I Can't Believe You've Done This - Group

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It was New Year's Eve and Freddie being one of the most extra people I know, of course would throw a massive party, I've been here for around an hour now and I still haven't seen everything. "Come on dear, I have a surprise for you" Freddie took my hand and lead me to a more quiet part of the house where fewer people were.

"Oh my god you have to be kidding me" I exclaim as I see, Roger sitting in an tattoo chair  with a needle dragging across his skin soon to be inked

"Live on the wild side my love otherwise I assure you, you will regret it" Freddie urged me

"What have I got to lose" I smile nervously "but what do I get?" I ask Freddie who was beaming from ear to ear, next to me

"Oh no, we already have that sorted, in fact Roger picked it out" Freddie responded, answering my question

"With our help" John commented referencing him and Brian's help, I saw them walking towards us and couldn't help but smile wider. I walked up to the chair and lay my wrist out, where I was most comfortable getting it done

"Alright are you ready" the tattooist asked me

"I suppose" I shut my eyes as if it would relive the pain, I started to feel the needle drag and it hurt like a bitch. I saw Roger stand up from where he was laying and go stand with the other three.

"Are you nearly done?" I ask, counting the seconds

"Nearly, just spelling the R in Taylor" the blonde who was inking my skin spoke, my eyes went wide and I glared at The three boys standing at the side of me "I'm kidding, there you go" he laughed, wiping my sore skin. I looked down and saw the words 'queen' with a smaller version of the bands logo at the end of the letters, surprisingly I was instantly in love with it

"You guys are amazing, I love it" I hug them all, hearing them laugh directly into my ears

"No time to get soppy on us, let's get some drink down you and party the night away" Freddie cheered

"Not too late" Brian insisted

"Don't be such a dad, bri" John swatted his hand in the Curly haired guitarists direction, we rolled our eyes and walked towards the bar to get absolutely slaughtered into the night

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