Brian's P O V 

From the moment we got one step outside, we knew the crowds were going to be huge just to see us, to ask us stupid fucking questions, and mock us. I just wanted them to Stay Away.

" Brian - I'm - I'm Scared..What If They Hurt Us...? " 

" Hush, Babe. " I putted into his ear. " I'll Keep You Safe. We Got To Get To Freddie And Deaky's As Quick As We Can. " 

Roger remained very close to me, practically tucked up in my coat.

 The afternoon was coming close and perhaps the paparazzi were too tired to come out anyway. As we approached the street, minding our own business, it seemed almost like nobody cared. We walked on with smiles on our faces.

But just as our hopes rose up, we heard scattering footsteps and cameras coming closer and closer. Roger shrieked quietly, his pupils running short. " Shit... " I said under my breath. 

Roger's P O V 

They were everywhere.

Some of them booing, cursing, and kicking at us. Some with cameras asking questions. Laughing, pushing. I felt Brian's arms wrap closer around me.

" Are You Ashamed? "                                         " FAG! DIRTY FAG! "

                           " You Are A BAD EXAMPLE! "

         " THERE ARE DATING RUMOURS BETWEEN YOU AND ROGER TAYLOR - CAN YOU EXPLAIN? "

It was petrifying. I felt my heart drop into my gut and my hands start to shake - my vision was getting blurry - at that point I was basically being dragged by Brian...my whole body was just frozen in shock.

Then I realised what was happening, and shrieked under my breath. I went as pale as a sheet and tears started to well up in my eyes. 

" B - B - Brian - I - I'm G - Gonna Have - Have A - A Panic - A - Attack..! " I whispered softly, my voice teary. 

" Shh, Don't Worry. We're Almost There, Anyway. "

" B - B - Bri..! I - I - I'm Scared! I -" 

Brian's P O V 

Roger, in front of everyone, burst out in tears inside of my jacket, shocking the whole crowd. He just stood there and sobbed, quivering, barely being able to get a grip of me - his hands trembled against my midriff.

They started to mock him with ' Crybaby! ' ' Gayboy! ' ' Baby! ' and he didn't stop. He just stood there, crying into my body.

I just watched in absolute horror of what they had done to my baby. My eyes narrowed and my anger boiled.

" STAY AWAY! GET THE FUCK AWAY AND GO BACK HOME! DO YOU THINK HE NEEDS THIS!? NO! SO STAY AWAY. "

But they didn't go. It was not going to be easy. The cameras flashed, and videos were recorded of me lashing out, and Roger quite literally having a panic attack

I didn't know what to do - I didn't know where to go. That was until-

Freddie's P O V

As quick as we could, me and my beautiful Deaky pulled up next to the crowd, honking at our friends and shouting ' GET IN! '

Roger was obviously having a panic attack - a side effect of anxiety - and it looked scary. 

Brian was helpless, holding onto Roger and trying to help. 

When he realised we were here, he looked at us with such sympathy it seemed a tear dropped down his face. He was instantly inside the car, strapping Roger in and yelling ' GO! ' in our faces. Roger was absolutely petrified of the crowd building up around our car.

" Roger's Having A Panic Attack. Get Him Back To Yours, And We'll Talk. "

Me and my boyfriend looked at Each-other in horror of what they had done to our friend. He didn't hesitate to reply.

" Righty - O. " John hesitated slightly, and at full speed, speeded the car down what seemed like millions of roads to get to Our's.

Roger's P O V 

I slumped myself onto their sofa, breathing heavily and sobbing. It was so embarrassing. Crying, going into a mental breakdown on live TV. I was going to end Queen. 

How we were still #1 I didn't know.

I felt a hand rest on my back and stroke it up and down - and it was so comforting. I cuddled into the hand's body - my secret boyfriend, and eventually calmed down.

Freddie and John were in the kitchen making some food and coffee, making conversation with us both. Brian turned on the news and watched with suspicion- soon all our eyes were drawn to the TV.

The Woman on the TV spoke;

Queen's Roger Taylor And Brian May had a shock when a crowd of paparazzi stormed into them - and then - the unexpected happened.

" Br - Brian - I - I'm Going To Have A Pan - Panic A - Attack...! "

Roger burst into tears, with Brian being his only comfort. Since this morning theories about the drummer's mental health, and even his ' friendship ' with Brian May, are being laid out. Some say that the drummer and guitarist are actually secretly dating, or Atleast are crushing on eachother.

Freddie and John giggled a little, whilst me and Brian watched, blushing, but in horror.

And just as things seemed really bad, Brian May, with rage, cursed and shouted at the paparazzi.

" STAY AWAY! GET THE FUCK AWAY AND GO BACK HOME! DO YOU THINK HE NEEDS THIS!? NO! SO STAY AWAY. "

The footage instantly sparked theories and clues about Roger's mental health - the first sign being suspicion after a mental help van was seen heading towards Queen's destination, and the leaked footage of Paul Prenter, Queen's ex - manager, being arrested for crimes and apparent abuse against Roger Taylor. 

There is also a recording of Paul defending himself against an unnamed crime to do with the drummer. 

" He Deserved It - An Easy Target, I Think. " The Audio was muffled and hard to understand.

More on this tragic story soon.

Brians P O V

Roger put his face into his palms and groaned in mental agony. Freddie and John Just half smiled - but equally looked confused. I cuddled my secret lover tightly. " Shh, Don't Worry. We're Safe Here. " 

" How Do You Know? If They Can Leak Footage Of P - P - Paul...They Can Easily Leak Footage Of Us! " he shouted weakly, his lips trembling rapidly. " I'm Such A Fucking Failure, Brian. Goddamit. " 

" Shut Up. "  Freddie said, his arm around his boyfriend. " Brian- " he lowered his voice and made it sound babyish. " ' Wuvs Yoo! " 

Roger's P O V

I breathed in, and-