Nightmare pt2.(51)

                                    

                                          
I'm back and feeling better then i probably ever will! Thank you for being patient with me :]
                          
You were in a strange room, probably supposed to be Freddie's house but you didn't quite recognize it. There, danced Freddie with a drink in his hand with him danced men and women. Something wasn't right, you noticed Freddie was attached to strings, your eyes followed the strings up the ceiling, except there was no ceiling. Paul's head was peaking into the room, puppeteering Freddie with a big grin on Paul's face, making Freddie suffer. Paul then made Freddie jug down a bottle of beer and kiss some stranger. Freddie's head turned  to you, tears in his eyes. 'Help' he mouthed.
                          
You woke up with a gasp, sitting up again. You saw Roger coming out of the bathroom. "What's wrong?" Roger said, turning off the bathroom light and sitting down next to you. "Another nightmare." You said, putting your head on Roger's shoulder as he comforted you. "God. You barely have dreams or nightmares. What are they about?" Roger said, making sure his voice was calming. "About Fred.. i- i can't remember anything else." You said. 
                          
You had a feeling that telling Roger would cause problems, he would eventually tell Fred and that wouldn't end well.
                          
"If you say so, princess." Roger said. You both laid down, Roger waited for you to position yourself in a comfortable way and snuggled with you. He slowly petted your hair, making sure you would fall asleep before he did.
                          
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You woke, luckily not from a nightmare.
                          
"Morning, love." Roger said,sitting at the table in the kitchen and reading the newspaper. "Want to talk about your nightmares?" Roger smiled warmly at you. "I told you, i don't remember anything." You said, sitting at the table, across from Roger. "I don't believe you princess. When you have nightmares, you always remember them." Roger said, tilting his head a bit, shaking his head lightly. You rolled your eyes, sometimes you wished he wouldn't remember such details at times.
                          
You told him about your nightmares, what Paul and Freddie said. Roger's eyebrows were lightly furrowed and he took a deep breath. "I'm worried." You whispered, watching him come over to you, wrapping his strong arms around you from the back. You got up, turning around and snuggling your face into his shirt. He put his hand on the back of your head and kissed your forehead. "Something is wrong, other then Paul. Freddie is keeping something from us." You said, all Roger did was sigh and nod. "I don't understand anything." You mumbled. "Of course you do, sooner or later you will understand it." He said, pulling away from the hug. "Maybe we should spend time with Freddie?" You quietly asked. "Of course, love." Roger said. "Though, he might be busy."
                          
You have finally convinced Freddie to go to a pub with the both of you, it wouldn't be Freddie without Paul would it?
                          
Nothing that interested happened until Freddie gave Roger an attractive woman to talk to.
                          
You came back from the bathroom to see a girl sitting in your spot, being all touchy with Roger. You looked around to see Freddie and Paul gone. "What the fuck?!" You shouted, the girl's head turned to face you, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Get the hell out!" You said, pulling away the girl by the back of her T-shirt. "What is wrong with you!" You yelled at Roger. It was clear with one look he was wasted. "F-Freddie gave me strong drinks and introduced me to some girl and.." Roger said, that was enough for you. "Freddie?! Are you joking?" You yelled at him as he sat there and took it. "No! I'm not!" Roger said, getting up from the booth and grabbing your shoulders to stabilize himself. "I swear! It was all Fred's fault." He said.
                          
Part of you believed him but part of you was pissed he almost cheated on you. You had to admit, you had a few drinks yourself, but could still think straight. 
                          
Without a word, you walked out of the pub, Roger following beside you. You looked at him, his head hanged low, his eyes teary.
                          
After getting a cab, you arrived home and was still mad at him. You decided to sober him up with some coffee.
                          
"I understand if you want to leave." Roger said, your head turned. "I'm not leaving.. i just don't know why Fred would do this." You said. "Cause he hates me, wants my life ruined, my love life ruined. Everything." Roger simply replied. "He doesn't hate you.." You mumbled. "Then why did he do this to me? He was bored?" Roger looked up from the coffee cup. "You would never.. actually get in bed with her?" You asked. "Of course not, i wasn't myself tonight.." He said. "You fell down multiple times, ran into things, threw up and passed out on our way home.. You don't do that even if you spent the whole night drinking." You said, thinking that Freddie couldn't possibly be behind this. Roger looked away embarrassed. You sat down next to him, he slowly looked at you. "Angel, i know you would never do this.. and you've apologized millions of times. I'm trusting you, please don't make me regret it." You spoke softly, he nodded. "You won't." Roger kissed you. "I hope so." You said. 
                          
"I still don't think Fredrick did this.." You stopped to think. "Who else hates you- both of us in fact? And would do anything to get us apart, which would mean i would stop being around?" You asked, Roger raised an eyebrow and sighed. 
                          
"Paul."
                          


                          
Quick question! For the Ben Hardy story. I have a main character made up, but what pronoun should i use for it? I or you?