Queen oneshots

Three weeks : Dealor

🚨never seen that second picture🚨
blood warning kinda? like injury idk i don't wanna spoil it 💅🏻

rogers pov:
it had been three weeks since john and i had broken up, the wound was still sore, it was sudden and harsh. he broke up with me, he didn't give me a reason, after 8 months of dating, he just ended it?
i didn't really know how to react, i was heart broken, i cried a lot, but there was nothing i could do. i worked with him, i lived with him, o couldn't escape him.

we hadn't spoken, not really, things were awkward around the house and the studio. he didn't look at me, he kept his head down when he saw me. it was like we had been nothing.

he said told freddie he would come into the studio a bit later than usual and we should leave without him.

"roger? you okay?" brian said snapping his fingers in my face bringing me out of my deep thoughts.

"mm yeah, fine." i nodded straightening up.

the studio door swung open and john walked in, and not alone. there was a girl holding onto his arm, she was pretty, but she was a girl.
i felt my heart rise in my chest and struggled to swallow it down.

"this is my girlfriend, Amanda." john smiled proudly.

his eyes caught mine for a split second but flicked back.

"hi." she smiled sweetly.

"nice to meet you." freddie said hiding his obvious uncomfort.

brian waved politely and got back to tuning his guitar, i muttered a small 'hi' before excusing myself and rushing to the bathroom.

hot tears flowed down my cheeks my chest heavy, how had he moved on so fast? it has only been three weeks. three weeks.
i allowed myself to sob, i deserved to feel bad for myself, that was acceptable.

freddie knocked at the door after a few minutes and let himself in, taking me into a warm hug.
"how can he do this to me freddie? i loved him, i love him. i thought he felt the same." i cried and listened to his sympathetic words.

"i don't know, he did love you i'm sure of it, your love was pure and real- something is wrong." he sighed smoothing my hair.

i suppressed my tears and tried to clean myself up as best as i could before walking back out with freddie. we went straight to the recording booth and i sat down at my drums, knowing john and his girlfriend sat behind the glass.

i played angrily, i was angry. and upset, i could feel them watching me like a hawk, i didn't want to take any of the breaks freddie and brian suggested.
john also came in to record, i allowed my vision to wander to him. he looked sad, i didn't want to assume, he could just be tired. i also finally looked over to where amanda sat, she was beautiful, and she seemed kind and i'm sure she was.

but god john always told me how he loved men, how he would never go back to women, how they could never satisfy him in any sense. maybe i was just his lab rat, his little tester, and now he was done.

we lasted for so long though, 8 months isn't just a tester, one night is a tester. i felt myself get over hot, i crashed my cymbals and snapped my drumsticks out of- what? rage, sadness, jealousy? all eyes where on me, including johns, i stood up, and walked out. i made sure to shoot john a look for the first time after we had broken up. it wasn't and angry or spiteful look, it was more of a 'you broke my heart." look, with tears streaming down my cheeks.

i didn't realise how much it would pain my to see him with someone else, i wanted to scream. i never pictured us breaking up, i didn't know if we would last forever but surely more than we did.
i just couldn't quite handle how much emotion i had towards him, i wanted to hold him, to hit him, to kiss him, to shout in his face. but i could not do a single one of those things.