Written In The Stars (Completed)

Date night

Hi everyone, just wanted to say that I am aware that this isn't what Freddie looked like in 1975 but I thought this would be the perfect scene for their date because he looks so hot in these photos 🥵🥵 and these are the only ones I could find of him at Stafford Terrace. The photos you will see throughout the chapter are from 1978 but the year is still 1975 in the story 😊 thank you,

On with the story....🥰

"Don't move or i'm going to smudge your mascara!" yelled Grace who was adding the finishing touches to her best friend's make up. "Okay now let me take a look at you!" Isabelle stepped back and allowed Grace to admire her full beauty. "You...look amazing Izzie" she said with tears in her eyes, she always knew how beautiful her friend was but this time it was a different glow. It was real happiness. Ever since leaving college, Isabelle hadn't given herself much of social life and now she was finally coming out of the shell she had built around herself these last few years. Turning to look in the full length mirror, Isabelle was stunned by her own appearance. She wore a baby pink bodycon dress and let her soft brown curls fall loose past her shoulders. To complete the outfit she wore high heels and a charm bracelet she had made when she was a little girl.

"Thank you so much Grace for helping me, I really don't know what i'd do without ya you dreadful tart!" said Isabelle as she pulled her in for a hug. "Don't thank me just go get laid!" she said patting Isabelle on the bum "GRACE!" she giggled out as she swiped away her hand. Just then a beep was heard, peeking out the window Isabelle noticed a black Rolls Royce parked next to the sidewalk. "Oh my God he's here!" she said beginning to panic. "Ok ok relax! you look super sexy! just be yourself!" said Grace trying to calm Isabelle's nerves. "Call me with all the details!" she screamed out as her very nervous friend made her way outside of her flat. As she looked both ways before crossing the street, the back door opened and out came Freddie. He wore a floral shirt with black velvet trousers, his hair ever so flowing and bouncy. Nervously approaching the car it was like time had froze and all she could hear was the clicking of her heels as she walked along. "Hi.." was all she managed to get out as she was now face to face with Freddie.

"Hello yourself dear!" he said as he took a slight bow allowing Isabelle to get in the car. She sat on the suede interior and smoothed out her dress as Freddie got in on the opposite side. "Back to my place Terry" he called out to his driver who started up the car and put up the divider that separated himself from the two passengers in the back. As they pulled off Isabelle's stomach started to growl as she had not eaten anything all day due to nerves and excitement. Mortified she looked over at Freddie to see if he had heard the loudness that came from the pit of her stomach. To her discovery he was already looking at her smiling away. "My my my hungry are we?" said Freddie covering his mouth as he chuckled out loud.

Face red with embarrassment Isabelle sank into her seat looking out the window wishing she wouldn't embarrass herself any more the rest of the night. Suddenly she felt a hand on her knee, the warmth of it set of flames inside her. "Don't worry love, nothing to be shy about" Freddie's sincerity calmed her. Isabelle tried to remember Grace's words to relax and just be herself. Smiling at him as she stared deep into his catastrophic eyes. "Wow...has anyone ever told you how mesmerizing your eyes are?" smirking and batting his eyelashes making Isabelle giggle he replied "Actually yes darling I have been told...but I like it better coming from you" blushing once again Isabelle chuckled as the car began to slow its pace coming to a complete stop, she'd realize that they were in Kensington. A place she just couldn't escape.

"Well here we are dear!" said Freddie as he got out of the car, opening the door once again for Isabelle. She took Freddie's hand as she stepped out of the car looking upon his home, 12 Stafford Terrace. It was a beautiful and luxurious home, something that was fit for Freddie.

Following behind Terry, Freddie and Isabelle walked up to the door as he unlocked it for them. "That'll be all dear, thank you" said Freddie as he dismissed Terry for the night. Closing the door behind him he turned to Isabelle with his arms folded behind his back allowing her to take in all the sights. His home was marvelous it was like a vintage museum, antiques could be found just about each corner you looked in. Pastel yellow curtains hung casting a beautiful glow from the moonlit evening. Isabelle felt like she was in another dimension, admiring all the wonderful Japanese paintings on the walls. "You have an incredible home Freddie...it's really beautiful" she spoke softly past her trance. "Well thank you my dear, it keeps me cozy that's for sure" Isabelle noticed Freddie was changing into ballet slippers, looking down at his feet she smiled warmly. Realizing what she was staring at Freddie shrugged his shoulders "They're comfortable" he simply said. "They're wonderful" she said making their way into the dining area, she had noticed a grand piano. "Do you write a lot of music here?" she asked walking over to it.

"Actually yes, the melodies I hear in my mind sometimes come at random moments I love having her here so I can hop on when inspiration strikes" said Freddie as he began to sit on the little bench in front of the piano. Playing a little tune, Isabelle stood in time watching and listening. She felt like she was floating in space, wondering what she did to deserve this exact moment. Freddie was so pure and beautiful the music literally oozed out of him and yet he was the most humble person. "How did that sound?" he asked her "It sounds like Heaven..." she said feeling light as a feather. "Oh don't be so modest love, i'm working things out for a new album" he said standing up walking towards the long wooden dining table. "Care for a glass of champagne?" he asked pouring himself a glass. "Um yes please" she said taking a seat at the table. A noise was heard from the kitchen, a young blonde man walked out carrying food and plates. Setting down the delicious smelling meal in front of them, Freddie whispered something in the man's ear making him giggle. Trying not to make it obvious that she noticed Isabelle looked down at the silverware place in front of her. There were 3 different forks, and 2 spoons.

Pondering at which one to pick up first, she looked up at Freddie who once again was already looking at her. "Problem?" he asked smirking, "Oh uh no...I was just wondering why there are so many different forks?" Bursting out laughing Freddie covered his mouth as his laughter filled the house. "Okay Joe you can take them away!" chuckling at Freddie he came out and took the silverware and replaced them with a simple fork and handkerchief. "We love seeing our guest reactions when we do that...you know darling that's how they ate in the olden times." he said pleased with himself. "Yeah you're right actually...my mum told me that before too now that you mention it." Nodding his head "Ah smart woman...she must be a real lady" said Freddie. "Oh she's something!" said Isabelle raising her eyebrows causing Freddie to smile at her sarcasm. Dinner was served and eaten, it was a mouth watering meal. Tea was served right after, picking up his teacup he held out his arm gesturing for Isabelle to follow him. "Come...I'll show you the rest of my home" bringing a long her own tea she followed the intoxicating man.