Freddie couldn't really get to sleep. Instead, he thought about random things, hoping it'd tire him. But, he started thinking about John. It made him more awake instead. He realised about everything about John was soft. Freddie ran his finger along Johns cheek. He loved the feel of Johns soft skin. He had realised he was wearing a hoodie. Freddie couldn't make out what it said on it, but it was to his knees.
don't get your hopes up. Its probably Brians if its that big on him.
but wait- Brian doesn't wear-
Strange..
The sleeves came over his hands and the hood hung loose on his neck. The strings look chewed and worn. It was a grey-ish blue and There were cat hairs all over.
Wait, I'm pretty sure thats mine..
Is that the one I've been looking for..? If it is.. He's had it since the 70s.. But he never wore them then.. I don't remember him wearing them at all!
Johns eyes slowly opened. Freddie stared into the gorgeous brown colour. He immediately jumped as John sat up. "Uh.. Fred.." He whispered. "Yes darling?" John looked around the room awkwardly. "You don't mind, do you?" He asked shyly. John looked down at the hoodie. It was Freddies. Freddie looked at him in shock for a moment. "Oh no, darling, of course I don't mind- I mean- I never wore it anyway." He gave a weary smile at the small and weak man sat before him. He managed to smile back.
"So.. um.." John looked a bit scared. He anxiously looked around the room in order to distract Freddie. He then slowly moved his hand towards Freddies. Freddie noticed, and held his firmly. He gave John a reassuring look, as he looked very scared and as if he was about to cry at any moment. John gave an awkward look at Freddie, and blushed a bit. "I-uh.." Johns lip trembled. His hand moved slightly further from Freddies, but the fingers still awkwardly touched. Freddie looked at Johns shaking hand. It slowly pulled away and slid into the pocket of the hoodie.
Freddie looked up to Johns glittering eyes. They shone in not such a good way; they were glittering with tears. John thought to himself. He didn't know how to feel or react at that moment.
God I feel so bad for moving my hand away.. He looked like he wanted it to be there. Oh no.. Am I crying.. I better not be.. Damn it. He wouldn't care if I were crying, besides, he doesn't like me anyway..
Johns head throbbed as he tried to hold back the tears, but he had no idea why he was about to cry. Maybe it was the thoughts..? There was obviously going to be a reason. His head ached with all the things he had just thought. All of a sudden his head let go of the pain and tears ran down from his eyes. He panicked, he didn't think anybody had seen him cry before, nevermind just Freddie. Any of the band. Usually he cried alone, where no-one could see or hear him, let alone worry about him. The only question that was asked anytime that happened was: Where is he?
John suddenly opened his eyes. He felt Freddie running his fingers through the fluff in his hair, and the other hand caressing his face and wiping the tears. John blushed when he felt this. "Sorry." He said solemnly, and put his hood up and hid his mournful face. He was left for a moment, and didn't hear or feel anyone. Just the way he'd like it. Until, he felt something heavy put pressure on his shoulders, and then it rapped around his chest. Something thumped on his heart. A bit more pressure came off of it, and something touched his head, and slowly and carefully pulled off his hood.
