I'm Here ( Freddie Mercury X OC Fanfiction )

Part Three: I'm Naked And I'm Far From Home

TRIGGER WARNING
July 3rd 1975
* Harper's POV *

Haha yeah...it was currently 5 in the morning and I'd been pacing rearranging things as silently as possible and crying for the past 6 hours.  The first day here has been great.  I just hoped I hadn't kept anyone else up and finally I'd arranged my room enough and went to do the same with the washroom hoping Freddie might appreciate it.

He had complained about Roger being a mess so maybe this would make up for my meltdown.  Meltdown that's a fun word...I repeated that quietly a few times to myself it was a word I'd have to use more.  My hands were completely scratched up and rubbed raw from washing them and just fiddling.  Even though it stung and was more painful I used my foundation to cover them up.

"Stop doing that!  You look like a retard who the fuck would want to date that?!"

I knew I was probably going to get fired just like he said I could never hold a job with my problem.  My hands were nothing compared to the abuse my thighs had endured.  They were the victim of much worse than just my nails.  It was almost 7 by the time I'd gotten our washroom to my liking then I went to the kitchen.

My arms became my new punching bag as I started to cook some pancakes for the boys.  I checked the clock and I was perfectly on time and smiled to myself.  Cooking calmed me a bit and took my mind off the scratching organizing and all those awful things.  I cut the leaves off of strawberries and placed them in a bowl with blueberries and pieces of mango.  I soaked them in some salt water to get all the germs and dirt off then rinsed all the fruits a few times.

I got out four little bowls putting an equal amount in each before sprinkling some sugar on top a trick my mum taught me.  When the pancakes were done on one side I placed some chocolate chips on the raw part of the batter before flipping them.  When I finished plating everything and getting the tea ready- I'd even memorized how they liked their tea already- all the urges quickly rushed back.

I accidentally made a little cut over my hand something I was used to and found some plasters to put on.  I looked at my arms and hands all the foundation being wiped off at this point and my nails on my left hand having blood on them.  I was so goddamn disappointed in myself.

"Look at that!  Why can't you just be fucking normal you freak!"

I ran to re-cover my hands and arms then grabbed the first little tray and walking to Rogers room since that was the closest.  I knocked and got no answer so I just quietly opened the door.  He was still fast asleep and I had to remember not everyone was a wack-job like me and set the tray on his bedside table.  I repeated the same thing with the other three before going to clean up the kitchen.

I was never one for breakfast ever since I was little I felt nauseous in the morning so just a cup of tea got me through the morning and afternoon.  I didn't even want to go into their writing room because that gave me a panic attack in itself.  I kept having to re-do wiping the counter because I wasn't doing it right and almost ran out of the cleaning spray I'd brought. 

"No one will ever love you unless you're normal!"

* Freddie's POV *

I woke up to the smell of something very delicious which was strange considering my fiancé and I had the cooking skills of a 10 year old combined.  I looked over and there was a plate of chocolate chip pancakes some fruit and tea.  Then I realized Harper must've made us all breakfast.  I still felt bad about the previous night but assumed she was alright if she was able to cook.  I sat up like an excited kid even though I really never had breakfast damn this looked amazing.

I found it strange that the tea was just how I liked it but didn't think into it too much.  I could definitely get used to this-but this isn't her job...once I was done I put everything in the sink and went into our bathroom.  Everything was all over the place and a mess of what I assumed to Harper was perfectly organized.  I liked her but thought she was definitely the most peculiar person I'd met.

I just left everything where it was or put it back when I moved it choosing to make her happy instead.  Then I finally found her and she was outside getting some fresh air it seemed like.  "Hello?" I said making her jump and turn around to face me.  "Sorry dear I didn't mean to startle you...I just wanted to say that you don't have to cook for us you're our assistant not our mum." I gave her a little smile just basically forgetting what happened the night before.

"I like cooking it uhm it helps me relax...takes my mind off anything that's bad." She had such an innocent shy demeanor truly reminding me of a school girl- well technically she should've been one.  "Oh okay then if it makes you happy then carry on love it makes all of us quite happy as well." I joked even though I was serious.  I always adored her little outfits she always looked like a doll.

After a few minutes we both went inside and Brian said the same thing I did but she assured everyone she liked cooking.  We all quickly realized that even though she was off we loved having her around.  I noticed she had makeup on her hands and arms and it broke my heart.  She thought she had to cover up for me...