked off towards the door when Roger came out holding a clear plastic bag.

"Who took my cannabis?" He asked.

"Not us, where'd you leave it?"

"In the kitchen."

"I have no idea, I need to find Joe and Ben. Bye." Becky pushed past him and practically sprinted into the living room. Oh she didn't...

~Becky's P.O.V~
"Guys, guys!" I ran inside and saw Joe and Ben lying top and tail on the sofa. "The cannabis was Roger's." I said.

"Oh shit." They both sat up and started panicking.

"We're fucked, does he know?" Joe asked.

"I have no idea, but there was loads of people here, it could've been anyone. And he didn't hide it very well." Joe went to say something but stopped abruptly. My breath hitched in my throat as I turned and saw Dad, a soaking wet Jim and Roger standing behind me.

"Becky, a word please."