Body Language. Queen

He Doesn't Know.

Roger's P.O.V.

"In love?!" I gasped at his last remark. "How?" I was desperate.

"What do you mean, how, Roger! Two people fall in love with each other all the time...I just so happened to have fallen for Charlie."

"You can't be. It's not healthy. You're basically letting Charlie have Freddie when it should be you with him. Why aren't you saying anything?! You're just letting him walk all over you!" I was stood now. What the fuck was he doing?

"Guys. Please! I can't help it! I can't help it that Freddie and Charlie met! It's not my fault that everyone Fred meets he thinks they fall in love with him. It's a reality check for him!"

"Its not, Brian! It's a reality check for you! Your so called boyfriend could be fucking Freddie right now and you're just letting him do it. You can't fucking turn around and blame it all on Freddie if he's been in Charlie's pants because he doesn't know that he's not single. He doesn't know that Charlie is your boyfriend and he doesn't know that you two are in love."

Brian stared at me blankly before he looked down again.

"He does now..." a voice came from behind the wall...and my stomach lurched.

Freddie.

He strode into the doorway and leaned against the door frame,  looking surprisingly cool. I wasn't sure how much he had heard.

"Shit." Brian panicked.

"Yeah. Shit." He glared at Brian with an evil smile.

He waltzed over, I watched him like a hawk, we were all silent apart from a little cackle that slipped from Freddie's throat. He crouched in front of Brian.

"You fucking low life bastard."
He hissed in Brian's face. He stood again, his hands gripping chunks of his hair and his breathing was sharp. His eyes were wild.

Suddenly he blew, spinning and pushing the coffee table out of the way, it flipped and skidded across the floor, whatever was on there smashed into a million pieces.

He pointed his finger at Brian as if it was a dagger. "I poured my fucking heart out to you. You begged me to tell you, and I did. I told you it was you who I liked Brian and you blatantly lied. Told me you were not gay. I've cried tears over you." Freddie's voice was cracking as he screamed at Brian, his face screwing up as he carried on and eventually angry and hurt tears spilled from his eyes. I'd never seen Freddie cry before.
"We're all fucking gay, Brian! Why couldn't you tell us?! Your best friends? Instead you go behind our backs...fall in love...let me see your fucking boyfriend?!" He span, hiding his face and came over to me, falling into my arms as I held his limp, sobbing body up.

"I couldn't tell you. I felt like I needed to appear straight. What kind of band will we be if we're all gay?! I couldn't tell you, Fred. Not after you said it was me." Brian was stood now, his eyes sill watery.

Freddie got out of my grip, "Didn't it want to make you tell me more? And Charlie?! You've been letting me and Charlie go out together and go on dates?! You made him climb up on that cage to test me?!" He screamed.

Fuck. Freddie had heard everything.

"Freddie..." Brian began but Fred wouldn't let him.

"I did this..." he held up his wrist that was still bandaged, "...to get him off that cage because I care about him. You made him go up there and risk his life...to test me?! To see if I could think about somebody other than myself? Brian. I can't remember the last time I could do nothing else but think about you. You're the one whose constantly on my mind. I tried to work things out with Charlie to get you out of my head. I was falling for him. And now I can't have him either. Because you're in love? This is fucked up." His voice cracked again and he buried his face in his hands. I turned him around and lead him round the corner in the kitchen where he cried into my shoulder and I rubbed his back trying to soothe and shush him but he was in hysterics.

"Ssshhh, Fred." I desperately tried
to quieten and calm him but he ripped himself free of me again.

"You fucked him?! How can you do that but you cant say the words! You can't say proudly that you are gay!" He said, venom in his voice.

"I didn't. Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" John pushed.

"Just...just oral."

"Have you had sex?" Fred asked, wiping his nose.

Brian shook his head.

I was shocked when Freddie's head tipped back and he laughed, "Well I can tell you, Brian, that your boyfriend is a fucking awful shag."

Then he took off, through the house and out the door. Brian attempted to go after him, "You fucker!" He shouted after him, John had to grab Brian from going after him and killing Fred.

"Roger. Go after Freddie!" John struggled with keeping his grip on Brian who was trying to fight him off.

I nodded and hurried out of the house.
"Freddie?!" I shouted frantically searching the street but I could see him tearing down the path. I knew exactly where he was about to go.

I started sprinting towards Freddie.

"Wait!" I called, catching up to him. He didn't turn around, I could hear him weeping.

"Freddie think about what you're doing." I pleaded.

"I know what I'm doing. I'm the only one who does." He said, monotone.

I followed him to Charlie's house. Ready to stop a fight if one was to occur.

Freddie banged on his door and Charlie answered soon after.

"Brian?" Fred croaked.

"What?" Charlie already panicking.

"You chose Brian. Out of everybody you chose HIM?!" He screeched, "I was falling for you, Charlie. I really thought I had a chance with you! Why the fuck did you let me take you on a date?! You're in love with my best friend?! You're in a relationship with him. And you didn't tell me?! You let me show you my soft side...you lead me on."

"Freddie..." Charlie stepped towards him but Fred flinched and stepped away.

"I want you out of my house. Have a nice life with Brian." He spat before turning around and leaving.