EVERGLOW | Freddie Mercury (Vol 2) | Freddie Mercury Fanfiction

26. Look Who It Is...

"Freddie, you've got a phone call in the office."

Without question, Freddie paused the entire rehearsal and made a beeline inside the office to take the call when John Reid notified him, ignoring all else except this priority. His racing heart nearly beat him to the phone, attention devouring the receiver when he took it in his hand.

Each with their own thoughts about the sensitive situation, the other band members exchanged silent glances with one another and averted their eyes from the evident disappointment on Freddie's face when he returned. They all steered clear of his cranky path, except John who pat him on the shoulder with unspoken condolences.

It was Brian who decided to speak up first. "Why don't you stay focused on the music for a bit, Fred? It might help you take your mind off of things." With the band gearing up for the second leg of the tour in April and audience excitement through the roof with the still circulating success of 'We Will Rock You', he needed Freddie to focus far more than he had been lately.

But Freddie's pouting silence back at the piano left Brian indecisive if his word of advice had nudged him in the right direction. So he offered another piece. "I'm sure she'll be fine..."

If only Brian kept that to himself... it was too late now to pull his foot out of his mouth.

"What the fuck do you know, huh? If—since you're so certain she's fine then where is she??? The whole fucking point is that she needs to be here. With me. Not 'fine' some fucking where else." Freddie didn't dull his confrontation, the retaliation was far easier than accepting the fact that no one could do anything about it... not even himself.

Even if she was "fine" who gave a shit about "fine" right now? "Fine" wasn't good enough. "Fine" was not here with him.

"She deals with lots of dangerous things.. You've done the best you can for now haven't you?"

That did nothing other than twist the knife in Freddie's agitated heart for the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do right now to protect her.

He smashed the piano keys and drowned Brian out, who, according to Freddie, just didn't know when to quit today.

"The one thing I know about all this... is that you don't bloody well fucking know what you're talking about anyway." And today's rehearsal ended with Freddie storming out the studio, patience even more sparse than his sleep... nonexistent if you asked anyone who'd been within a 10-meter radius of him.

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The next morning Freddie finally winded down from a bottomless night of distracted drinking and worrisome pain-numbing when he finally stumbled into his flat around 5:20 am.

He peeled off all his clothes and threw himself on the bed after a long night and sighed, the sheets cold and lonely without her between them with him. No matter how far he tried to bury his head into the pillows, he'd never be able to escape the racking pain of her disappearing into thin air.

100% of his attention worrying for Lucy's whereabouts made sleep a near-to-impossible mission. He hugged her pillow still suffused with sweet remnant scents from her fragrant hair conditioners he'd come to love so much.

"Freddie, you have a phone call." 

His eyes jerked open from a dream before he'd even realized he'd drifted off, and glanced at his phone with a shred of hope. But picking it up off the hook only crushed him with an empty dial tone.

One minute she'd been with him. The next minute, she was gone. Had this been his fault? No amount of fidgeting gave a good enough escape route for all the anxiety abusing him at once.