From 1984 // Queen ✔️

Chapter 13: Lone tear.

I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK FOR 3K READS! huhuh, i keep saying dis cuz i suck at saying thank u's: i never thought i'd get this far. If it wasn't for you guys, and my friend who encouraged me to make this book, I WOULDNT BE HERE. Okay, so this chapter might not be the one you guys might be waiting for or something, i am just dying to add some deacury into this xD. (spoiler oof.) Sorry dis is so long. ENJOY.

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John's POV.

I looked around trying to find a wall clock, 10:14 pm. I frowned, looking back to the group, well just Brian and Roger, intrigued by an action movie playing on the screen. Brian's older self wasn't back yet, but I was too occupied with nothing right now to worry. They basically got this thing called, 'Netflix'. Freddie was basically snoring, pretty early for him to sleep..

I didn't want to wake him up, but his position looked uncomfortable. I hesitated for a minute, and walked towards him.

"Freddie?" I whispered, rubbing his shoulders gently.

He sat up, "Huh? Oh, John.." he groggily replied. "You maybe want to continue sleeping in your room?" I suggested.

He nodded, "Sure, darling. That would be nice." He stood up, and we said good night to Brian and Roger who seemed to be arguing with the remote.

We went up the stairs, as I opened my bedroom door, I noticed he was following me. "Fred, isn't your bedroom over there?"

"Oh, huh? Sorry, darling." He apologized, "I was just wondering if I could get some company, since you woke me up, I don't think I can sleep anymore.." he trailed off. I raised my eyebrow, Say no. Besides you need sleep! But he wants company and..

"S-sure.." I stuttered, I mentally slapped myself. Waaay to go, John. It's not like I hate Freddie wanting some company, It's just I feel awkward and nervous around him. I should've not feel that way around him but that's the truth, okay this is sounding like a teenager's diary.

We walked in, and I turned the lights on. I blinked for a second startled by the bright light, while Freddie flopped down my bed. I leaned on the wall next to the door, "So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, biting my lip. Hoping to not start an awkward conversation.

He sat up, "Deaks, darling, there has been bothering me lately when this all happened." I walked towards him, and sat at the edge of the bed. "I-I'm dead, and I have n-never cared about it before-" he looked at me with eyes glistening like glass, such sadness and despair in his brown eyes. Never, as in never, I have seen him like this.

"This time-travelling bullsh*t is making me act like a teenage girl."

"It's alright, Fred.." I soothe him, without hesitating putting my arm around him, pulling him closer to my chest. Now, I was confused by the emotions I was feeling when holding him. I couldn't have mixed emotions when I'm around him, I can't.

He slightly tensed by my touch, and by a second he seemed to relax. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I held him tight, as if I was protecting him from something.

"We'll make this all right, like it supposed to be, then we can go home." I promised.

"I want to go home, Deaky. We don't belong here." he croaked. He was lightly sobbing, faintly wetting my sweater. The way he said that sentence made me realized that this isn't home. This isn't the Freddie I knew, this person was more delicate and fragile.

We belong 34 years back from now. Putting my chin on his head, feeling a warm, single tear coming out from my eye. I sheepishly wiped it off. But what seemed like forever, Freddie was still clinging on to me, but loosely than it was before.

Somehow, he fell asleep in my arms. I smiled but suddenly disappeared from my face. I can't fell for Fred, not in a million years, never. That's a promise.

But a sudden surge of doubt went through me, knowing that promise will be broken soon.

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Sorry, for a short chapter, but do scroll down, cause there's another chapter! :))