My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 93

teddy1223

Alfred meets Queen and becomes besties with Freddie Mercury~

something really short since I just wanted something to write~

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Alfred was in the first row, his eyes sparkling as he stood on his toes. The people had surrounded him as the lights began to flash, nearly squishing him as he tried to get his space back. He wore a simple white tank top, jeans, red sneakers, and his bomber jacket. The feral fans squashed him against the stage, allowing his eyes to meet the ones of his idol.

Freddie stared down at the people below, his catsuit framing his body perfectly. He kept flipping his hair, loving the electric fans. He kept singing, his voice echoed around the stadium and everybody was living their best life. Freddie continued to prance around the stage, smiling.

Then, he saw Alfred. The youthful, handsome, dazzling Alfred. The soft golden blonde hair, the glittering sapphire eyes, the creamy smooth skin, the dimples on his rosy cheeks, and the pearly whites of his perfect smile.

Freddie could have sworn he nearly stopped singing for a second. But, he kept moving, he kept performing. But he could never forget the man in the front row. Even after the concert, Freddie set out to find the man.

He caught Alfred about to leave the stadium, snagging his sleeve and quickly making his way through the crowd. He slammed the dressing room door shut, startling his fellow band members.

"Freddie, bloody hell, you coulda just shut the door. No need for ya to slam off its hinges," Brian nearly shouted.

"Sorry, darling, but I wanted to make sure this little gem didn't get mauled by our fans," Alfred felt a blush come to his cheek, "now, I'm not one to fall for a fan. But there's something about you darling that makes you different,"

"Well, nice to know you're straightforward," Alfred smirked, "aw, who am I kidding. You're straight as an octagon," which got Mike Grose to laugh.

"I like this bloke!" he continued to chuckle.

"Thanks, my name's Alfred by the way," Freddie smiled at him and Alfred felt the gay panic surface upon his face.

"What a dreary name,"

"Believe me, I'd rather go by the nickname, but it isn't very conventional for work,"

"What name is that?" Roger Taylor asked.

"Eagle One, it was my codename in the war," Alfred pulled out his military tags. Freddie leaned against him.

"Hm, a soldier boy, how nice. You must have plenty of experience then," Alfred blushed darker and felt his heart leap.

"Not exactly, only have had one prior relationship. Russian, so I highly doubt you can beat it," everybody laughed at the remark, except for Freddie. It wasn't as if they were clueless, they enjoyed Alfred's quips. Freddie smirked at the reply, finding himself at a stalemate.

"Well, darling, it seems you have me beat," he gently brushed Alfred's chest and began to walk off.

"Mind if I take off my jacket?" the band nodded to Alfred, who gently shrugged off the bomber jacket. His sculpted arms and toned chest were fully displayed now, leading Freddie to drop his newly poured glass of scotch. After an hour of talking, Alfred bid the band goodnight and walked away.

Alfred was keen on keeping contact with the band, he went to every concert he could and was often let into the VIP area. Freddie found himself being attached to him, on more than a scale of a one night stand. Freddie actually liked having Alfred around as a friend. He was witty, kind, intelligent, and a cute piece of eye candy.

The two were great friends, and it showed as time continued to pass.

However, when Freddie became a little too close with his "manager", Alfred knew there was something wrong. He continuously warned Freddie of how toxic the man was, how he was lying to him and tried so hard to help him. However, Freddie just ended up fighting with him and told Alfred to never speak to him again.

Until~

Alfred was asleep in his warm bed when his landline began to ring. He groaned and turned over, his hand swatted his night table in hopes of finding the phone. When he did finally find it in his drowsy state, he picked it up.

"Hm, hello?"

"You sound like Hell, darling,"

"Freddie?"

"No, the bloody prime minister! Of course, it's me!"

"Dude, it's fucking 2 in the morning over here? Is everything ok?" Alfred sat up.

"You're shirtless aren't you?"

"What, how the fuck-"

"I've done enough men to know what skin on sheets sounds like. I bet you look ravishing,"

"Freddie, you're dodging my question. Is everything ok?" the line remained silent for a few moments.

"No,"

"Well, fess up then! What's wrong?"

"He used me, Alfred. You and the others were right about him, I've messed up my career and all my friendships. I honestly didn't know who else would listen," Alfred smiled softly as Ivan moved next to him.

"Well, I'm happy to offer you shelter until you get back up on your feet," Ivan opened one of his eyes and sat up, gently biting Alfred's ear.

"Fredka, who is on the phone?"

"ALFRED WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" Freddie shouted excitedly, causing Alfred to jump and drop the phone. He scrambled to pick it up, taking a deep breath.

"Jesus Christ, Fred!!! Calm down! It's just my partner," Ivan laughed at the fact Alfred was startled.

"Ooo~ I look forward to meeting him~"

Without another word, Freddie hung up. Alfred groaned and slumped on the bed, getting cuddles from his lover.

When Freddie did show up at the mansion, he was very pleased to meet Ivan. The two got along swimmingly and even tended to gossip about people in their work. Alfred often became the subject of their stares, making him blush a whole lot.

It wasn't until Freddie got sick that reality decided to smack the trio.

"I don't have much time left, I still don't have my friends back and they still resent me for my behavior. I feel lost," Freddie drank a warm cup of tea while Alfred drank a cup of coffee. He looked down at his dark brew with a solemn expression.

"You know, humility helps go a long way. Nothing says 'I fucked up' then willingly admitting that you were wrong and that you are sorry,"

"How do I know they'll listen?"

"You don't, you just have to trust that they'll be civil enough to do such a thing,"

"What if they spit in my face,"

"Then you simply hold your head high, keep your dignity, restate the apology, and walk out proudly. They aren't your true friends if they aren't willing to accept the fact you've changed,"

Freddie smiled at Alfred, nodding, and giving him a hug.

Alfred and Ivan were there at Live Aid to cheer on their bestie. Freddie brought the entire house down, everybody felt his words and sang them with pride. They were at his funeral, paying their respects and telling stories of how domestic they were. Alfred was gifted the studded armbands and an ivory grand piano in Freddie's will.

Alfred and Ivan were constantly donating to AIDS research and were advocates for AIDS patients. They became vocal about the truth, they did walks, they held fundraisers, they did everything they could.

All in the name of Freddie Mercury, who died way too young.