Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow | Freddie Mercury fanfiction

4~ "Powder room, Mr. Freddie."

A/N: uhm hi u guys. like I said the story takes part in 1974 but modern things like phones, laptops etc. are already relevant/existing to make this story more and more interesting <33

much love..

Freddie's POV

I needed to get the fucking fuck out of there.

So here I am outside, beside the door, hearing her hums while she's hopefully cleaning.

Well, she better be.

I look at the little table beside me and see the telephone reminding me that I should remind David that he is coming over today since he is here, in England.

Before all that let me tell you why I got out of that room. I get too distracted in her eyes. There's something about her eyes, it's not like Mary's.

A minute, it's a blue color, like the ocean. Then another moment it's a f---ing gray color.

Does she have powers?! She's probably an angel sent to me trying to warn me about something.

Maybe she is an angel. My angel.

I wave my thoughts away and dialed David's number. The David Bowie. Could ya believe that! I'm already friends with David Bowie after I wrote 'Killer Queen' !

I'm a genius, I know, stop the praises it's already deafeaning, my darlings.

A few rings came by until someone answered the phone. "David Bowie" he's so damn proud that he's David Bowie that it suprises me, he isn't all that

"Come over you twat" I say as a hello to him. "Freddie?" He says obviously confused by my sudden ring. "No, no. This is your manager. We need to be writing songs and fucking recording right now you fucking bitch." I joke as he laughs.

"I am already on my way. Actually, I am already here!" He jokes.

I just realized we were acting like a whole bunch of fucking clowns! Oh dear, we should join the circus together with the other artists and we'll bloody make the whole circus barf their guts cause of laughter.

"I just called to tell you to come over, excited much?" I tell him. I then heard my piano being played by Ms. Eyes.

Of course I know who the hell is playing my piano! She's the only one in there! It couldn't be some ghost.

I also don't know what she's playing, maybe some of her shitty music taste.

"You're getting a bit old, you called me yesterday that I should come over and do some catching up. Anyways, we will continue when I arrive" and he ended the call.

I place the telephone down and I open the door silently while I hear her beautiful quiet singing and the piano playing.

"Roses are red, my love, violets are blue, sugar is sweet my love, but not as sweet as you." She sang. So she was playing 'Roses Are Red' by Bobby Vinton!

My, my, I am getting old! Her music taste isn't shitty at all it's actually kinda good.

It was just shitty because she does not know Queen nor me!

I just stood there listening to her playing my piano and singing. She has some skills alright. When she hit the finishing note I hear little quiet sobs coming from her. Is there anything emotional about that song?

For God's sake it's a fucking happy song and a pretty heartbreak- oh yeah there is something emotional maybe. But, she told me she does not have any boyfriends?

Weird, she may be lying earlier.

"Dear, why are you crying?" she flinched and wiped her eyes. I step inside the room and close the door. I walked closer to her but close enough for mine and hers comfort.

I don't want her being uncomfortable anymore, it's getting a little boring.

She turned to look at me and apologized. "What's the problem, dear? Why-" as I was about to start my third question, she cutted me off.

"Your whiskey on ice is at the coffee table and I cleaned your-" I cutted her off by saying something I would definitely regret my whole life.

"Why are you fucking crying?! Do Greeks act this way?! Hard headed fuckers?! Well not Melina Mercouri of course." As I roll my eyes dramatically.

I make myself ready for a punch or a slap, but to my suprise she didn't. Instead, she walks away and handed me the alcohol while I gladly accept it.

She is so different. She is so good to me even though I have been such a bitch to her. I'm extremely flabbergasted that she didn't slap me when I said that awful things unintentionally.

Does she not know what i told her? Of course she does not, she's playing that 'I don't know anything cause I'm an innocent little bitch' card.

"Mr. Freddie, may I excuse myself? Where is the powder room?"  She asks me like I said nothing mean to her.

"You mean the loo?" I catch her eyebrows knit, obviously confused.

"Powder room, Mr. Freddie." She tries to correct me, not today Ms. Greeky. I sip my whiskey and pursed my lips and softly replied.

"It's called loo, darling. It's down the hall by the recording studio" I say and she nodded while I sat down my couch.

And as she was about to open the door, somebody on the other side opened it and revealed David Bowie himself and behind David, was my love, Mary.

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Ariana's POV

As soon as I was about to open the door, someone already opened it which made me bump to his chest.

I looked up and see this man, probably in his late twenties? He's good looking too.

I had my hands on his chest and his two hands holding me by my shoulders. His eyes was very beautiful. His pupil on his other eye was dilated and his other was not.

I know what this is called, its anisocoria, which means that his pupils were actually different sizes. it's not because of a genetic condition, but rather an eye injury.

"Hello" he says to me and I got my hands off of him after I heard someone clearing their throat behind this mystery man.

"Hi" I reply to his hello to me. I looked behind him and there was a blond girl, shoulder length hair. Her height was just right which made her... pretty.

I guess..

She was looking at me up and down, confused on why was I in this man's room. Wait- is she his girlfriend? This mystery man's girl or is she Freddie's girl?

I stood behind the opened door to let them in and I saw Ms. Blondie going over to Mr. Freddie which gave her a big smooch. What a sight.

After the two of them got inside, Mr. Mercury and mystery man greeted each other with a little hug. I soon felt eyes on me and looked at Ms. Blondie who was looking me up and down, Again.

What even is her problem?

In my country, that's an insult. I also looked at her up and down and pulled on a disgusted face and walked the hell out of there.

Who was she to judge me?

I won't let that no eyebrows girl judge the way i look, she honestly looks like she should be cleaning toilets or something.

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no hate towards Mary. (i hate her but uh, respect still)

alsooooo, thank u guys so much!