Frank Sinatra x Reader #2

History Erased

6 a.m.

It's still dark out. You walk into the living area. You see Anna making coffee.

Anna sees you and motions for you to be quiet. She points at the couch.

You look over and see Frank Sinatra peacefully sleeping. You can't help but stare. Anna touches your shoulder. You jump.

"I gotta go film a video for work," Anna whispers. "Make sure to keep him out of trouble."

"I know."

"And figure out where he came from. He can't stay with us forever."

"Ok." You agree, sadly. You can't even think of letting him go. Not after only having him in your life for the past three hours.

Anna leaves the apartment.

You make some coffee in the kitchen, glancing at Frank every second you get. You debate with yourself, 'Is it right to stare at someone when they sleep?'

You finish making your coffee and sit on the chair next to the couch.

You pull out your phone, immediately going to all your saved photos of Frank Sinatra to see what year he came from. You realize he came from 1948. 'Aww' you sigh in your head. One of your favorite Frank Sinatra eras.

Frank stirs on the couch.

You shut off your phone and put it away. You've read time travel books and don't want to freak him out too much.

Frank sits up on the couch, clearly confused.

"Hey, Frank."

He jumps.

You laugh, "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

Frank leans his head back against the couch in relief. "Where am I?"

"That's kind of a complicated question. What do you mean exactly?"

Frank sits up straight and looks you in the eye. You can tell he's super confused. "How did I get here?"

"I don't exactly know. What I do know is that you're in the future, for you at least, and no one knows who you are except for me."

Frank blinks several times taking it all in. "People should've known me in the future? So... I made it big, huh?"

"Woah, slow down. No questions about success and stuff like that."

Frank leans forward and asks, "What year is it?" You melt inside. His eyes are so big and blue, and he's depending on you for help.

"2022."

Frank's eyes widen larger than you've ever seen from any of his movies.

You set down your coffee. "It's ok, don't worry. Hopefully, we'll get you back home and set everything straight."

Frank leans back against the couch again.

You smile at him.

"I can start by catching you up with a history lesson."

Frank smiles, "Perfect."

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You sit at the bar area of the small kitchen, eating lunch. Frank sits next to you.

"This is good." Frank says pointing at the food. "I still can't get over the technology. It advanced pretty quickly."

"Yeah." You add sadly, "What if we can't figure out how to get you back? You'll be stuck here to make a name for yourself."

"I'm sure I can make it big in 2022."

You stare at him sadly, "We can try."

"You said no one knows who I am?"

"Yeah, my roommate forgot who you were. She was a big fan."

"Well, I have you to help me become a big star. I'm sure you can help me sing the right songs that I'm supposed to sing."

"Yeah, we can get started on a game plan today."

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You and Frank sit on the couch. You have your laptop on your lap.

You look at Frank, "This is going to be your main source for publicity. You're gonna need to catch up on this, especially my channel."

Frank squints at the computer, "YouTube?"

"Yeah, it's my main job as of right now."

"What?"

"I'll explain how the money works later, for now, watch my channel, when you're done, I'll have you watch my friends' channels. If you become part of our videos regularly, and start your own channel, it'll help you get big quicker."

"Ok." Frank sounds unsure.

You shove the laptop onto his lap. "Just figure it out. You'll learn a lot too."

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THE NEXT DAY.

You walk out of your room to see Frank holding the TV remote, turning it sideways and upside down.

You take the remote from him. "This button turns it on. The center is touch sensitive."

Frank looks super confused. The TV turns on. Frank jumps a mile. You laugh. "Here, watch whatever you want." You walk to the kitchen.

Frank scrolls across the streaming services and presses on HBO max. He scrolls through some movies.

You slowly walk up behind the couch, your jaw hanging open. "Wait, wait. Stop there."

Frank stops scrolling.

"How? Take Me Out To The Ballgame starring Gene Kelly and FRED ASTAIRE?!"

Frank chimes in, "Hey! I know those guys!"

You move around to the front of the couch without taking your eyes off the screen. You sit next to Frank, your jaw still wide open.

After quite a few seconds, Frank gently reaches out and pushes your chin up to close your mouth.

"What's so shocking, Bella?"

You look at Frank, "You were supposed to be in that movie. Fred Astaire took your place."

"What?!"

"Wow. So all of your future movies were made without you."

"My head hurts."

"Well, hopefully you can become more famous today then you ever were back then."

"Yeah, hopefully."

"Let's start by introducing you to the world. Time to go live on Instagram."

"What's that?"

"You'll see."

Next chapter coming soon...

Author's Note: idk if I like the way this story is going, but it's modern day so I guess it all fits and makes sense. If you have any suggestions, please let me know!