We were all back in London at Freddie's house for his Christmas party. These parties were on a much smaller scale than his usual ones. This time we don't dress up and drink and party, we give each other gifts and have a family meal together. There's still a lot of people, but we all know each other. Since we usually act like a bunch of kids, it just feels like we're playing house together.
I've been having a hard time trying to figure out why, after only six months, I want to spend the rest of my life with John Deacon. We've hardly discussed it, but it's something that we both just know.
After our meal we sat around the living room in chairs, some were slow dancing to the waltz playing softly in the background. I nuzzled closer to John's chest and watch the fire dance in the fireplace.
"Ava?" John says, he sounded like a nervous little boy.
"Yes darling?"
"Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?" He asks, I extend my hand, and he leads me to an empty of the room adorned with a blue velvet love seat and a tall house plant behind it.
"What did you want to talk about over here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to be alone with you" he said as he pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand lingers on my cheek while he looks me in the eyes.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong, love?"
"Yes. I'm positive." He stands up from sofa and grabs a small green box. A ring box.
He kneels down in front of me, a huge smile on his face. "Ava Richardson, will you please be my wife?"
My eyes tear up and my heart skips a beat. "Yes, John! Yesyesyes!" I heard a click, it was Freddie with Brian's Polaroid, and our friends cheering. Johnny picks me up and spins me around, then gently places the engagement ring on my finger and kisses me sweetly.
Everybody rushes to us, congratulating us, giving us hugs and kisses on the cheek. Freddie pours champagne and we celebrate for a while longer.
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Johnny and I eventually go home to his apartment, though I basically lived there. We get ready for bed, he quicker than I. While I'm alone in the bathroom, I look at myself, the ring on my finger and the excited eyes. I sigh, walk out of the bathroom, and crawl into bed next to him.
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Don't Stop Me Now
FanfictionAva Richardson, a photographer for EMI Records, captures the first photo shoot of the new band Queen. She begins talking to their front man Freddie and reveals to him that she's not completely satisfied with her current job. After talking with the b...
