One Shots For My Queenies

Lover Boy (Part One)

1977

You hurried into the studio, already an hour late. You had stayed out last night with your friends, hanging out at a popular pub which you had a great time at. Partly because you met a very exotic looking young man who never failed to make you laugh.. or blush. His name you never got as your friend had an...emergency. "I'd probably never see him again anyways" You thought.

You were practically running a marathon as you pushed past some of your co-workers. Working at a show called: Top Of The Pops, you had to be there on time. After all, you were a stage manager.

"Hey watch it!" One of them yelled.

You didn't bother looking back, "Sorry!" You kept up the run, making a turn down the hall and almost busting the your office door open.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late!!" You apologized as you set down your bag.

"Where the hell were you?!" Your work best friend questioned, helping you take off your jacket.

"I-I slept in! I dont know how b-but I did. Did you guys start already?!"

"No, we were waiting for you!" He passed you a mic and a ear piece. "The band is in their dressing room."

You fixed your hair in the mirror, "Okay. You could tell we're ready to start."

"Oh I will." He rolled his eyes but you knew it was just his sassiness.

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You walked to the stage where everyone was already set up. "Are we ready?" You asked while observing the band.

Four guys stood on stage. A pretty blonde man sat behind the drums looking absolutely bored, hitting the high hats scarcely. Then there was another man with a bass in his hands, his hair shoulder length. Their guitarist was tall and skinny, his big, curly hair catching your eye.

But no one else caught your eye more then their singer. His back was towards you as he sat by the piano but you could make out some of his features. His ear length hair was jet black while he wore an oversized white shirt and baggy white pants.

The singer then turned around in his seat, catching your gaze and your mouth dropped open. It was the young man from the bar, his big yet pretty teeth confirming your theory as he smiled and gave you a wink.

"Holy shi-" You started as the lights dimmed slightly which was your cue to give the countdown to the music.

"Um...I-In 3...2...1.. Roll!" You announced and the music started to play.

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things." His fingers roamed the piano.

"We can do the tango just for two." You couldn't get your eyes off of him. Just like last night. Your eyes were fixed on him rather than the whole band.

"I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings / be a Valentino just for you" He bopped his head as the beat sped up. You found yourself tapping your feet while watching as the other band mates sang started singing as well.

The voice of your mystery man warmed your heart. You thought he sang wonderfully.

His words spoke to you, almost as if he was asking you out on a date. You assured yourself that that was not the case at all. But little did you know.

After the the guitar solo, he got up from the piano, his stand less mic in his hands.

"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine, precisely."
He was look at you this time, occasionally closing his eyes and lifting up his head.

"I will pay the bill / you taste the wine." He pointed his hand at you and flicked his wrist.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Luckily the lights were dimmed off stage. He looked at the camera various times, making a 'come here' gesture with his pointer finger.

"Everything's alright / just hold on tight / that's because I'm a good old fashioned (fashioned) lover boy." He bopped his head to the last beat and the song ended.

You were filled with joy at his- their performance that you clapped, very loudly in fact. He looked at you and smiled once more, putting down his mic and walking up to you, well more like sprinting.

What do I do?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say your stalking me." He chuckled, standing just a few feet away from you.

"I-I- No I work here- a stage manager actually." You corrected him, struggling to keep eye contact with his captivating brown eyes.

"Ohhhh so your the one who delayed our performance. Mm." He looked you up and down before wetting his full lips. You felt your face heat up.

"Mhm." You squeaked.

"And why's that?" He asked stepping a bit closer. You noticed that as your heart beat sped up, "

"You know why...uh what's your name?" You asked, trying to conceal your minor freak out.

"You don't know who I am by now darling?"

"Well obviously not." You sassed. He chuckled in response and held out his hand.

"Freddie. Freddie Mercury." You took his hand, the touch sending sparks through you. "I never got your name last night. What is it darling?"

"Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N." He brought your hand to his lips and gave it a gently kiss, "Beautiful name.." he said softly. You blushed.

"Well Y/N, I dont know about you, but I had a great time with you last night. It was just cut off to soon...." He continued to gaze into your eyes, "I think we should do it again. Is tonight alright?" He asked.

You were shocked, lost for words at his quickness.

Was I doing anything tonight?

Ah who cares?! Just look at him!

"Yup! I mean- yes!" You said a little too enthusiastically. His smile widened as he let go of your hand which you didn't even realize he was still holding.

"It's a date then. I'll pick you up at 9 then?"

"Yes, that's fine." You nodded your head, very excited for tonight. What are the chances of meeting your mystery man at your job?

"B-But where are we going?" You asked, unsure of what to wear on this date.

"Well The Ritz of course."
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A/N

My first imagine ever! Lol I hope you enjoyed this as well as I!

Requests are open!!