The Game Of Love {English Version - Freddie Mercury/ Queen Fanfiction}

3 - Trouble

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August 19, 1979 - Musicland Studios Munich.

"Mack?" I went into the studio, the door to our main recording room was closed, the reception was completely blank.

That's weird.

You must be wondering what the hell happened after I left Henderson the night before. Well, an anxiety attack, I think this is how the episode of crying and breathlessness that I had can be called.

Obviously Conrad was scared and we ended up stopping at Mack's house and disrupting his plans with Alice. I was basically comforted by the three of them while crying like a baby.

It was so difficult to look at him and know that he was so close. It was as if all the memories of those months that became more and more distant were coming back. He was different. Not much. But it still seemed - don't you dare think that of him Julia Quinn.

What I mean is that I didn't expect to see him, not that way. The feeling that the world stopped, the brown eyes, it was like I never left -

"JULS!"

I screamed as Roger lifted me off the floor and spun me around, the reception light went on, Roger was saying something but I was dizzy enough to pay no attention to anything, John and Brian were standing next to Conrad's door with their arms crossed laughing with Mack.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, taking my hand to my chest and taking a deep breath.

I saw them quite often when I accompanied Mack to other studios, but their last tour was so long that it was a long time since I last saw the three.

"We came to see where you hide." Brian smiled and hugged me, I instantly felt like I always felt close to Brian - a dwarf.

"I don't hide! You know that I've always been here." I spoke, separating myself from the embrace and squeezing Brian's cheek, which was soon replaced by John who hugged me so tightly that my breath was out of breath.

"I missed you, Julie." He kissed my hair and I felt my eyes fill with tears.

Deacy and Veronica called me religiously every week, they never went a week without knowing how I was doing. They were my family.

"What did you do with your hair!" It was the only thing I managed to say while his eyes got small because of the laugh. "I liked what he looked like!" I tapped him on the shoulder and he smiled at me.

"Michael is in a terrible phase of pulling my hair, I wanted to preserve you know, I'm afraid of going bald." I rolled my eyes and laughed.

They were there.

My heart froze when my eyes scanned the entire studio reception thoroughly.

"Looking for something?" Roger nudged my waist making me jump, I turned to him and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You have to stop scaring me, Rogah! And no, I'm not looking for anything."

"She's not always like that, I'm sorry." Mack spoke for the first time and I sighed deeply when I noticed Deacy's suspicious look.

"We know she don't." Deacy hugged me by the shoulders and dropped his head on mine.

Possessive.

"It is an honor to have you in our studio." Mack spoke happily, I knew that was his dream and even though he had only three Queen members - the best - he was already in heaven.

"Ah, this is Reinhold Mack, I know hard, you can call him Mack." I said entering the rehearsal room and resting my bag on the couch.

"Wow, is this the rehearsal room?" Roger spoke whistling and I turned to him.