She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

9.

*time skip*

It was about thirty minutes after Brian told you he loved you, you were still pretending to be asleep but really, you were freaking out. Your stomach was twirling, but not in the good way, your palms were close to sweating and your eyes were opened to the size of golf balls. Well, of course not really. But they were close.

"Y/n?" Brian asked, thinking he was waking you up.

"Hm?" You played the part.

"I can barely feel my feet anymore," He said. "And I don't know how we're going to get back."

Damn it, Brian.

"I knew this was a bad idea." You said, shaking your head. "But somebody wouldn't listen."

"Yes, yes, I see your point." He sighed. "But you're stuck in this mess, too."

I hate how he's right.

"Well what do we do?" You asked as Brian was walking away from the beach. "What about your shoes?"

"We don't have time to find them."

"This is ridiculous."

So, you walked about a mile together. You were both cold and you were pissed because Brian had to go and get a crack idea and act on it. You found a few houses, and started knocking on doors to ask to use their phones. The first two didn't answer and you couldn't blame them. It was midnight and you were literally knocking on stranger's doors. Finally, the third house opened up.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!" The woman screamed, opening the door in her night gown.

"Uh, yes actually." Brian responded. "Could we maybe use your phone?" He asked, as you were standing next to him.

That's when she realized.

"Are you Brian May?"

Brian smiled, but it was a fake smile, you could tell. But that confirmed her question and she immediately rushed you too inside.

"If I could get you two tea or a bite?" She asked, eager to please Brian. "Anything?"

"We really just need your phone, Miss...?"

"Eadie." She replied as soon as she could. "It's Miss Eadie, Brian. But you can call me Sandra."

"Thank you, Miss Eadie."

Stuck up bitch.

As soon as he got the phone, he called the room you all had been staying in. You didn't hear the other side of the conversation, only Brian's.

"Hey Fred-"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"The nearest beach....two hours away..."

"WHERE'S Y/N?!"

"With me..."

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"

"We need you to come pick us up."

"WHAT?!"

"Fred, I'm going to a woman for the address and you are going to take a cab here and pick us up."

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

"Maybe. But that's not important."

"No."

"Fred, come on."

"No. End of story."

Then Freddie hung up. Brian took the phone away from his ear and put it back on the wall and slowly looked at you.