Smile for me, John Deacon

This is the chapter you guys have been waiting for (;

Three months had passed since I had last seen John. After I survived the horrendous hangover that had followed Freddie's party, I had decided to never think about him again. It was difficult at first, but as time went by, it became easier and easier every day.

Timmy and I were still going out and in fact, we had made it official a month ago. He was a good man. Incredibly kind, wonderful with children, mediocre in bed and a great chef. Lisa was very happy for us and she often hung out with us, unlike Ciarán. For some reason he had never taken a liking on him, he had always been a bit of a dick towards him, even more so than usual. I had once heard him arguing with Lisa and although I didn't catch the context, I did catch the sentence "I refuse to call a grown ass man Timmy."

It was a lazy Saturday morning. I was bored to a hellish extent. Timmy was working at the local Tesco, Lisa was working at the hospital and Ciarán had been acting so weird lately that I didn't want to hang out with him.

So of course he called to say that he was on his way over. Reluctantly I agreed for him to come and got up from my bed. Ciarán didn't count as a guest, so all I did was throw a housecoat over my pyjamas and slippers on my feet. Yawning, I made it back downstairs where he was already waiting.

"How the hell did you get in?" I asked him as I walked over to join him in the living room.

"Spare key, I've had it for months." He said and flashed his key. Right. Definitely remembered giving him that.

"Alright." I said and sat down on the couch. "You said you had something you wanted to talk to me about. So, shoot." I said as I pulled a blanket over me.

He bit his bottom lip and sat down at the other end of the couch. "Right. You have to promise me that you'll be co-operative and not fight everything I say. Promise?"

"Absolutely not." I scoffed.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't think so but it was worth a shot." He said and smirked. "But really, Loretta you have to listen to me." He added and re-positioned himself. "We need to talk about Timothy."

I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms across my chest. "What about him? And it's Timmy." I said. He rubbed his face with his palm and sighed deeply.

"You see, that's kind of exactly what we have to talk abo-"

"His name?"

"No, obviously not just his name Loretta. Now excuse my frankness, but if I'm being honest I don't think he's a good fit for you." He said and looked my dead in the eye.

"You have a lot of nerve O'Toole." I scoffed. "You've always acted like a dick around him and now you come to my house to tell me that he isn't a 'good fit for me'? Are you being serious right now?"

"Loretta." He said calmly. "You can keep lying to me, I don't care. But stop lying to yourself. You do not love him." He said with a sad smile.

My eyed widened. Some fucking nerve on this guy. "Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean."

"Well I clearly do not. And I don't appreciate your fucking tone Ciarán!" I said, raising my voice.

"Loretta, please." He scoffed. "When I first met you, you had already fallen for John. You can keep saying that that isn't the case and I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm really not trying to be the asshole here, believe it or not. But I have seen the way you look at someone you love. When you love someone, the way you look at them... it's like your eyes were only ever meant to see them. You look at them which such adoration... and I'm sorry to say this but I have never seen you look at Timothy like that." He said. I could see that he was clearly trying not to sound harsh and to be honest, I kind of appreciated the effort.