Falling For Freddie (Freddie Mercury or Queen Fanfic)

t h i r t y - s i x

After losing his patience and yelling to Alice on the phone, Freddie had to beg her mom, Agatha, for Emma's address. Thirty minutes on the phone with Alice's mother, listening to her rambling at how he should not have knocked up Alice in the first place, was what it took to get the address. Phoebe neatly folded the paper he wrote the address on and put it in the middle of the kitchen island, an empty mug of coffee next to it. After hanging up with Agatha, Freddie and Phoebe exchanged silent smiles, relieved.

"Go now Freddie," Phoebe said. "Go down to Brighton, fuck Alice's brains out then slap her with your dick. And you better apologize to her, she's a lady, you know how upset she gets when you curse at her!" A pause and they both laughed, the first time Freddie did after Alice left. It was the kind of raunchy joke that Phoebe could do with Freddie. They were both close, they had inside jokes, he was among Freddie's most trusted people in his circle that he could joke about dick-slapping Alice.

"Maybe I should send flowers and chocolates first. Let her have her ME time," Freddie muttered.

"Or you could just go up to her, shake some sense into her and just---" Phoebe paused, clearly upset. All he ever wanted was for Alice to not be like his past lovers, and yet, here she was giving Freddie this unnecessary anxiety attack. Freddie rarely let people into his close circles because he had always end up on the bitter end. Phoebe and the other Queen members had always been protective of that, of Freddie getting hurt again. Phoebe swallowed and continued, "Yes she is pregnant, and her mood swings have been unpredictable lately. I mean you guys literally have been arguing like Sid and Nancy."

"Wooo, Sid allegedly stabbed Nancy seven times with a kitchen knife. I mean Alice and I fight now and then but I doubt I'm anything like Sid. Oh wait I'm probably worst, I put a baby in her." Freddie said lightly, forcing a laugh. In actuality, he was in a state of mess, he barely ate the pizza delivery they ordered, and was downing beer most of the time. The thought of Alice being out there with their child and not knowing where they were drove him crazy.

"Freddie, Alice is Sid. You're Nancy!" Phoebe blurted out. 

"Whatt? I'm Nancy?" Freddie jerked back surprised.

Phoebe heaved a deep breath and poured Freddie another round of vodka, "Here drink up."

"I'm just destined to die alone huh?" Freddie took the glass, looked at it intensely, then downed it in one single gulp. "Well at least I won't lack inspiration to write more songs."

"What?" Phoebe looked to Freddie his forehead creased.

"Me and Alice," Freddie muttered grabbing the whole bottle of vodka from Phoebe's grip.

"What. The fuck. Are you talking about Fred?" Phoebe rolled his eyes. Knowing Freddie, he was aiming to get drunk and drown in his own paranoia.

"I asked her on the phone earlier, how is she, was she fine?" Freddie started to ramble, pausing to take another gulp of vodka from the bottle. With a swallow he then continued, "And she said she's fine, fine and dandy. I mean can you believe that?"

Phoebe looked to Freddie confused, hoping Freddie was distracted enough for him to reach for the bottle of vodka. "You lost me Freddie, believe what?" he asked.

"She said the words fine and dandy Phoebs! Highlight on those two words! She basically said she had sex with some guy she just met on the way to Brighton!" Freddie yelled wallowing in his make-believe pain taking another gulp of vodka from the bottle. "Fuck her! I'm over it!" Freddie is drunk. He would start rambling about how Alice would end up like his past lovers and betray him when he's drunk. Then all of the resentment, the anger built up inside him would come back.

"That's a shitty thing to say Freddie," Phoebe exclaimed grabbing the vodka bottle forcefully from a drunken, disoriented Freddie.

"Yeah well it's a shitty way to feel Phoebs! To be abandoned like this. Again!" Freddie walked hastily to the small bar in the living room. He poured himself a small shot of whiskey.

"You're going to make yourself sick Fred," Phoebe said walking over to him.

He raised his glass with a huge grin, "Well fuck you Phoebs, you should've warned me about her! In the end Alice was just like the rest of them after all innit...? She used me." Freddie said the last sentence with a croaked voice. He then walked out of the room, unsteady from side to side to go upstairs into his bedroom. Phoebe pursed his lips, internally cursing at the dysfunctional couple. 

Freddie had never talked about Alice like that to him before, but it came out of his mouth smoothly that Phoebe assumed it might have crossed Freddie's mind more than once. Many times perhaps that Freddie was secretly afraid the deeper he fell for Alice, the more likely she was going to betray him. The same way his past lovers did. To be loveless was a familiar feeling for Freddie, and he'd assumed he'd go back to that state eventually.

Going up the steps Freddie remembered how he and Alice had promised each other that they would never go to bed angry. That they would compromise, converse and discuss with each other before going to bed. But that night, the night Alice left for Brighton, was the first night they slept without resolving the argument.