And sure enough, my thoughts couldn't have been more right. That night, Freddie talked to his band mates in the room next door while I sat on my bed with one ear pressed against the thin wall.
"You can't be serious, Fred! Why are you so quick to forgive that girl?!" Roger's voice growled.
"Because it's not her fault! And because I think- I don't know..."
"No, tell us Freddie. Tell us what you think."
"I think I'm in love with her, Rog."
"Oh spare me-"
"I'm being serious. I don't believe I've ever felt this way towards anyone before. My heart keeps telling me I should forgive her, and I have. And you should do the same. What do you think, Bri?"
In that brief pause I could see Brian standing with his mates, rubbing his temple thoughtfully.
"I don't know...maybe you're right." He replied.
"You must be joking!" Roger said in slight bewilderment.
"...Well....I do feel bad for being harsh towards her. She's our friend, after all. Don't you believe in forgiveness?"
I pulled away from the wall and sighed. There wasn't any more of that conversation I wanted to hear. Freddie was right when he said Roger could hold a grudge. There was a few more minutes of muffled arguing, and then there was the sound of their door shutting. My feet met the cold floor and took me over to the front of the room. I turned the doorknob and when I pulled it open, Freddie was standing on the outside, his hand raised as if he were about to knock.
He winked and pecked her cheek. "Good timing." Freddie said as he stepped inside. It wasn't exactly good timing; he was getting rather predictable the more I got to spend with him. My hand pushed the door shut behind us and looked at him intently, although I was sure I already knew most of what he was about to say. He sighed heavily and plopped down onto the bed.
"Brian's kind of wobbling on the edge at the moment about this whole ordeal, and as expected Roger is still flaming mad. He's banned me from their room for the time being." Freddie said with a slight chuckle at the end. He looked over at me with his deep brown eyes and patted the spot next to him. I smiled and slowly laid down beside Freddie, scooting as close as I could.
"It'll take time." I murmured in his ear reassuringly. He hummed in agreement and messed with a lock of my dark hair. I think we were both unsure at how long it would be, but at the moment I wasn't worrying about it. I was more focused on the man beside me. My fingers traced circles into his chest.
"Freddie?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
He looked down at me with a curious glint.
"About what?"
"About loving me."
It took him a few moments to piece together what I meant and how I knew; his facial expressions from confused to thoughtful to smitten were quite funny to watch. Freddie grinned and grabbed my face with his gentle hands.
"I absolutely positively inexplicably do." He declared, his voice silky. I blushed and shook my head. He was just being silly, surely. Freddie must have known what I was thinking because he pulled my face closer to his until our noses barely grazed each other's.
"I mean it, Mia. There's no combination of words I could say to express how much." Freddie whispered. My heart fluttered at his words; words I would have never guessed I'd hear in my lifetime. I ignored the twinge of sadness because that was the thing: we weren't from the same lifetime. The melting in my chest completely disregarded it when our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss. My insides were on fire when he grabbed me by the waist and placed himself on top of me, his smooth hands running up and down my body. I smiled against his lips and left a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest, nipping and biting every so often as I did so. Rough moans emanated from his throat and he decided to return the favor by grinding his pelvis into mine.
I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him. He genuinely loved me; it clear as day when his lips met mine, when he smiled at me, when I looked into those big eyes of his. I felt in my heart I loved him just as much, and I was going to prove it to him. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and he broke the kiss to take it off.
Freddie's grin was filled with desire as he locked eyes with me. "If this is gonna go where I think it's going to, then you'd best prepare yourself, darling." He lowered his lips to my ear in a low whisper, blowing hot air down my neck. I kissed his jaw line. "You're talking too much." I said, my voice coming out in a hoarse reply.
I was surprised at myself. I don't know what it was that was making me pretty fearless at that moment but I liked it. Freddie seemed to like it, too.
Within moments a pile of clothes made itself present on the rug and, well, that night, neither of us got much sleep.
Loud knocks at the bedroom door were what woke me up the next morning. I groaned, not wanting to move out from under Freddie's arms to answer the door. Plus we were both still fairly naked under the blankets.
"Take a number!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at the door. Still, the knocking continued.
"Mia, please let me in! It's urgent!" Brian's voice begged through the door. His tone was pleading; I couldn't ignore it anymore. Slightly worried, I wiggled out of Freddie's arms and grabbled my robe off the ground. My hand yanked the door open, revealing the disheveled guitarist. His face was full of anguish it was almost scary. Those normally bright, passive eyes were glassy and wide. He quickly stepped into the room and walked past me to shake Freddie awake.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to face me. "What's wrong Bri?"
Brian's voice broke a little.
"Roger's missing."
