i cant help falling in love with u - brian may x reader

chapter 2 - lost book

chapter 2 -  lost book

“Mk” i mumbled under my breath as i heard the grunting and squeaking from the door. “Im not doing that,” i  heard roger sigh, “ i cant.” i then listened to the footsteps, guessing it was freddie by how fast he came by. “Alright, im going to pull, then you push?” freddie yelled through the door. “Yea, okay” i said quickly and ran to the door. I pushed and freddie pulled. I could hear the door hinges creaking, “i think its working!” i yelled out. I pushed all my weight against the door to open it, and it worked. I opened the door and see fred on the floor. “Are you okay?” i asked him “ yes, yes, im fine.” he said, grunting to get up. I took his hand and pulled it up to help him. He must’ve hurt his shoulder, he kept on touching it and wouldn’t budge it at all. “Ill get some tea, chamomile.” i looked up at john and told him, “theres cheese and bread there, the toaster is in the bottom right cabinet.” he slightly smiled and walked away to the kitchen. “do you want me to get you an ice pack?” i asked freddie, i was worried. maybe it hurt a lot and he was just hiding it? “Uhhh, no. its fine y/n, it really is.” he looked up at me and put his other arm around me as we were walking up to the sofa. “oh, ok” i smirked and looked at roger. he ran up to the table and grabbed one of the cassette tapes that ive bought. “Hey,” roger whispered, “whats this?” “Well,” i replied, “its a video cassette tape. This thing cost almost 100 pound!” he looked at me and widened his eyes. “Your rich?” He asked. “no?” i smirked and shrugged my shoulders. Roger then scoffed and walked to freddie. I got up as well and walked to the kitchen. John looked at me in his widened eyes and gasped. “Sorry y/n, i um- i can clean it up?” he giggled and started fidgeting around. The kitchen was an absolute mess, there was water spilled on the floor, a few burnt black breads on the floor, tissues and tea bags. I looked up at john, “well you better.” i narrowed my eyes and him and walked out the room, doing a facepalm and sighing. “What happened?” fred came up to me, “sorry if i startled you” he chuckled. “No no, you didnt,” i replied, “its alright.” freddie then walked to the kitchen and just stopped. I heard a gasp and figured it was freddies. “John!!” i heard from the other room, “what the hell have you done now?” freddie chuckled and sat on the sofa. Next to freddie was brian. He saw me looking at him and raised his eyebrows. I looked away and headed into my room. “Dont get yourself locked up in there!” i heard roger yell from another room. “I wont!” i yelled right back at him and closed the door. “I’ve cleaned it” john whispered from the other side, “good.” i replied. I turned around and looked for the book that i got earlier. Ok, now where the hell is my book? I was going to read it later in the night. “Have any of you guys seen my book?” i yelled out. “No, i thought you had it?” roger screamed from the living room. “Nope.” brian said quickly. Maybe it was him? Maybe he was getting revenge? I have no idea. I barged out of my room and quickly looked under the sofa. “If its not on the coffee table, then where is it?!” my eyebrows narrowed and i became annoyed. “You.” i pointed at brian, “me?” he questioned. “Wheres the book?!” i complained, “just tell me where it is, im sorry about earlier.” “well you had it,” brian replied, “ thats none of my business if that book was in your hands.” I looked at his large, skinny yet boney hands. That’s my book! “Hand it over!” i looked straight into his eyes and growled. “No” brian smirked and sprinted to the restroom. I took a breath and stomped to the restroom. “Aww, is y/n upset?” he said in the same voice, mocking me just as i did him. I scoffed and went to the living room and took a tea of the table. “Haha!” i heard a faint laugh coming from the restroom. “Goddamn you brian,” i whispered, “goddamn you.” I looked at john and he was playing with his hair. “Hey uhh,” i asked, “john can you help?”  he raised his eyebrows and nodded. I ran to the closet and grabbed the key for the restroom. The door there only locks accidentally sometimes, but this time not. I ran to the door to get it open with john behind me with a pillow, “can fred help?” he asked, “sure” i smirked and whispered quite loudly, “roger!” he took a pillow and ran behind me. I unlocked the door and barged it open. “Brian,” i said in a singy-songy voice, “where are ya?” though john and roger were still out the door, i was the only one inside the room. Suddenly, brian appeared from behind the door and shut it close. “Give me back my book!” i yelled. I looked at his hand and it wasnt there. “Where is it?” i looked back at him and scoffed. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “That book is important!” i said. Really, the book isnt that important. I only wanted it to read when im bored. “I have no idea.” he said. “Oh i know you do mr. may.” i started looking for it. Roger opened the door and looked at brian questionably. “Did anything happen?” he looked at me and walked inside the restroom. Behind him was john, which he followed roger inside to take a look. I bent down and opened the cabinet and felt someone looking at me. I then looked back and noticed that brian had turned his head. I rolled my eyes and sighed. 

I continued looking through the cabinet and it wasnt there. “Brian, where is it?!” i slumped down and pushed his shoulder against mine. He widened his eyes and narrowed his eyebrows, “i dont know..” he looked at my eyes. this time, when he looked at me, it usually isnt like this. like i usually feel anger, or im annoyed, but- no. this time its different. “Sorry-” he mumbled and walked out the room while me and roger watched him rush out. “Whats up with him?” he looked at me and i shrugged. I followed brian to the guest room and watched him sit on the bed. “Whats going on,” i said softly as i was walking into the room and sat with him, “ are you okay?” “yea, yep im fine, why’re you asking?” he looked up at me the same way he did in the other room. “I dont know, its just-” i accidentally placed my hand on his. god knows what he did to his hands to make them feel like this. I didnt know they were so soft, yet so hard. “Sorry.” i moved my hand away. “No, no. its fine” he chuckled and looked at my hand. “Wait, so you want me to do that?” i asked. He sighed and requested, “only if you wanted to, i wouldnt mind.” he smirked at me and left the room. What the fuck. I was gaining feelings for the boy that i hated, that i once hated. It just felt so natural to touch his hand, like an instinct. He didnt need those words, “hot”, “cute”, “handsome” to describe him. He was just- perfect. Perfect for me. I dont know. I just fell in love with him.