DISCONTINUED | You Take My Breath Away

Please Stay..

Freddie's P.O.V

Dec 23rd, 1974 | Now

My heart ached as I saw the limo with Aoibheann in it drive away. I've never gotten a better sleep, she's... she's... no, I can't say that.

Just after I closed the door, I heard a car pull up. Mary.

I quickly fixed up the couch, ran upstairs and messed up the bed, pretending I had been in it. I then ran back downstairs and sat at the table, pretending to read a random magazine, I probably looked very suspicious but I knew Mary wouldn't notice, she doesn't really pay attention to me.

The door swung open as Mary walked in, a bit tipsy and very hungover. In with her came yet another man, the same as last time. She was leaning on him and laughing, she gave me a glance but didn't really do anything, just kept talking and laughing with that man and led him upstairs to her room. Yes, we don't sleep in the same bed.

As soon as I heard the door shut behind them I drooped my head and closed my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my face as I let out a few muffled cries. I feel so broken. So used. Yes, I live the rich life, I come off so full of myself and confident but no.. I am hurt and nobody can save me. Nobody will save me..

Aoibheann's P.O.V.

As the limousine took off, I looked out the tinted window just to see Freddie watching with an expression of loneliness on his face. I sighed and the turned back around and relaxed. He has Mary, it's ok. But.. I am confused. Maybe everything has just been a misunderstanding? Or.. maybe it wasn't. Maybe it is bad, maybe he is upset, maybe he's lonely.

But.. how? He says in interviews how much he loves Mary and he seems happy..

Then it hit me - I didn't have any contact with him. Oh no, that couldn't have been a once off. I want to see him again. I need to see him again!

By now the limo had pulled in outside of my flat.

"E-Excuse me?" I asked the old driver who looked back with a tired look on his face. "Do you know Freddie's number? Or anything so that I can contact him?"

"I'm afraid I can't give you Mr. Mercury's number.. that's private information and I don't think h-he'd be very happy if he found out I had told you.." he said nervously.

"Please?" I pleaded.

"Perhaps I can give you the studio address? He'll be in there every Tuesday to Saturday, from... well, he's supposed to be there from ten in the morning but you won't find him until twelve.." he said while writing down the address on a small piece of paper.

"Thank you!" I said as he gave me the piece of paper.

I ran up the steps to the doors and ran inside, up the stairs to the fifth floor and into my apartment.

Sticking the note up on my notice board, I noticed I had three voicemails on my receiver.

The first one was just spam, another some random phone call from a different country and another one from Dan.

"Hey Aoibheann.. sorry about last night but it was kinda bitchy of you to just ditch me-"

I turned it off quickly. I'm not even going to try with him anymore.

I whisked up something to eat and sat down in front of the telvision, putting on the news. Nothing was going on, no news. I just sat and ate in peace.

* * *

I sighed when folding the rest of the laundry. I looked over at the clock. 1:30 am. I was tired but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not yet, anyways.