Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I11I - I Said Nothing

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I knock on the door I hadn't seen for a while, not since some weeks ago before school had even started. I miss going to Freddie's house and just hanging out and talking about what is going on. Things will be different now, now that Freddie has a boyfriend and stuff happened with Brian when I'm in an actual relationship. It won't be some dumb talk back in forth about celebrities we find attractive like usual.

I widen my eyes slightly once the door already opens, not giving me enough time to think of hoe to block Freddie's questions and he has this big smirk spread across his face as he stands in the doorway in a long brown robe that stretches down to his ankles as he sets a hand on his hip. "Hey, Rog!"

He moves out of the way to allow me inside and I walk in with a shy smile, "You must've had a good night."

Knowing Freddie, he only wears something elegant around his house when he's overly happy, ecstatic even.

Freddie shuts the door and spins toward me to rest his hand on my shoulder and lead me to the kitchen. "Oh, I have a lot to say about that... but first,"

He leaves me at the counter and opens up the fridge to pull out a large bottle of wine, and as much as I like wine, a nauseous feeling drops to my stomach and a grimace appears on my face. Thoughts about all I have drunk last night come into my head and it's almost like my stomach growls to shame me. I stare at Freddie from across the counter and shake my head, "I'm good on wine... I'll just have water."

He bumps the fridge shut with his ass and frowns at me, "That's fine."

He sets the bottle down carefully and goes to the cupboard to pick out a large glass then walks back to the fridge to fill it barley to the top and then sets it down for me then proceeds to pour himself some red wine in a taller glass.

He surprisingly seems calmer than I expected, he's not screaming in my face at all yet.
I wish I had a stopwatch to time how long it will take. When I get a text like what I had gotten from Fred earlier, I know he's about to start ranting at any moment.

I watch Freddie carefully, he finishes off the glass and sets the bottle off to the side then elegantly lifts the glass delicately still I'm his fingers before precisely sipping a long and slow drink all while staring deep at me. I tuck in my bottom lip and cautiously lift my water and drink that, the same pace as Fred in subtle mockery.

Freddie slowly sets the glass down, his eyebrows narrowing more and more...

As soon as the glass touches the table he slams his hands onto the counter and leans over, causing me to almost choke on my water though I expected it in the first place.

"Roger, what the fuck happened last night?!"

I lean forward and set the glass onto the table again, laughing slightly but Freddie keeps on a blank annoyed face as I try to completely avoid the question just thinking back to last night itself. "Nothing happened, I went to Brian's house and I slept there and I went home-"

Fred sighs and switches the weight of his feet, "And you're serious? You didn't sleep with him?"

"N-no!" The question threw me off and I nearly choked again, "Fred, I'm in a happily committed relationship and I believe Brian is as well..."

It feels like Freddie can see right through me as he stares at me with all this content and maybe confusion. I take a slow sip of water, not knowing what to say and if I should come clean. I don't know how he would react... considering the fact he is still trying to get used to Brian after everything I guess... but also there's the factor of him hating Cory's guts.