Starstruck

Part 13

Warnings: swearing, angst

Historical Inaccuracies: N/A :)

Word Count: 4.9k

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"For god's sake, Freddie," Roger hissed, "don't wake them!"

"You're the one who's going to wake them, if you don't shut up with that shrilly voice of yours."

Roger gave an indignant cry, but I pressed a finger to his lips. "Shush, darling."

He pushed my hand away, walking off, before I pulled him back, forcing him to look at the scene before us.

The dappled morning sunlight flooded through the unclosed curtains of the studio windows, washed over the two people who lay in each other's arms at the foot of the sofa. Whether they slept there because they hadn't made it to the sofa, or because they hadn't meant to sleep at all was not outwardly obvious. Considering they were both still dressed, and considering the fact that Brian— the insomniac!— was asleep, the last was probably true.

"Should we not just leave them..?" But I tugged on his sleeve. He sighed, "What."

"When was the last time you saw Brian sleeping?" I said.

Roger made a noise of amusement. "I try not to make a habit of watching my bandmates while they sleep, Fred."

I rolled my eyes. "Roger, really. He sleeps less than three hours every night, and even then, we couldn't have had a conversation in front of him without him waking up. But look at him now." I gestured to Brian's sleeping form.

He lay on the floor with his arms drawn around Y/N, his embrace protective, and his breaths deep and slow, while she was curled into his chest, her legs tangled with his. His chin rested on the top of her head, and as he shifted in his slumber, she nestled closer to him, her fingers clutching the material of his shirt.

Roger shook his head slowly. "He doesn't sleep, he never sleeps. But he's sleeping now."

I smiled. "He is." I threw an arm around Roger's shoulders and pulled him from the room, leaving the two lovers to their much needed rest. "Oh, Rog," I hugged him to my side in excitement. "I knew she'd be good for him!"

Roger laughed. "You always know, Freddie."

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You awoke to an assault of sunlight on your eyes, and groaned at the thought of it being morning already.

You had the feeling that you hadn't slept for many hours, but all the same, you knew you'd dreamt something. You couldn't remember what it was you'd dreamt, only that it had been strange. And beautiful. Something about walking in starlight, across clouds, holding the hand of somebody tall. Someone as beautiful as the stars.

With a wince, you realised that you must have dreamt of Brian. It was just what you needed, for him to invade your dreams as well as your waking thoughts. If you told him of your dream, though, you thought with a little laugh, he'd probably apologise for trespassing.

You sighed and pressed your face into your bedsheets, breathing in the familiar comforts of soap and fresh air and brewed coffee and books and... and...

What..? Lilies?

You flexed your fingers, only to give a start when the surface beneath them moved.

You opened your eyes. Just as Brian opened his.

You inhaled sharply.

You'd been asleep against Brian's chest.