I still love you | Maylor fanfiction

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Brian's P.O.V.

"What?" All I managed to get out of myself was only a weak whisper. My rage was all gone. All the fury and anger, all gone. Now, Roger just took my heart and broke it to pieces.
He turned his gaze to me and watched me with the beautiful blue eyes of his, tears streaming down his face.
"You heard me," he let out, his voice shaking and crackling down.
I inhaled deeply, more like fighting for air, beginning to shake and shiver.
"Roger-" I stuttered, trying to breathe, trying to make my voice sound strong and confident.
"That's not a lie. Never was and never will be."
I had a hard time not to tumble down, and cry.

I saw how Roger's body started shivering. More tears rolled down his cheeks, as he watched me, with pain and reproach in his expression.
What he did next, felt as if he stabbed a knife in my heart. First lightly, he turned his head to the left and right. Then, more rapidly and assuredly he started shaking his head, closing his eyes, his hair swooping through the air.
He didn't believe me. He didn't believe that I loved him.
"Roger," I choked on my breath.
"I don't believe you Brian," he looked right into my soul, saying the words I feared the most, his voice quavering.
I let out a small gasp, staring at him, my own tears escaping my eyes. I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I could just watch him speechlessly  in disbelief, with enormous pain killing me from inside.
Why? Why was the love of my life doing this to me?

"I don't believe you when you say you love me," he continued. He seemed as if he should collapse any second, anyways I felt like that too, but his voice was cold as ice. "I don't believe you a single word anymore."
My heart was aching, I felt literal pain from inside.
"You are the love of my life," I objected weakly.
The blonde narrowed his eyes, frowning.
"Brian, why are you doing this to me?" I heard him whisper as if from far away. "Why are you torturing me like this?"
Before I could answer him, he briskly got up on his feet.

"Roger?" I asked from the ground I was sitting at, completely broken. "Where- where are you going?"
No reply. He didn't answer. He didn't even look at me. He just passed me, stepping out of the door.
"Roger?!" I screamed, trying to stand up, but I failed. My legs gave up underneath me and I fell back on the ground. Desperate and panicking, I crawled through the bathroom, grasping the doorframe and pulling myself to it.
"Roger!" I cried after him.

But the only reply I got was the sound of the front door of the hotel room being shut.

And outside the windows the sun was slowly making its way up on the blue sky and people were waking up into a beautiful new day, full of sunshine, warmth and birds singing in the trees.

John's P.O.V.

"Shouldn't they be here already?" I asked my boyfriend who was sitting right next to me on the bench in the park. I had my head resting on his shoulder and my hand was hidden in his, as he stroked his fingers against it, studying precisely every square millimeter of it, as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Are you obsessed with my hand?" I asked with a chuckle. He looked up, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling with energy and happiness as they always did, and a grin playing on his lips.
"I'm obsessed with every inch of you," he replied, kissing the back of my hand as if I was a princess.
I couldn't help but giggle and blush. He always managed to bright up my mood, even now, when I had no idea it could be possibly any better.

It was a beautiful day. The spring had arrived some time ago, and the nature was waking up to life. The trees were covered with fresh green leaves, the grass was packed with various wonderful flowers which all shined different colors and smelled different pleasing scents. The sky was without a single cloud and the golden sun was shining bright, making the air warm. I was outside in an nearly empty park, with my love by my side. My glorious, perfect Freddie. Oh how I loved him. What could be any better?

"And yes, you're right, they should have been here already," he shrugged his shoulders, returning his attention to my palm. "But you know, they were late the last time we were supposed to meet up. I'm not surprised they are late now too."
"Yeah. I guess you're right," I nodded, leaning my head back against his, making myself comfortable, watching the beautiful nature all around us.
We were supposed to have a meeting to discuss Freddie's new song, also Brian mentioned an idea he had for one too. We didn't need our instruments to know what the others were talking about when they were describing music. We could just talk about it and listen and hear it exactly in our heads. Then we would just go to the studio later, already knowing what we're on, and work more effectively.
Brian and Roger should have been here about ten minutes ago. We came earlier, so we were waiting for them for about half an hour already. Not that either of us would mind.

"Plus as they are a couple now, and they're sharing a room-" Freddie spoke up out of the blue, interrupting my thoughts.
"Oh dear god Fred!" I stopped him as soon as I realized where he was going with it.
"What?!" He let out a laugh.
"You are the most dirty minded person I know!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't say anything, it's you who though about that!"
I stared at him in acted shock and offense.
"Me?!" I gasped for air, hardly holding back laughter.
"Yes!" He let go of my arm threw his hands in the air. "I was about to say they might be enjoying a cup of coffee for breakfast at the hotel restaurant! Couples do that!"
I scoffed, holding my arms, rolling my eyes.
"Oh my darling John, I think in this moment I'm not the most dirty-minded person around here," Freddie smirked.
I stared in front of myself, avoiding eye contact with him, my face burning red, trying my best not to laugh.
"Ain't I right?"
I didn't answer, determined to win this unspoken challenge of ours. That I won't say a word until he shuts up on his own.
"I am right. Of course I am," the raven haired boy replied to himself. "Oh my sweet John. I wonder what you're always thinking about?"
He sat back, gazing in front of himself as well.
"I always find you staring into the wall blankly, head up in the clouds. Now I'm starting to get an idea of what you might be always thinking of. Or more like imagining?" He kept on blabbering, teasing me, trying to make me react.
"I'm wondering, do I ever appear in your-"
"Of shut it!" Finally, I gave up, bursting up in laughter, my cheeks deep red from embarrassment.
"Oh make me!" Freddie challenged me.
"You bet I will!" I snapped back and before he could anywhere reply, I grasped him by the collar, pulling him towards me, kissing him on the lips.

"God, you really do know how to make me shut up," my boyfriend raised his eyebrows as soon as we pulled away.
"Of course I do," I smirked.

Freddie's. P.O.V.

Time had passed and Rog with Brian were already more than an hour late. Of course, spending some time alone with my precious little boyfriend was the best thing in the world, but we agreed on meeting up and planned it out two days before.
First, I was getting pissed off. I knew that Roger still wasn't sure about Bohemian Rhapsody, and I knew him too god darn well to know that he would be able to not arrive just to express his disagreement- that he thought it's shit and a waste of time. Which, I strongly disagree with, and I'm going to be persuading him as long as he sees its perfect too.
But, on the other hand, there was Brian with him. And Brian would never do that. He liked my song, and even if he didn't, he would rather arrive and hour early and make a two-day long speech about what all he hates about it. I'm sure he would arrive and drag the drummer along with him.
So the most possible reason for why they hadn't arrived yet is that something happened to them.

"Why aren't they here already?" I exclaimed, unable to keep it in any longer.
"No idea," Deaky let out a sigh as if he was just thinking about the same thing.
"I mean- they are an hour late! Not even Rog could be this late! Not speaking about Brian of course."
John turned towards me, grasping me by the hands.
"Fred, what if something happened to them?"
"Yeah, I thought about that too," I mumbled in response, not wanting to think about that possibility. "Or they are just protesting against Bohemian Rhapsody," I joked a little.
I succeeded in achieving what I was aiming for- The serious expression disappeared from Johns face and he giggled, closing his eyes, his laughter being the angelic music to my ears.
"What do you say we'll go look for them?" I asked, standing up on my feet, never letting go of his hands, which I kept on holding in mine.
"Let's go," he jumped up, pressing a quick kiss on my cheek, catching me unprepared. He must have seen my surprise and the blush which crept up on my cheeks, and he laughed, making my heart beat faster and smile on my lips grow.

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