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A Night To Remember (Freddie Mercury) *

The bar was a cozy dive tucked away from the busy London streets, its low-lit interior glowing warmly against the chilly evening. The clinking of glasses and murmur of conversations created a lively backdrop as I sipped my pint, trying to unwind after a long day. I was part of a small, up-and-coming band, and the stress of trying to make it big was starting to wear on me.

It was one of those evenings when fate had other plans. A figure flitted through the haze of smoke and chatter, his charisma as palpable as his flamboyant attire. He caught my eye—a man with a mustache that seemed to defy gravity and a presence that commanded attention.

"Hello there!" he called out, his voice as smooth as velvet. "Mind if I join you?"

I glanced up, taken aback by his bold approach and dazzling smile. "Uh, sure," I stammered, unsure of what to make of this extraordinarily confident stranger.

He slid into the seat opposite me with effortless grace. "I'm Freddie. Freddie Mercury. And you are?"

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his name but slightly skeptical. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, I suppose."

Freddie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Just suppose? Oh, come on, love, where's your sense of adventure?"

The night unfolded with Freddie weaving tales of his glamorous life, each story more outrageous than the last. We drank, laughed, and shared secrets as if we'd known each other for years. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and before I knew it, the evening had taken an unexpected turn.

The details of the night were a blur, but I remembered the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he whispered my name. We had ended up at his place, tangled in the sheets, our bodies expressing a passion I hadn't anticipated.

The next morning, I awoke alone in an unfamiliar bed. My head was pounding, and a feeling of panic washed over me as I pieced together fragments of the night before. What had I done? I scrambled to get dressed, my frustration bubbling over. As I hastily gathered my belongings, I heard the sound of someone moving around the house.

I rushed out of the flat, determined to escape the chaos of my own making, only to find myself face-to-face with reality. The name on the door was unmistakable: Mercury.

I froze, my mind racing. Freddie Mercury? I had spent the night with THE Freddie Mercury?

I dashed out into the street, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of everything. In my haste, I didn't notice where I was going until I stumbled into a familiar studio. It was a space where my band often recorded, and as I walked in, I froze again, staring at the people setting up for a session.

And there he was. Freddie Mercury, the man I had spent the night with, was right there in the studio. He was engaged in animated conversation with his band, and as he turned around and saw me, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh, darling, you're here!" Freddie exclaimed, his voice filled with that same playful charm. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

I stood there, a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over me. "I didn't realize you were, well, THE Freddie Mercury," I managed to stammer.

He walked over with that confident swagger of his, taking my hand in his. "Yes, it's me. And I must say, I'm rather pleased to see you again. Though, I didn't quite expect you to run off so abruptly."

I looked away, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't realize who you were. I didn't think—"

Before I could finish, the door to the studio burst open, and my bandmates—Tom, Sam, and Mike—stormed in, looking bewildered.

"Mate, what the hell is going on?" Tom asked, his eyes darting between me and Freddie.

"Yeah, why did you barge in here like you were running from the cops?" Sam added, glancing around the studio with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Mike, always the practical one, tried to make sense of the situation. "And why is Freddie Mercury here? Are we missing something?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I... I didn't realize who Freddie was. We... um, spent the night together, and I just—"

Freddie, ever the showman, stepped forward with a grin. "It's true, darlings. We had quite an adventurous night, and I suppose he's having a bit of a reality check this morning."

The room fell silent, the shock evident on everyone's faces. Tom's jaw dropped. "Wait, *that* Freddie Mercury? The one from Queen?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Blimey, mate, you really kept that one under wraps."

Mike, trying to regain his composure, cleared his throat. "Well, this is certainly a twist."

Freddie chuckled, clearly enjoying the commotion. "Oh, come now, don't be so shocked. Life's full of surprises, isn't it?"

I felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Look, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just... needed to get out of there."

Freddie's expression softened, and he reached out to touch my arm. "Darling, it's alright. If you need some time, I understand. But if you're up for it, why don't we continue this conversation over a nice cup of tea? I promise not to bite."

Tom, Sam, and Mike exchanged glances, still trying to process the situation. "We should probably give you two some space," Tom said, nudging the others toward the door. "But, seriously, mate, you've got to fill us in later."

As the studio door closed behind them, Freddie turned back to me with a warm smile. "So, shall we?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding, feeling a bit more at ease. "Sure, Freddie. Let's see where this goes."

As we walked out of the studio together, I couldn't help but feel that despite the chaos, maybe—just maybe—this unexpected encounter with Freddie Mercury was the beginning of something rather extraordinary.