Falling For Freddie (Freddie Mercury or Queen Fanfic)

s i x

When the event was over, Freddie wandered the hotel rooftop, hoping for Alice to attend the after party and she did. She came in an oversized checkered coat with a black fitted singlet tucked into a pair of skinny jeans. Her look was simple yet to Freddie she was most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen. Even in well-worn Converse shoes she walked through the party as though barefoot, and the oversized coat she wore only increased her appeal. Freddie was with a group of people but he was silent most of the time, sipping his drink while stealing quick glances to Alice. He would notice the smallest details about Alice that night, an untucked part of her singlet, and her milky skin thigh showing through the smallest rip of her skinny jeans.

The truth was, other boys who were not as powerful as Freddie when it comes down to showmanship and being a star on stage; but they were more skillful at asking girls out off stage, because what they lacked had taught them persistence, whereas Freddie had never even had to get another person's phone number. Freddie's skills on the stage had left him dry on tricks, and in misery he confessed his dilemma further to Brian who shared the car ride with him to the after party. Brian understood his predicament, and after calming him with a glass of red wine, gave him advice.

"It's about subtlety," Brian said. "It's all nuance."

Rather than making obvious flirtations, he suggested that Freddie speak to Alice only about the most mundane things, the weather, music, ballet, anything that gave him an opportunity to communicate with the silent but deadly language of eye contact. Brian reminded Freddie to not use his aviator glasses indoors and to rely heavily on his Persian brown eyes. 

"Freddie!" a voice blurted out, awakening Freddie instantly. It was John, knowing his friend well he noticed how strange Freddie had been acting since they walked into the party.

"Yes darling?" Freddie sipped his drink trying to act as normal as possible.

"What's wrong with you?" John moved his eyebrows playfully, quickly glancing to Alice. Oh fuck, Freddie thought to himself, even John noticed he was rather wary that day. "You're having fun at the parttyyy?"

With his hands to his waist Freddie insisted, "Yeah, it's just a normal after party. Nothing special."

"Righttt---" John mumbled rolling his eyes.

"Okay fine, I'm trying to find a topic or reason to talk to that girl, the dancer who approached me yesterday." Freddie said, putting his arms around John.

"You like her huh?" John said, his palms patting Freddie's back.

"I mean--- We know she's a fan of our music. And when I approached her yesterday the mood we had was kind of flirty to me, when we talked to each other. And today before we performed at the event we had this weird dreamy moment where we just looked at each other, and not saying a single word---"

"Urgh, just admit that you like her Fred." John sneered at his friend.

"Alright fine! I like her!" Freddie announced, hissing almost. "Look I'm trying to ask her out but it's hard, there's so much buildup you know."

"Dude just--- Ask. If you never ask, the answer will always be no." John said while swiftly taking another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

"Yeah but--- I mean, I just, I want to befriend her."

"Look if you want to befriend her, you've got to start by actually talking to her. I think you know what you've got to do," John ventured, teasingly taking the champagne glass Freddie was holding.