A Hundred Times Over [Brian May x Reader One-Shots]

Suspension Of Disbelief

You kept your eyes closed just listening to your surroundings. The cicadas outside are busily humming, and inside, in the silence of the room, if you listen closely, you can hear Brian's soft snores. You were awake, but not fully. It took a lot of effort to open your eyes, and a lot more effort to keep them open. Sleep beckoned out to you, but you fought it. It's not the time to sleep, clearly, you've had too much of it that you could feel the twinge of a migraine forming on your temples.

The room was bathed in darkness; the light shining down on you came from a lamp on the bedside table. You didn't move, for you felt a weight against your arm. Instead, you followed the trail of light, and somehow, you felt sweet comfort rush through your bloodstream.

Brian.

His dark brown locks covered his face as he slept, leaning his head on the bed. You could feel his breath against your flesh. His hand grasped yours ever so tightly, as if you would vanish once he closed his eyes. It seemed that he could never let you go, and he'd hold onto you whenever he can. Although a smile formed upon your lips, it vanished instantly when you remembered that today was the day of the concert that Brian and his bandmates have been waiting for.

Memories of his smile rushed through your mind, his voice filled with excitement, because finally, they've reached the point of no return. People from all over the world have bought tickets just to see them, and they'd be up there on the stage doing what they love, playing the music that they've poured their hearts into. But, no. Instead, he's here with you, watching over you as you sleep.

Memories of past events instantly flooded your mind, filling you with guilt that you never imagined you'd ever have.

Brian phoned early in the afternoon when the clock read 2:15. You barely made it to the phone in time. Your body was heavy, the flu hammered your body to the bed, and although Brian invited you to the concert, you've decided not to go. You were not in the proper condition, and as much as you loved your man, and as much as you wanted to show him your love, your support - you couldn't. You knew deep down that you would hinder him from fully enjoying his time onstage.

You knew him. You always knew how he particularly hated the fact that you weren't immune to sickness. He hated it when you were sick. He would never let you out of his sight, and he'd stay at home to take care of you whenever the situation presented itself.

And the moment when he called to check up on you, you knew just what to do.

"Hello Y/N?" he said, and upon hearing his restless voice on the receiver, you felt the sheer panic rush through you and you struggled to regain your composure.

'Don't you ever mess this up, Y/N," you thought to yourself, even if you knew you were a terrible liar and Brian could read you like a book. Still, you tried to sound enthusiastic, though the sniffles gave your secret away.

"Bri – hello!"

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as you waited for him to speak again on the other end of the receiver. He seemed silent.