"Deaky!" Freddie bounced up to John as we brought the last of our stuff in. "How are you, dear?"

John smiled warmly but didn't say anything. He was a bit preoccupied with the armful of knick-knacks we both had.

We would be sharing a room, as there were only four bedrooms, but I didn't mind. We had shared rooms since primary school. I was the only one willing to live with all his clutter.

I sent him a questioning glance. "Deaky? That's new." I nudged his shoulder with mine.

He chuckled at the remark. "Freddie insists on calling me that, and has even gotten Roger into it."

I looked at Freddie, who just flashed me a cheeky smile. "John sounded a little too... dull to me. We are rock stars after all." He finished his sentence with a dramatic twirl.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Weirdo."

Freddie stuck his tongue out at me and opened the door to the bedroom.

I dropped all of the stuff on John's bed and flopped onto mine. He did the same, but he dropped on top of me.

"Get off me you jerk!" I pushed at him but he just laughed.

"You crowded my bed with stuff so now I'm using you." He got comfortable and closed his eyes.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and he looked at me with wide eyes. "I will do it Johnny Boy. Don't test me."

He looked skeptical and didn't get off me. I grabbed more hair, closer to his scalp, and tugged on it. His eyes flew wide and he moaned quietly.

"Get. Off. Me."

John scrambled off of my bed and tried to cover his flushed face with his hair. I laughed at his appearance as he scrambled to cover up how much he liked what I did.

"Good thing you decided to wear sweats huh?" I flashed him a cheeky smile of my own and he hit my leg playfully. "Oh come on John, it's not the first time I've made you moan."

He smiled shyly and sat next to me. "Yeah..."

I sat up and wrapped my arm around his waist. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He leaned into my embrace and sighed. "I just think it'll be harder for us when we're living with the rest of the guys."

I leaned back and pulled him closer. "We'll be okay love. If we can hide from my parents we can hide from anyone." I smiled up at him. He smiled back down at me then buried his face in my hair. "I love you, John."

"I love you too Chris."

There was a knock on the door and John flew off my bed so fast he nearly fell over. I was doubled over laughing as he opened the door to Brian. "Hey, Bri."

"Hey, guys. We ordered a pizza if you want some."

I stuck my hand up into the air and John giggled. "Help me up Johnny Boy." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. 

We both walked out to the living room where there were two pizzas. One cheese and one pepperoni. Freddie and Roger both already had slices, and Brian grabbed a slice of cheese. John and I both grabbed some pizza and sat down next to each other. 

Freddie spoke up when he finished his pizza. "So dears, which of you wrote that lovely song you auditioned with?" He was staring right at me. 

I turned towards John and grinned. His face paled when he came up from his pizza. "This one right here wrote that song." I pointed above his head. 

His face flushed a dark red and I laughed. I set my pizza down, I had no intention of eating it. John sent me a worried glance but I brushed it off. 

They were all laughing at how flushed he was. I playfully nudged his shoulder with mine. "It's alright love. It's definitely better than some of the things I've tried to write over the years."

This comment only made him blush harder. I took an extra moment to admire his features. How shiny his hair was, how kind his eyes were, the small hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He was the most exquisite person I'd ever seen in my life, he really was beautiful. 

He waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention and I jumped slightly. Now I was as red as he was. I looked down and stared at my hands. "W-what was the question?"

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, in a friendly way, and chuckled a little. "The boys asked if you'd written any songs."

"Oh, um, right. No, I haven't written any songs. I leave that part to John. I do melody every now and then, but the words come from him." 

Freddie looked a little disappointed, and I didn't know why I cared about that fact. John put his hand on my knee and Roger put on a movie. 

Freddie's POV

Chris was a total mystery to me. John showed up to the audition with a stranger, and two weeks later that stranger is moving in. He was completely magnetic. I was drawn to him like no other. And seeing him with John was almost infuriating. Even seeing something so unimportant as John's hand on Chris' knee made my blood boil. I was sitting right next to him, I wanted him, and I couldn't have him. Roger must have noticed me brooding and sulking because he dragged me out of the room. 

"The fuck are you glaring at Deaky for? What the bloody hell did he do to you?"

I brushed off his question. "He's done nothing, I'm just being pissy is all."

He grabbed my arm when I tried to walk back. "It's not nothing and you know it. You like Chris, don't you?"

I froze. "W-what?"

"Oh come off it Freddie. I've caught you staring at Chris with this doe-eyed lovesick puppy look on your face. You're jealous of Deaky because they're so close." Roger crossed his arms and waited for my reply. 

I glared at him but couldn't come up with a retort. I decided to walk back out to the living room. 

"Hey" Roger called out to me. "Don't hurt Deaky or Chris. If they're happy, leave them alone. "

"Whatever."