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Brian woke up the next morning and rolled over to look at the clock that hung on the wall, it read 9:08 am, they didn't have to be at the studio until 11 am which meant he still had some time in bed with John, Brian rolled onto his side facing John who happened to be facing him but still fast asleep, Brian looked at John’s sleeping face, how his dark eyelashes fanned across his pale cheeks and how his mouth was slightly open but no sound was emitting from it, Brian came to the conclusion that John was officially the cutest sleeper he had ever seen.
He reached over and ran his hand down John’s soft cheek causing John to stir ever so slightly, he watched as John’s eyes blinked open rapidly trying to get rid of the foggy sleep from his eyes.
“Good morning beautiful” Brian whispered as he leaned in to kiss John’s soft pink lips.
John smiled into the kiss “morning” he mumbled sleepily, he shifted to move closer to Brian when a sharp pain in his stomach caused him to stop.
“You okay?” Brian whispered brushing John’s hair and tucking it behind his ear.
John shut his eyes enjoying the feeling of Brian’s fingers playing with his hair.
“Yeah” he answered ignoring the tight feeling in his lower stomach.
Brian shuffled closer to John so close that their legs were now intertwined, he leaned down and kissed the small mole on John’s chin he moved higher to kiss John’s lips again slow and softly, he moved to kiss John’s closed eyelids, he heard John let out a little sigh which sent shivers down his whole body.
“We should get up and make breakfast before we have to leave,” Brian said as he continued to kiss John’s face.
He heard John mumble something incoherent and he chuckled softly “come on,” he said giving John one last kiss before throwing the covers off and hopping out of bed.
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John lay in their bed a little longer to fully wake himself up, he decided he should probably get up and join Brian in the kitchen even though he wasn't feeling the least bit hungry considering his lower stomach still had a weird tightness to it and every now and then a sharp pain would make him wince.
Slowly he got out of bed and stretched hoping that if he ignored the pain and tightness it would disappear on its own. He quickly changed out of his pyjamas and into a silk black shirt and some black jeans.
Walking into the kitchen he saw Brian making what looked like his favourite, cheese on toast. Brian turned around and saw John standing there.
“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Brian said teasing John “I made you breakfast” he handed a plate with the cheese on toast to John.
John smiled and gave Brian a peck on the lips “Thank you”
As soon as John sat down and looked at the food his stomach churned painfully, he didn't want to eat anything but he also didn't want Brian to worry so he picked up a slice and nibbled on the edge.
Roger walked into the kitchen then “Hey” he mumbled sleepily, he was dressed for the day in his usual denim jeans and a white t-shirt, he sat down next to John who was still nibbling on his cheese on toast and looked around the room “Where the hell is Freddie?”
After taking a sip of his coffee Brian answered him “We don't know”
“What do you mean you don't know he's supposed to be here! we have to leave in ten minutes!” Roger argued.
“Calm down Roger he will be here,” John said which seemed to calm Roger down enough for him to stand up and get himself a cup of coffee.
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Roger sat at his drum kit and sighed loudly for what felt like the hundredth time “Where the hell is he?!”
They ended up leaving in hopes that they’d find Freddie at the studio but upon arriving they found out that he indeed wasn't there.
“Now you know how John and I feel when we’re waiting for the two of you to arrive,” Brian said adjusting his guitar strings slightly.
“This is all fucking Paul’s fault if he just pissed off last night Freddie would be here!” Roger yelled.
John sat on one of the chairs in the room they were currently rehearsing in, his stomach ache from the morning was getting a little worse and had turned from a tightness and small bouts of sharp pain to now more of a dull pain with more frequent sharp stabbing pains, he slumped down in his seat unbeknownst to the two men who were complaining about Freddie and Paul still, he put his head in his hands and let out a tiny almost soundless sigh.
He jumped in his seat at the sound of the heavy doors to the rehearsal room opened, he turned and saw a dishevelled clearly hungover Freddie strutting into the room as if nothing was wrong, closely followed by a too chipper looking Paul.
“You're late!” Roger said throwing a drumstick at Freddie who ducked and avoided the being hit, it was a skill he had picked up after having many of Roger’s drumsticks thrown at him.
“I’m not late darling you all are just simply early” Freddie replied confidently.
“No Fred you are late we’ve been waiting for you for over an hour, where were you?” Brian asked setting his guitar down and walking up to where Freddie was now leaning against the piano.
“I overslept” Freddie stated simply as if it was nothing.
Brian shook his head and sighed, sometimes he knew when to just leave it alone when it came to Freddie and at this precise moment he felt as if this was one of those times.
“You can’t be mad Roger you’re almost always late as well” Paul piped up from the corner of the room he was slinking against.
Roger stood up from behind the drums “What was that?” he asked threateningly looking around for another set of sticks to throw.
“Roger please,” Brian said defeatedly.
John put a hand to his tummy and pressed down on it to add the slightest bit of pressure which caused his stomach to flip and send a wave of nausea throughout his entire body, he shakingly got to his feet causing Brian to look at him.
“Are you okay John?” Brian asked face full of concern, he walked over to John and placed a large hand on his small shoulder, he wanted to engulf John in a hug but with Paul standing in the room he settled on a comforting hand on the other male's shoulder.
“I just need to get some fresh air I think,” he said to Brian “I’ll be back in a minute”
Brian watched John leave the room wanting nothing more than to follow after him, he looked over at Freddie who too was looking at the door John just escaped from with a worried look in his eyes.
“Is he okay?” Roger asked.
“I hope so darling,” Freddie said, “I’ll go check on him.”