𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 🤍 🚨UNDER EDITING🚨

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1985

Wasn't it an amazing coincidence that you gave Freddie your sickness? No....? Well, how about this. By now, Freddie was on the backend of the flu, which was amazing, but here's the coincidence, you caught it back again.

Of course you and Freddie laughed about it quite heartily and George had a fucking great time taking the piss too. He ended up coming around, today, the 16th of July.

As a surprise, which you were grateful for.

"So, Freddie tells me you have the flu again? Is that bad luck or what?" George teases.

You give him a 'don't you dare' look. "Yes, very bad luck."you say dryly but then your face breaks out into a small smile unable to keep the facade up. "But, I could always come over to you, and share my bad luck so to speak"

George's face grows confused but before he could question you or even say a word for that matter, you pounced on him, instantly he screamed, playfully obviously as you began to tickle him "Stop it! Get off me, I don't want your germs! No! Y/N!" George laughed.

It was at that moment Freddie came in, froze behind the two of you and observed the situation "Having fun?" His voice slightly amused.

"No! Freddie, help me, I'm being assaulted." George struggled through giggles.

Freddie then pretends to think "Hmmm, no... my dear, I think I'll pass on that" And then casually places himself next to you and George, even though your practically on top of the poor man by now.

You accidentally cough on George, to which he has a mini mental breakdown at, which you found highly amusing. Eventually, your fun had to unfortunately end so you let the younger man go and let him regain his lost composure.

"If I get sick, I'm coming straight back here and killing you. Slowly" the younger man threatens.

"Sure you will." You smile while sticking out your tongue at him.

The three of you, well only two actually because you kept out of the conversations because your voice was slowly giving up on you, but you sat and discussed many different things over the course of about 3 hours by the time anyone checked the time is was quarter to five in the evening.

"Shit, anyone hungry?" Freddie spoke up. "Obviously, I'm not cooking, because you will leave with food poisoning, darling." He looks to George, who shrugs and nods in agreement.

"Well, I'm not either. I don't think I'm much better than you." George says back to, as he sees the look Fred have him.

They both then turn to you, a hopeful look in their eyes, then it was kind of creepy, as both of them broke out onto sweet, innocent smiles.

You roll your eyes, and cough. "Seriously? Make the sick woman cook, unbelievable, and you too stop looking at me like that, Jesus, George you may as well be our son you act exactly like him."