anyway the wind blows [queen x reader]

fifteen. [end]

warnings: none really, just a really tiny mamma mia reference (i couldn't help it) and a little surprise.

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July 13, 1985

It's 12 noon in London, 7AM in Philadelphia,

And around the world, It's time for LIve Aid.

"Ready, (Y/N)?" Brian sent you a soft smile, resting his hand on your knee. You slowly breathed in and out, looked to Brian at your side and said, "Ready."

After getting out of the car, you both walked towards the house you haven't been in for a long time, Brian following behind you while his hand rested itself on your shoulder, trying to make you relax.

In front of the door, you turn your back to look at Brian, who sends you a soft, reassuring smile and a nod, before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments, you heard shuffling steps behind the door before it was opened, revealing your aunt.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hi, auntie."

Then finally bringing you into a deep, warm hug.

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In the living room, both your aunt and your cousin, Poppy, who probably know of you and Brian's... thing, have been laughing and chatting with Brian, whilst you stood in front of the piano, looking at a framed picture of your mother.

It was a picture of your mother in one of her extremely flamboyant stage outfits, behind her you could see two other figures, wearing similar outfits, probably her friends, Roxy and Tessa? You couldn't remember their names anymore.

Meanwhile, your uncle simply sat on his usual chair in the living room, carefully sipping on his mug of tea.

Your eyes then landed on the wall clock, revealing that it was almost time for you to go to Wembley. "Bri and I have to go."

Your auntie replied, "But you just got here, sweetheart!"

"What do you mean, 'go?'" Your uncle suddenly stood up.

"We've gotta get to Wembley," You grabbed Brian's hand, gesturing for him to stand up, "We're all doing our bit for the starving children in Africa, and nobody's taking any money."

Your uncle then slowly walked towards you, a million things running through his mind but he couldn't seem to say it out loud.

You sent him a soft smile, "Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. Just like you taught me, Uncle."

He didn't say anything but just simply pulled you in for a tight hug, "Your mother would be so proud of you," He whispered, his voice almost breaking.