You Don't Exist (Maylor)

I've Found You Finally

"You really think I can be good, Dad?" John sat on his bed, looking over at his dad who was sitting next to him. His shoulder bumping into the older man's arm when he turned to get a better look at the older man's playing. Arthur looked at his son, barely eight years old but holding himself as much older. It was amusing, something that had the older man smiling proudly at his son. Watching him stay out of trouble and keep up with his studies while still being a kid.

It amazed him that the boy had such balance.

He must get that from his mother.

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, the two spending the day as they usually did. Together in John's room, amp plugged in, and bass rested against his dad's chest. This was a weekly occurrence. Spending as much time together as they could with how much Arthur had to work over the week. Coming home late enough that John was already tucked away in bed.

"You can do whatever you put your mind to, John. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." He ruffles the thick mop of hair before moving to focus on the bass once more. "So, how 'bout it son? Wanna write another hit? Your mum loved the last one."

John pouted, "It was so mushy gushy. It wasn't as cool as your other song about the dragon."

Arthur chuckled, "one day you'll understand and maybe write your own mushy gushy song. Maybe even for your soulmate."

The little boy made a face, "nah. That's gross. I don't wanna kiss anyone and get cooties."

That sent his dad into another heart filled fit of laughter. Remembering when he had felt the same about his soulmate. Until he grew up and longed to be beside whoever 'L' was. Then he met his beautiful wife and he couldn't have been happier. "Alright, alright no more talk about soulmates. Let me teach you some more cords."

John refused to touch his bass the moment he heard of Arthur's passing.

"Are you alright, Mate?" John looked up to see Freddie's face frozen in a look of pure shock. "Mate?"

He couldn't find words and that never happened. No one had ever left Freddie speechless much less did he expect to meet his soulmate here. At a dimly let pub with enough people to brush up against someone at every move. About to perform with a band that was half a mess in itself.

Did he look ok? Did John like the little eyeliner he had put on to make his eyes pop? What if he hated his singing? His performing? His costumes?

Freddie had never felt more insecure in his whole life. Hand coming up to hide his teeth, his smile too big. Heart pounding too loud in his ears to be good.

"... John ..." He loved the way it sounded, the way it felt on his tongue. Perfect. Just like he had always imagined.

"Yea-"

"Freddie, you and the rest of the band are due on stage. Let's go. You can drink later." The owner knocked Freddie out of his daze. Still hiding his teeth from John, he smiled.

"I'll see you after the show, Love," He leaned in close, his breath hot against the side of John's face. "There's a crowd full of people, but I'll be singing to you." The singer whispered before winking at the boy and walking back to the backroom to collect his band mates. Before he blew the mind of his soulmate with his amazing performance.

John watched the older boy walk away, newfound confidence obvious with each step. He had gotten excited, if only for a moment. Maybe this boy was his soulmate. That couldn't be right though. Last time he had checked the letters had been 'Farr' and he was still trying to figure out who that could be. Of course his luck he would have a soulmate with an uncommon name. John wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not. He couldn't deny the pull he had felt the moment their eyes met, but ignored it.