She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

13.

It was twelve days later, and the five of you were in Brisbane for the last concert of the tour. You were wearing the dress you were wearing at the first concert in Liverpool, and you were trying to keep the mind off the fact that this would be the last concert you went to. You knew this day was coming, but at the same thing you really didn't expect it to happen. You were going to leave Brisbane two days later, in the early morning giving you and Brian one last free day together before your flight at dawn.

You watched the concert from backstage, and you admired the way Freddie moved even more than usual. When Bohemian Rhapsody was being played, and Brian was doing the solo under the lights, he easily could've been mistaken for an Angel. He was looking down at the neck of his guitar, making sure he was playing it perfectly as his hair gave his eyes some shade from the blinding lights.

Total Angel.

*time skip*

It was after the concert, the rest of the band was still out but you and Brian were in your room. You were sitting on his lap as he had his acoustic guitar on your lap whilst his fingers were on top of yours, teaching you how to play the guitar. Eventually, it turned into you leaning against him as he lightly sang Love Of My Life. You loved these moments.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, once the song was over.

"Anything."

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You claim you didn't believe in love. Why did you love me?"

"The way your pupils get slightly bigger while you laugh. How you're constantly thinking of other people. How much you care about animals-"

"No, I mean what's so different about me."

"Everything's so different about you."

Then he smiled, and started playing Love Of My Life again, and you wanted to say more.

"Bri?" You asked, wondering if he was paying attention to you more than his guitar.

"Hm?"

"You were amazing earlier." You stated, sadly. What you said was true, but you thought that was the last time you'd ever see him play.

"Thank you, love." He said in return, setting his guitar aside and putting his arms around you.

*time skip*

It was the next morning, and Brian was tip-toeing through the door with breakfast. When he came over to you, he saw that you were still sleeping so he set the plate of food aside, and kneeled down on the floor next to you, so your faces were close and across from each other. He put his palm on your cheek, his hands running through the hair behind your ear as he smiled. And that's what you woke up to.

"Hi." You smiled. And for a second, you forgot this was your last day.

"'Morning." He smiled back, getting the plate as you sat up straighter.

"Eggs and bacon?" You asked, sarcastically. "You spoil me, Mr. May."

"This is the last time I can." He shrugged and smiled, walking around the bed to sit over next to you. "So, I made us a reservation at La Extravagante Coin Repas at seven-thirty," He said, referring to a French restaurant. "I figure we'd watch a cab around seven-fifteen."

"That sounds lovely." You smiled after taking a bite out of your bacon. "I can't believe it'll be our last dinner."

"It does sound crazy." He said, leaning his head on top of yours.