KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU ⇒ jegulus one shots

IN THE LION'S DEN

Regulus is sick.

Sick of all this squabbling. Sick of Sirius pretending he is suddenly the band's leader and not just the lead singer. Sick of Remus not bothering to speak up unless it is to win an argument in his own favor. Sick of Peter just trying to keep everyone calm and collected while also trying not to lose it all himself.

And absolutely sick of James being a bastard because he just didn't like the album in concept.

Regulus thinks he is sick physically from all of it.

From the start to pre production, Regulus has felt rubbish, having the worst stomach bug he can ever remember having. Then he had started to gain weight: not too much but enough to make him feel even more stressed.

And with how everyone is acting, he feels like he is irritable and unreasonable even more than usual, but within reason of course. So this morning, already feeling sick and achy, hardly getting any sleep to boot, he has absolutely no tolerance for James.

"I just don't see why you three feel the need to change everything. It was working fine," James grumbles, Regulus is testing his nerves a lot, they all are, the threat of getting a different guitarist looming, "It's a stupid fucking idea."

"What's a stupid idea? Picking up the tempo on a dance song?" Regulus crosses his arms. "Get with the program, it's a club album, remember?"

"A bloody club album is a stupid idea. It's meant to be rock and roll, not whatever shit they play at the gay clubs." James tells him, firmly. "It sounds like shit too."

"I'm sorry, but it is what it is. We agreed on this months ago. You were in the fucking clubs in London with everyone else.'

"I never actually agreed to it, I thought Sirius meant one or two songs," James corrects, "And what am I meant to do? Stay indoors every night?"

"For God's sake....." Regulus feels his belly and back aching, his head joining in. "You're getting me completely worked up, you know that?"

James rolls his eyes, "You're not even going to go into the studio today, are you?"

"No." Regulus places his hands firmly on his hips. "Just…..you go on. I need the space." He wants to add that he needs space from James specifically but ultimately can not find muster the cruelness to say it.

"Fine, whatever," James grabs his coat, leaving his guitar at home. He isn't planning to use it anyway, it's a declaration of his protest. "If you're going to shag someone at least wash the sheets after."

Regulus feels a stab in the chest as he watches James slam the door. He sits down on the sofa, sniffling softly and wiping his tear filled eyes. "Twat," He mumbles weakly.

James is so sure Regulus is cheating on him. He had to be, it is the only thing that could explain the last few months. He doesn't want to let go though, even if it is better for both of them, he'd forced himself to go to those clubs with him, to do this album, to still be at home when it was so tense. He couldn't just leave, could he?

Regulus is just feeling worse, hugging a pillow to himself and trying to be alright. He ends up actually getting sick, spending a good twenty minutes in front of the toilet. He is in more pain than he'd ever been. Appendicitis? But it is coming in waves. Maybe he should call someone. He figures it's probably the most responsible way of handling the aching in his belly

"You fucking scared Regulus out of working?" Remus glares. "What the fuck, James?! He's your boyfriend and our basists!"

"He chose to stay home." James snaps. "And you're not answering the question, what happened to the whole bit of guitar stuff I added? Are you just cutting me out of this? You three, I swear-"