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• 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ❤️

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1980

Like everyday you woke up, climbed reluctantly out of bed and headed downstairs to make a cup of tea to bring back up so you and Freddie can enjoy some peace before you had to actually do something productive.

Freddie like most days at this time, was still sound asleep, he was like that, never got up before ten or sometimes eleven on days where you had little to do. The kettle began to boil, which gave you time to think on life in general- a massive topic I know. But you don't take enough time just to sit and admire the world and think on how lucky you were to meet Freddie and the boys all those years ago. 

You knew from the moment you met those four fucking lunatics you'd be inseparable- and knew you'd have a rock solid relationship with Freddie as friends and lovers. You told him everything and vice versa, knowing practically everything there was to know about the other, not that you needed to- some nights it just got boring so you told eachother stories from years ago, some funny, some sad, some just from a random day in a random year.

You hid nothing from eachother, and that included insecurities about yourselves, yours was living up to expectations of family and friends- and Freddie's was his appearance. You had obviously assured him time and time over that he was perfect but he had none of it, he said he believes you but you see straight through that.

The kettle then stopped boiling so you put tea bags into the cups already sitting on the counter and then filled up the cups. After you let the tea steep in the cups you removed the bags and grabbed the milk adding it slowly, watching as the milk slowly transformed the colour of the beverage.

Once you'd stirred the liquid, and disposed of the spoon, you carried both cups upstairs and entered your bedroom.

You carefully placed Freddie's tea next to him. Out of instinct, you run your hand through the short hair on his head and place a kiss into his forehead. Although still asleep, you saw his lips curl up into a small smile- which made you smile.

Quickly, you move over to your side of the bed and climb back in which was still surprisingly slightly warm from before, you then began running your hand through Freddie's hair once again, now it was enough to wake him and his beautiful chocolate orbs fluttered open and met your gaze.

"Morning." he rasps.

"Hello, there's tea there by the way." You say pointing to the bedside table. Freddie turns his head and hums while sitting up and raising the mug in his hand.

You sip the tea and watch Freddie intently, noticing every muscle moving in his face, everytime his eyebrows raise, everytime he blinks, everytime his lips curls over his teeth. You loved observing him- not in a creepy way obviously, it was just relaxing to you.

While studying him however, you come to notice that something is on his mind and is immensely bothering him.

"You alright?"

He looks to you trying to conceal whatever is affecting him. "Yes, of course darling."

A death glare comes from your eyes. "Don't bullshit me, Mercury. What's going on in your head?"

A fake smile is forced into his face. "Really, nothing."

You don't believe it. And he knows it.

Freddie shoot and walks to the bathroom "I'm going to take a shower- the tea was lovely by the way." before the door shuts.

You roll your eyes and wait for him to emerge. But he doesn't, and he doesn't for a while, he was there so long infact, you began to worry. So, you left the comfort of the bed and headed to the door your boyfriend and entered half an hour ago.

Gently you knock "Fred?"

After nothing came in reply you tried the door- and it opened without argument. Revealing Freddie standing in just trousers- facing a mirror his eyes red and puffy. He'd been crying. And your heart broke.

You approach him and wrap your arms around his form from behind. "Freddie? Hun, what's the matter?"

"It's stupid." he mumbles half-hearted.

"If it makes you upset, then no, it isn't stupid. It's the furthest thing from it." you say sternly to the man infront of you.

"Am- am I good enough?" He whispers.

"What?" You state in shock.

"You heard me, Y/N. Just tell me the truth please." He turned and faced you, his eyes screaming his vulnerability, crying for the truth and the entire truth from you, which you were going to do. But first you needed an explanation.

"Freddie, what's made you think like this?"

Freddie looks off to the side then back to you. "Nothing really." He says quickly and quietly "Its just- well, look at me. The scrawny, Buck-teethed Paki. How can you look at me and not be disgusted?" He spits bitterly and then breaks from your embrace and walks out in to the bedroom, to hot on his heels. Forcefully you grab his arm and spin him around to face you. He tried to brake your grip but you weren't letting him go anywhere.

Whenever Freddie spoke ill of himself, which was unfortunately more often that you'd like, it ignited a passion within you because you couldn't let him think like that, he was amazing, even if he didn't see it you were going to no matter now long it would take.

"Listen to me, and you properly listen Freddie. To me you're perfect, okay? To me there is nothing you could do to make me love you anymore than I do, I don't care what people have said in the past, or what people will say in the future. The press don't know you, strangers don't know you, but I know you. And that's what's important, Freddie you can't focus on the millions of people who have no clue who you are internally, and focus on the few who do, nobody can please everyone and that's okay. You're different, but different is good, hun. I love you for you, and that's never going to change. So, to answer your question.. yes, you are good enough and you always have been and always will be." You preach to the man, who seems slightly taken aback by your outburst "Fred? Do you understand?"

He just nods, with tears in his eyes. He then breaks from my hold, for then me to be in his, Freddie's face nestles into your neck "I love you." he whispers, love consuming his tone.

You smile "I love you too."

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