the way you make me feel *Roger Taylor*

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"Guys, I think I'm going to head out early. I'm not doing too good and I cannot function without my sleep." I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"It is getting a bit late, I mean it's half six." Brian said.

"Alright darlings, we'll come back tomorrow and come up with more lyrics." Freddie said.

We got our things together and the others left, but I stayed behind to try and talk to Abby.

"Hey Abby, we're heading out now. You can close up the studio," I said as I peaked my head into the back room she was in.

She looked up from her book and nodded. She got up and turned off the recording studio and turned out the lights. I followed her out as she went and locked the doors.

"Say, I know we had a bit of a quarrel earlier, but is it alright if I take you out tonight?" I asked her.

"No, tonight's just not a good night. Sorry." She said before walking away.

"Wait did you walk here?"

"Yes."

"Well could I at least give you a lift home?"

She sighed in defeat and came to stand by me while I pulled out a cigarette.

"Do you fancy a fag?" I asked.

She nodded. I got my pack of cigs out and handed one to her. I lit hers first, then I went to mine.

"I didn't know you smoke," I chuckled.

"Well I do every now and then. I was only 19 went we met."

"Say, when is your birthday anyways?"

"April 8th, why?"

"No i was just wondering." I said quietly.

Once we were done smoking we got in my car and she told me to go just down the street for a few minutes and then her flat was on the right.

I helped her out like a gentleman should because she doesn't believe that I can be polite I guess. I walked her up to the door and told her goodbye.

I went back to my flat and went straight to bed. I feel so stupid because I keep procrastinating to accept the fact that she doesn't want me. I really just want to win her over somehow, but I'm beginning to lose hope that she'll ever fall for me.

Once I plopped onto my bed I heard a loud scream from something, causing myself to scream and jump off the bed. I was quick to turn on the lights and see the one and only Freddie Mercury on my bed.

"Freddie what the fuck, why are you always here!"

"Because darling, my house is too far so I decided to come and crash here until you woke me."

"Well now I'm really awake. I won't be able to go to sleep now," I said as I sat on the bed next to him.

He looked at me and patted me on the back. He looked around and then he looked like he got an idea.

"Let's go out and get a drink, on me." He clapped.

"Well what about Mary?"

"She's at her parent's house for a few more days, so let's go! You look like you could fancy a beer right now," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and gave in. I really could go for a beer right now. I got my coat on and grabbed my keys. I was followed out the door by Freddie Mercury and into my car. I drove there and when we pulled up it looked like we got there at a good time.

"Let's go darling! I'll get the drinks and you go find us a table." Freddie said through the blaring music and crowd.

I nodded and went through the crowd of people over to the tables. I grabbed me and Fred a booth and waited for him to come back with the drinks.

If I'm being honest, I'm pretty good at controlling myself while drunk. I've just gotten so used to the feeling of being drunk that I'm pretty much sober. I saw Freddie in the distance so I got excited and sat up as I saw him come back with our drinks. As always, he got a lot more drinks than he could handle. He set them down on the table and he got straight into it.

"Thanks man," I said as I grabbed my beer.

He smiled and started downing all of his shots. I downed my beer faster than I expected, but it doesn't really matter to me. Once I downed all my beer I asked Fred if I could join him and get a few shots. He got twelve, so he gave me six and he got six.

"I'm going to get another beer," I said as I got up from the table. Freddie nodded and asked for one as well.

I went to the bar, and as I did I could feel the drunken effects come upon me. I sighed as I stumbled a bit, but still keeping myself stood up. I ordered four more beers, but shot straight up when I saw something I wasn't expecting.

I saw Abby, but with another bloke on the other side of the bar. She was smiling and laughing and the guy seemed to be all touchy on her. Why do I care, she doesn't want me anyways. But for some weird reason, I felt anger rising inside of me. My cheeks boiling red and stress all throughout my body.

I brought the drinks back to the table and let Fred drink on. I went and tried to find Abby. I saw her alone at the bar and she was sitting there twirling her wine glass in her hand. I went and sat next to her, causing her to jump a bit.

"What the bloody hell are- you doing here!" She hiccuped.

"I came here with Fred, after you rejected me and said that tonight wasn't a good night. You didn't have to lie to me y'know," I slurred.

She looked down and then looked back at me. She didn't say a word. I really wanted to kiss her, but I wanted to respect what she wants. It's obvious that we're both drunk, so I can't let things get too carried away.

"I came here with someone else, to get my mind off of you," she sighed.

My heart stopped, did she really or was that the alcohol talking.

"Then why do you keep saying you don't want me."

"Because! You're just like my ex who broke my heart! People like you aren't loyal, but for some reason I can't get you off my mind!"

I looked around and saw the dude she was with come back. I sighed and went back to Freddie who was also black out drunk. He also drank my fucking beers damnit.

I guess I was driving him home because I was the only one who wasn't blacked out. I drove Fred back to my flat where we both passed out on my bed.