A day wouldnt go by without Freddie and Brian breaking into an argument, but today was awful.

Yet again, Freddie And John were late, but this time, Roger and Bri were not doing much, just talking and kissing every now and then. 

Yet again, they didnt notice Freddie & his boyfriend watching. 

Brian then pulled Roger in for a deep, mouthy kiss. He started playing with Rogers tounge, and Roger did so with his own. They started to giggle, and pull eachother close. Brian held Rogers cheeks, and kept Rogers face on his, so he couldnt pull away.

" Ahem! " interrupted Freddie, making Roger bite his own tounge and Brian push Roger away, almost falling off his seat.

" No Time For Kisses, Darlings. Time For Action. "

Roger whimpered in pain, keeping his mouth open due to his stinging tounge. Brian helped him up, and put an arm round him. " Look What You've Done - " he started coldly. " You've Hurt Roger! " Roger retreated to Brian, holding him close.

" I - Ahh, Ouch. I..Im..Okay..Bri. " he murmured, smiling weakly at Freddie. " Im Sure He Did - "

" OF COURSE HE MEANT TO INTERRUPT US - AGAIN! " shouted Brian, protecting Roger.

" No - Bri, I Meant Me! My Tounge! Im Sure He Didnt Mean To Make Me Bite My Tounge! "

Brian rolled his eyes and scroffed, walking away from Freddie into the recording room. Freddie smirked in pleasure, he had won this time. John put his hand on Freddies shoulder, comforting him so he wouldnt look so proud of himself.

As always, they started to yell at eachother in a matter of moments.

But this time - this time it was not as simple.

When they were on their break, Roger and Brian took to a corner, and started to chat. " You Can Sing Me That Song When We Get Home. " reminded Brian, giving Roger a quick peck on the lips. Roger smiled with glee. " Really? That'd Be Great, Love. " 

They started exchanging saliva and wrapping their arms around eachother, smiling. " I Cant Wait Till We're Married. " sighed Roger, looking deep into Brians eyes.

Just then Brian looked over the corner of his eye to see Freddie filming all that they had just been doing, his head was fuming and his eyes were like thunder. " FREDDIE! PUT THAT CAMERA DOWN! " he shouted, walking towards him and smacking the camera down. Freddie backed up, still laughing to himself.

" You Two Are Adorable! " he sighed. 

John came out of the drinks room, and watched in horror along with Roger as they argued constantly.

" YOU BETTER STOP THIS NOW! " 

" WHY? YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER ANYWAY? " 

" ITS NOT FUNNY! "

" WELL, YOU WERE JUST EXCHANGING SALIVA IN A FUCKING RECORDING STUDIO, AND YESTERDAY I BET YOU WERE ABOUT TO FUCK ROGER RIGHT THERE! "

Brian started to really get angry...

" WAS NOT! YOURE JUST ACTING LIKE YOU NEVER FUCKED JOHN, 2AM, DRUNK IN ROGERS FUCKING BEDROOM WHILE HE WAS OUT!? " 

Freddie gasped in anger, clenching his fists and narrowing his eyes. 

" What?? Freddie? You FUCKED John In My ROOM?? " 

" YES! " Brian snarled.

" YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT TELL HIM?! " Freddie gasped.

Then, they started to actually fight.

Freddie pushed Brian away, and Brian started thumping his chest in fury, John and Roger instantly tried to part the two, but it was no use.

" GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME, BITCH! " grunted Brian, pushing Freddie.

" Brian, Stop This! " called Roger in his meek little voice.

What happened next would scar Roger forever.

" FUCK OFF! " shouted Brian, pushing Roger to the floor, Roger landed with a thump on his leg. Brian then stopped fighting Freddie, and looked at Roger in sadness, but still rage flew through him.

" Yknow What, Fuck The Album, Fuck This Band, Fuck You All. " he said. " Im Out. " and with that, Brian stormed out the door. Roger watched in horror, still sat on the floor.

He heard a car, Brians car, pull out and off the parking lot. He had left his Husband - To Be all alone.

" BRIAN! " called Roger with his hands cupped around his mouth. " BRIAN!? "

Eerie silence deafened the room.