Brian: The Love Of My Life

1. The Man On The Train

I sat on the London tube, the central line. It was near midnight, I had just come back from the pub. I may've been a little tipsy, but I don't think I had drunk too many drinks- I went there alone; I don't have many good friends, apart from Freddie, so no one is there to encourage me to get absolutely pissed. Sometimes not having many friends is a good thing I guess. Anyway, there I was on the train, strips of bright moonlight swiftly flickering by against the interior. The rattling and screeching of the train's wheels against the rails halted gradually, it had reached yet another stop. The carriage was completely empty, the exception of me of course. Alone, once again. Suddenly, I picked up the faint sound of quickening footsteps approaching. A silhouette of a tall man with a head of bouncy curls came into view. As he hopped into the carriage, just about missing the closing of the doors, I discreetly looked him up and down. His sense of style was interesting...well, maybe not for the late 60s. A well knitted rainbow-coloured scarf sat around his long neck, as well as a sleeved white blouse accompanied with a smart, dark brown waistcoat. And from the bottom half, he wore black plaid trousers, and on his feet- Clogs..? Yes, lovely white, wooden clogs. Must've been comfortable... However, his face was the most compelling. A beautifully chiselled jawline, a handsomely shaped nose and hypnotising, hazel orbs. Not to mention his hair- that head of long, dark curls was definitely unusual, but also definitely attractive. Oops-I must've been staring at him- it's not my fault he's such a good-looking guy. I only realised this because his eyes immediately shot round to meet mine, as if to say, 'I can see you looking, you know?' As soon as I saw his eyes in front of mine, I instantly turned my gaze away from him, my cheeks flushing a hot red from the embarrassment.
"What's so interesting about me?" He chuckled in a friendly manner.
I didn't realise he was talking to me until I remembered that we were the only ones in the carriage, I felt utterly stupid, just to add to the awkwardness of it all.
"Me-? Oh yeah uhm... I just thought that your style was nice...I guess..?" I stuttered, telling a little white lie to try and make this situation a bit more tolerable.
"Really? Well thank you anyway, my white clogs are my signature look!" He announced, flashing a lovely smile at me that could light up the whole world. I felt my heart flutter inside my chest, a smile spread across my face from ear to ear.
"Cool!" I said nervously, "I never caught your name- what is it? Mine is Honor Mitchell."
I waited for his answer anxiously, contemplating whether he would like my name or not, it was rather uncommon, well the first name anyway.
"Wow- that's a beautiful name, Honor. I'm called Brian, Brian May, rather basic I know," he giggled warmly.
"Haha, thanks!" I exclaimed nervously in between shaky breaths, "I like your name too Brian, and your surname as well, like the month, May!"
I immediately hesitated after I pointed out his last name- well, I did think it was cool, but saying that is just strangely disturbing... Ugh, sometimes I just don't know when to shut my mouth, I hope he doesn't think I'm some weirdo.
"Haha, thanks Honor, yeah like the month in spring!" He replied after a really awkward pause.
I took that as a hint to just shut up unless he talked to me first. Suddenly, a notification from the train operator came booming through the carriage's speakers, it said: "Last Stop: Harlow, Feltham. Repeating, Last Stop: Harlow, Feltham. Please Mind The Gap Between The Train And The Platform."
"Shit!" I whisper-shouted, just realising that I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I had been so focused on my conversation with Brian that I had missed my stop...Oh god.