Sincerely Yours | FREDDIE MERCURY FAN FICTION

Chapter two

As he continues to stare at me with that warm, friendly smile, I can feel my anxiety slowly starting to fade away. There's something about the way he's looking at me that's making me feel safe and secure. But still, the questions are swirling around in my head. How did I get here? Is this even real? What kind of sick dream is this?

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shake myself out of this dream. But as I opened them again, he was still there, sitting calmly in the chair, waiting for me to say something. I felt like a fool sitting there, he still hasn't said anything just keep staring at me. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I need to figure out what's going on here, and the only way to do that is to ask this man some questions.

Slowly, I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. My throat feels tight, and my mind is a jumbled mess. It's like I've forgotten how to speak. I guess he noticed it and decided to break the silence.

"Finally you're awake" he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "How are you feeling?"
His sweet voice is just exactly the ones in my dreams. I can't believe this, is this really happening? I dreamed about this man many times before but it was different this time, it felt real.

I touched the soft mattress were I was sitting, breaking our eye contact I looked around the room again, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The walls were painted a soft shade of yellow, and there were bookshelves lining one side of the room. A small desk was situated next to the bed, with a lamp and a few papers scattered on top. "You're in my house. Don't worry, you're safe here." said the man.

The man stood up from his chair, setting the magazine down on the table beside him. He started walking towards me and I started to feel my heart race again but also something about his demeanor put me at ease. As he approached me, I felt weak in the knees, a flurry of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I couldn't believe it the man I had been dreaming of for years, the one who had always felt like a part of me was really here. "Are you real?" I manage to squeak out, my voice barely above a whisper. He left out a soft chuckle as he put up his right hand to cover his smile. What the hell Alora? Why the fuck did I said that? Now he must think I'm crazy that needs to be put on psychiatric hospital. I instantly regret and feel embarrassed about my question

"Yes, I am real. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked with a small laugh. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I answered while I rubbed my right hand on my neck, a habit I used to do when I felt embarrassed or shy. I snapped out of my thoughts when he took my hands in his and held them up to his face, his hands so soft and warm. I just kept my eyes on his unsure of what he is doing."Does this feel real now, honey?" he asked, with a sly smile on his face. D-did he just c-call me honey? I felt lost in his stare, drowning in his eyes. "Cat got your tongue, darling?" he asked again, grinning. Now darling? Is he messing with me? He must be British, we don't use those words with someone we don't like especially strangers. Wait, does he like me? Oh God Alora stop.

I started to feel my cheeks heat up, so I quickly got my hands off his face and crossed them in front of my chest. "Uhm...who are you?" My question sounded a bit rude, but I didn't intend it to be. He took a step backward and mimicked my posture. "I think I should be the one asking that" he said raising an eyebrow, his tone more serious now. "Uhm, I don't know how I got here" I explained. "I found you unconscious in my living room" he said, sounding even more serious. "I put your bag over there. Don't worry, I didn't touch your stuff," he said, pointing to my duffle bag in the corner.

When my eyes met the duffle bag it all made sense, shit! I remember now, I was suppose to meet Hazel. But when I got out of the house I felt dizzy and passed out. But wait, if I was outside the house then how...how did I ended up here? He said he found me in his living room, is he lying? None of this makes sense.