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[har-rison-s]

Birthday Child

A/N: I decided to mix two requests together and I think the result is pretty well-done, I hope the requesters are happy :) You can imagine Rami! Freddie or Freddie, do as you please. Enjoy!

Request 1: Also one where she tells Freddie she’s pregnant with his child?

Request 2: Could you please do some Freddie fluff?

Positive. Fuck.

You lower your hand and sigh heavily, left hand pressing to your forehead. You draw in a deep breath and it comes out shaky afterwards, the news of carrying a child hitting you all of a sudden. How will you do this?

First, you have to tell him, the father. You're not sure of how he will take the news, but he needs to know. You won't lose the child, you're sure of that, abortion is not an option to you. Freddie simply needs to know that you're pregnant, and decide what he'll do with that.

You're still young, you know that, just reached your 24th birthday not a whole month ago. This child is probably a birthday kid, you smile at the thought, remembering how you spent the evening of your day. But you want a child. You hadn't thought about it really, but now that it's inescapable, you want to raise a child badly.

The wardrobe isn't that giving, but you pick out a flowery dress that flows down just to your knees. You're feeling quite sleepy and while you tie your sneakers, you feel like passing out. You lean back up and sigh heavily. It's going to be hard, but you're strong and you can do it.

You get in your car and sigh quietly after putting your keys to ignition, the car starting. The radio immediately turns on, but you're not sure that you want to hear any music now. You furrow your eyebrows, in conflict with yourself, and turn down the volume to almost silence. You start to drive.

There's a lot of noise in the studio and you wince, already anticipating the headache coming. You slowly walk down the narrow hallway to the recording room which provides a lot of light into the dark hallway. There's chattering and drums and guitar and singin, too. But not into the microphone.

You stop at the entrance of the room and lean against the doorframe, your head falling against the wall with a soft thud. You watch Freddie talking to Brian about a song, and he sings here and there. They're obviously talking about a song and Freddie tries to explain his point better by singing.

A soft smile stretches your lips and Freddie finally notices you. His face lights up and he smiles that wide smile you so love. You close your eyes and open them again, and then Brian's looking at you, as well. 

“Hi, Y/N,” Brian greets you, his eyes clearly asking the reason for why you're here.

“Hey, Brian.” You respond. Freddie walks over to you and takes your hand in his.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He says, looking into your eyes deeply and with question. You give him a tired smile. “Why'd you come?”

You take a deep breath. “I have to tell you... a thing.” You respond to his question. Freddie raises his eyebrows. “Can you take a break?”

“Sure, love.” He says. “Private?” You nod and he kisses the top of your head before you turn around and you both walk away from any peak of civilisation. Freddie's hand on your back and your head on his shoulder as you stride through the studio hallway.

You're both in the studio's kitchen and you sit down at the poor table in the corner, leaning against the wall behind your back. “Coffee? Tea?” He asks, looking at you over his shoulder. You shake your head.

“Can you... just listen?” You quietly request to him, tears threatening to pour over your flustered cheeks. Freddie stops his movements and turns around, his hands on the counter he's leaning against. He nods, his dark and enticing eyes watching yours.

“What is it, darling?” He questions, sensing you're not your best self in the current moment. You look down and sigh. Just do it, you say to yourself.

Your eyes look back up at his. “I'm pregnant, love,” you finally say and search Freddie's eyes for any response possible. He looks down, his hand coming up to stroke his own cheek. 

“Alright.” He replies quietly, and you look away. You don't know what he's feeling or what you're feeling, but there's always time to talk. 

“I'm keeping the child.” You tell him, and Freddie nods. You're completely sure now that he doesn't want anything to do with the kid, but then Freddie looks at you with a wide smile.

“That's wonderful.” He says queitly and tears spill out of your eyes. You're smiling as well. Freddie sits down in front of you in a back-less chair and leans over to you, taking your delicate fingers between his. 

“I already thought you didn't want anything to do with it.” You admit and Freddie shakes his head. 

“Darling, I'd never do anything like that,” he says and strokes your hair, giving you a kiss on the lips afterwards, “You've made me so happy. And this child,” his hand finds itself on your tummy and you sob, “will make me even happier.” 

You nod and get your tears out of your eyes. “Thank you, fred.” You say and look at him finally. 

“I love you.” He says in a reminding tone, and it makes you laugh.

“I love you too.” You assure him. Freddie smiles wide and stands up, wanting badly to make himself a coffee. 

“So, what kind of names are we thinking of?” He asks and you giggle.

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[har-rison-s]

i was born to love you: finale

A/N: Very sad to announce this series is at its end. BUT!! Let's enjoy it ;) I worked quite hard on this, and I've been very busy lately. And one finished fic brings me peace and happiness. I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading!

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“Why did I agree to going to this?” Y/N asks Mary. Mary laughs. “I'd forgot how loud their concerts were.”

“Thought you were used to them.” Mary says and takes a sip of her drink. The girls are standing in the venue where Queen are supposed be up on stage in practically seconds. Y/N was talked into it by Freddie, said it'll be a 'special' show of something of that sort. She scoffed at it, but after John joined the convincing party, she agreed to going. The two were weirdly insistent about her going, and it freaked Y/N out a bit.

“Well, back in the day, of course I was.” Y/N tells her and nods. “I went to a show every night. That's where we met for the first time, remember?”

Mary nods and smiles happily. “I remember, yeah. You seemed so cool because you were standing backstage.” She says and both girls laugh. 

“I wanted to be out there in the crowd, though... Oh, here they come!” She cheers and turns to the stage once seeing movement on it. The band have come on stage, Brian and Roger first, then Freddie and Deaky come onto the stage as well. Deaky searches for Y/N with his eyes and waves once he sees her, winking. Y/N laughs and waves back. Freddie sees their exchange and blows a kiss at Y/N before giving the same greeting to Mary. She smiles wider and waves at Freddie as well. 

Girls behind her and Mary probably thought the gestures from the bassist and lead singer were meant for them, and Y/N's and Mary's ears almost rip off from the loudness of their squeals. They smile at each other from sympathy, and then turn their eyes back to the stage. Freddie gives the audience a big welcome and everyone cheers back to him.

“So, lovies, tonight's a very special night.” Freddie says into his microphone. “And not just because you're all here. I won't tell you the reason if you listen to this one song, though.” He tells the audience with a smirk. They all cheer, including Y/N and Mary, who try to be the loudest among all their fans. “Do we have a deal?” 

The fans scream loudly and throw their arms in the air. Freddie laughs, as does Brian. “I said—do we have a deal?” Mercury repeats. Their fans scream louder, and Y/N holds her ears closed so she wouldn't lose hearing. “Alright, alright. Rog, we'll do it together, yeah?” Freddie looks at Roger once he turns around and Roger nods.

It takes Y/N's breath away. Her hands fold beneath her chin and her eyes spark. What the hell are they up to? What's going to happen?

Brian and John adjust their instruments on their shoulders and under their arms, and Freddie glances at each of them for confirmation before looking back at Roger. They exchange looks while Roger starts drumming softly and Brian and John start to play their guitars. There's a tear in Y/N's eye for some reason, but she keeps watching. 

Freddie steps closer to edge of the stage and finds Y/N again. He points at her while looking back at Roger, and she furrows her eyebrows. Y/N has no time to think when Freddie starts to sing. 

“I... was born to love you,” he sings softly and his voice grows quieter, and Y/N wonders why, “every single day of...”

“My life.” Roger finishes, singing into the microphone. The present tear in Y/N's eye falls down onto her cheek. His voice blends in with Freddie's and the lead singer harmonises with the drummer. Roger finally looks at Y/N and she thinks that her heart has already stopped. “I was born... to t-take care of you,” he sings, and it sounds more like a regular words than singing. His stutter is caused by Y/N, and that a light is suddenly shining down on her. She doesn't notice it because she's so taken by how Roger's singing and how his eyes look tonight, even though they're very far from her own, “every single day of my life.”

Brian cuts in with a riff of his guitar, playing louder, and steps closer to Freddie as he always does. Y/N doesn't take her eyes off Roger and wipes her fallen tears. The whole audience cheers and girls are trying to take a hold of Y/N, but she doesn't feel anything, even Mary hugging Y/N close to her. 

“I was born to love you,” Roger continues singing while he also plays his drums and keeps his eyes on Y/N through out the whole time, as well. She's crying now, fully crying, ugly crying, in front of hundreds of Queen fans, “with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you, Y/N, every single day of my life!” 

When he calls her name, she smiles widely, her crying face enlightened by the sunny smile. Roger can't fight off the smile on his face. He's so glad that she smiles. He's glad that she cries, as bad as it sounds, but at least he's triggered some sort of emotion and reaction in her. Y/N finally sees him, and she sees that he's ever so sorry for what happened, what he did. 

“You are the one for me.” Roger sings. “I am the man for you.” He says and chuckles. Y/N breaks into a smile, as well. “You were made for me, you're my ecstasy...” Roger drums a little harder, and his eyes disconnect from Y/N's for only a few seconds, but when he reaches for the mic, he looks at her again. “If I was given every opportunity, I'd kill for your love. And you know that.” Roger reassures, and Y/N nods, and wipes the tears again. 

He truly is sorry. She sees that, and takes it into account. He didn't mean it, and it wasn't an affair of long-term. It was just a girl, and he was lonely, but of course that's no excuse. But Y/N sees and understands that he didn't mean it, and he still loves her. He doesn't want to break up. He only wants her, and the girl of the night was a mistake, a big, horrible mistake. 

Y/N doesn't hear what Roger sings next, and she doesn't hear that he stops singing when she starts running towards the entrance of the backstage door. The guards check her to see if she's allowed inside, and let her in. Y/N runs through the back room and reaches the stage entrance. 

Roger searches for Y/N in the crowd, wondering where she'd run off. Has she run away from him? Gave up on him? Will she not be back ever again? There's a light tap on his arm and, anxious, he immediately jolts and turns around on his drum stool. And there she is. Y/N.

He sighs loudly, almost whining, at seeing her and he drops his own drumsticks. They echo against the floor and echo through the whole venue. There's no other sound in the building, only soft whispering between the audience. Everyone's watching the reunited pair. 

Roger's hands reach out to Y/N's face and she lets him hold her teary cheeks while she's still sobbing. Y/N blinks a couple of times to get the tears out, but she can't—they keep on coming. She's also smiling, as is Roger. He's so happy to touch her again, feel her between his fingers, and have the ability and chance to do it all. 

There's pure admiration in his eyes, and love, and he'd love to look at her with nothing else. “Baby...” he trails off in a whisper, his thumb caressing the top of her cheek. Y/N holds onto his wrists and shakes her head. She knows what Roger wants to say, that he wants to apologise again, but he doesn't have to.

“It'll... It will take time, Rog, but...” She starts to speak, her emotions catching onto her words. She looks down, avoiding Roger's eyes for a moment, “but I forgive you.”

Roger nods at her words and closes his eyes, letting tears fall from his eyes now. At least she does forgive him, at least she's giving him another chance. He looks back up at her and smiles softly.

“I still love you.” Y/N says and grips on Roger's wrists tighter. Roger's taken by surprise, and he can't fake it. His mouth opens and closes as he's trying to find the right words to say back to her. 

Roger brings her face closer to his own and presses his forehead against Y/N's. He's panting and tears are streaming down both their faces. The two are also smiling and soon laughing, as well. Roger leans in closer, and carefully moves his lips close to hers. He looks at her for affirmation and Y/N nods, shamefully eager to be that close to him again. Their lips finally touch together and they melt against each other as honey melts into tea. 

The whole audience cheers at their kiss, and Y/N starts to giggle from the attention and silly situation. Brian and John clap for him while Freddie starts to sing the song again. The boys are too much into a celebrating mood to play their guitars, so Freddie's quite alone. As he sings, their fans clap along to the beat. Y/N and Roger watch each other and exchange many kisses while smiling and crying. 

“I love you, too. So much.” Roger says when they pull apart, holding her small face between his hands. Y/N nods and sobs, but happily now. Tears fall and smiles stretch, and they're bound to step out from behind Roger's drums to give the fans what they long for. The perfect pair together again.

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[har-rison-s]

What Am I?

Request: This is kinda specific but could you maybe do some Freddie x ace!reader? If that's okay with you?

A/N: It is completely okay. I tried hard on this, one of the hardest things I've ever written. I have no experience in being ace and I don't know anyone who is. I hope I got everything right and that it meets your standarts. Happy reading!

“Darling, no! You'll fall off!” Freddie scolds his kitty Delilah, but she only gives him innocent and wondering eyes, still standing on the edge of the high cupboard, ready to jump onto the door just half a foot away from her. Y/N giggles and watches Freddie interact with the cat. “Don't you look at me with those eyes, Delilah. Now come on down.” He continues, and the cat settles down on the top of the cupboard, wrapping her tail around herself. Freddie sighs and throws his hand, turning back to Y/N. “Sorry, sweets. Delilah's the naughtiest of them all. What were you saying?”

She's taken a bit by surprise and looks back at Freddie, trying to remember what she was telling him. “Uh...” Y/N trails off, “I told you about my friend's boyfriend.”

“Yes, and how you walked in on him.” Freddie nods, and so does Y/N. Freddie takes a sip from his glass and looks at Y/N. 

“Yeah... and I kinda fancy him, a little bit.” She admits shyly, looking away from Freddie. He almost spits out his drink. He holds his glass up before his face as he holds his lips together. 

“That's outrageous, my dear! Isn't that breaking girl-code or something?” He asks after gulping down his drink. Y/N raises her eyebrows and tilts her head from left to right.

“Yes, well, I can't help it.” She admits, looking at Freddie.

“Wait, you walked in on him doing what exactly?”

“Being naked, Freddie, in the shower.” Y/N says firmly with a straight face. Freddie nods. 

“So?”

“So what?”

“Did you do anything?” Freddie's eyes have a mysterious glint in them.

“Wh—do what exactly?” She's utterly confused by what he's asking.

“The sex.” Freddie responds and clicks his tongue. Y/N scoffs. 

“Of course not. I'm never breaking my best friend's heart and I'm never—“ she stops herself and thinks. Freddie waits patiently, watching his dear friend drowning in deep thoughts and concerns and... doubts. “I'm not attracted to him that way.” She admits quietly and slowly, still going over it in her mind. “In a...”

“Sexual way?” Freddie finishes her sentence and Y/N nods, looking into Freddie's eyes with uncertainty in her eyes. “So you're only... you only like him, uh, you like the person he is?”

“Yes.” She says quietly. “I didn't even... I didn't really feel anything besides embarrassment when I saw him naked.” She tells him. “You know, girls are supposed to feel like stupid teenagers when they see a guy naked, horny and turned on and flustered, but...” Y/N shakes her head, “nothing came.”

“You definitely didn't.” Freddie points out and they both laugh warmly, Freddie pinching her thigh playfully, which makes the woman laugh even more. Her laughter dies down slowly and she hums, looking away from Freddie. 

“Is that... normal?” She asks, looking at Freddie with unsure eyes once again. Freddie nods and squeezes her knee comfortingly. 

“It's completely normal.” He assures her. “Everyone's feelings and attractions are different, dear.” He tells Y/N as she looks in his dark eyes. 

“But why didn't I feel anything when I saw him bare? Like, every inch of him?” She questions in a bare whisper. 

Freddie sighs quietly and thinks of a way to break the news to Y/N better. He is very unsure of how she'll react to what he has to say that he even hesitates to speak for a few seconds. “Darling, you're a person who's asexual.” He finally says and looks back at Y/N. She's looking at him with a confused face. Her eyes hold a little hurt. “If it's all true what you told me how you feel.”

“Yes, of course, it is.” She says and her voice shakes a bit, a tear in the corner of her eye. “U-Uh...” Y/N trails off, not knowing what to say, really. 

“David talked about it a few years ago—d'you remember David?” Freddie asks.

“Bowie David?” Y/N questions and Freddie nods. 

“Yes, well, he talked about it openly and explained it. Your sexuality may be rare, but it exists.” He tells Y/N with a hopeful smile. “Don't settle too much into the thought, but I think you are asexual.”

“But, Freddie, what does it mean?” She asks. 

“It means you may like or love someone, dear, but you may never want to have them in a sexual way or show your love in a sexual way.” Freddie explains. Y/N nods, understanding what he's saying.

“So—so I'll never want to make... children?” She asks then.

“Hmm, well, I don't know about that.” He replies. “But possibly, sounds like it, yeah.” He looks at her and Y/N's eyes are glued to the floor, full of tears and not wanting to look at anyone right now. “Aw, lovie.” Freddie coos and brings Y/N in his arms, wrapping them around her shoulders, her back facing his chest. “Don't be too sure about this. I might be saying nonsense, for all I know, but... you just have to figure it out.” He tells her. “And I believe you will, my dear.” He presses a kiss to the crying Y/N's nest of hair and she closes her eyes. She never expected this.

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apology

freddie x oc from “inner problems” series

A/N: Hi. People have requested for more June content, so here y'all go. I'd honestly like to write out every aspect of June and Roger's story, but of course, can I write more? Not really :D, but I can try. There are more parts coming, and they're all in complete disorder. I write them when my inspo comes, and now I want to write this part. Perhaps I'll post them in correct order, I'll try. This one's after all the previous parts, including the drabble (that's the last one before this), and let's pretend that Queen (in the movie) started rehearsing for Live Aid a month before hand, it's fiction, darlings. It's still my birthday now, hehe. Hope you like this. Happy reading!

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disclaimer: in no way do i condone and romanticise insomnia or anger issues/behavior problems. lord knows i suffer enough from them to know that i don't wish them on anyone, nor to make them “cool”.

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Many tears spilled and nights spent thinking how unfair anything can be, June and Roger had somehow accepted the fact that their dear Freddie would pass away soon. They both were much more quiet at home, most times, and when they weren't—it was because of the kids or Roger playing the drums in his music room. He was practicing for Live Aid, perhaps the most incredible music performance there could be. It's due in a week, and Roger's quite stressed. June can feel it, and so she lets him be most of the time, if he doesn't pay attention to her first thing in the morning.

It breaks her to see him like this. Sulking, not talking, only playing the drums or making food for all of them. He's broken, and so is June. She can't believe that Freddie's got an unfair sickness that's affecting his voice. It's just too bad. Seems like there would be no better days ahead of them.

One day June walked in on Roger and their son William playing drums together and almost burst into tears that exact second. It was a pleasant surprise, and she couldn't stop smiling while making dinner.

Currently, June's sitting at home all alone—Roger's out with Brian and Deaky, the kids are at school, so she's got the house to herself. June sits on their living room sofa, knitting a sweater for Roger and watching the telly. It's the middle of summer, but since she's bored and has got time on her hands, she decided to make him a Christmas present earlier than usual. She's already planned gifts for the kids, as well, so they're on their way after Roger's sweater.

What surprises her is a knock at the door. June furrows her eyebrows and looks at the telly, considering it maybe a noise from the program, since she'd zoned out a little. It wasn't, and the knock repeats, only twice as long. She throws down the unfinished sweater and stands up from the sofa. Her bare legs move against their soft carpeted floor as she walks towards the entrance door through the corridor. 

June wants a double surprise, so she doesn't look into the door eye to see who it is. She instead locks the door open and swings it wide. June gasps. No other than Freddie Mercury is standing on her porch, he's wearing a leather jacket, light blue pants and a striped shirt. His signature moustache is probably freshly shaved, his hair pushed back with gel, but his face is a little... Strange. A mix between sadness and sickness. 

Memories of him at the studio, with and without Paul, flood her mind, including that horrible day when she and Roger had to leave the studio to end the day without a fight. June also immediately remembers about Freddie being sick. Everything she knows about Freddie, and everything she remembers about him, comes back to her.

“F-Freddie.” She says and gulps down any tears that have threatened to come up and join the party. Freddie looks deeply into her eyes, capturing her soft orbs with his confident gaze. But he still looks a little sad.

“June.” He says finally. She can hear that his voice sounds different. Perhaps he's now caught a cold? Freddie shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants just as Rose leans against her door frame. “I know... I know that I'm the last person you'd expect to see.” June listens to him, waiting to explain what he's doing here. “But... I thought I'd visit you.”

June offers Freddie a smile and notices a slump of relief in his posture as Freddie sighs quietly. “Sure, come in.” She says and steps to the side to let him walk in. Freddie—a little hesitantly—steps into the Taylors' home and his lip twitches in a sort of smile at June. Her smile stays. “Would you like tea?” She asks after closing the door and locking it once, just to be safe. Freddie walks through the hallway, looking at all the drawings, photos and paintings hung upon it, glancing into them curiously. June's question takes his attention back to her.

“Y-Yeah, alright.” He stutters a little, and nods. June gives a nod in response and hurries into the kitchen. While she prepares water and cups for their tea, Freddie speaks to her from the hallway. “I don't think I've ever been here, at least not consciously.” He admits and June chuckles. “These are so beautiful.” He points out, and June thinks “he probably means everything that's on the walls.” She's not wrong.

“Well, you were invited on several occasions.” She says to him from the kitchen, after a short while. She's busy making them tea. “You just never showed up.” June admits, bringing the kettle and two cups, as well as the sugar bowl, into the living room, all placed upon a small plastic tray. Freddie reaches out to help her settle the tray on the coffee table. She gives him a nervous glance, but lets him help.

“I'm sorry about that.” Freddie responds. They both sit down on the sofa and June sighs. “I've missed countless birthdays and pregnancies—are the misfits upstairs?”

June shakes her head. “They're at school. William's second year and Lilly's first.” She responds, and looks at Freddie properly. He's shaken by anxiety, she can tell by the way he's sitting and looking at his hands, as well as around the room, from time to time. 

“I'm sorry about being an arsehole.” Freddie says, now looking into June's eyes strongly. His mere sincerity and visible regret brings a tear into June's eye. “I've been horrible to you, and the lads. I regret ever picking on you, and I must apologise on Paul's part, as well, since...”

“I saw the absurd interview he gave on the telly.” June says, and they both nod. June sighs quietly after she and Freddie exchange knowing looks. “I guess that's partly the reason why you're here.” She says and Freddie raises his eyebrows slightly, nodding.

“Mary made me see all that was wrong.” He responds. “And that made me regret a lot of things.” 

June nods, and after a while of reminiscing and thinking—while Freddie watches her—she speaks. “I accept your apology, Fred.” She says and looks at him. “I knew and I saw that... you were not in your right mind, not in your own mind at all, actually. I'm glad you're out of that state now.”

Freddie nods and reaches out to hold June's hand, and she lets him, her soft skin touching Freddie's rougher fingers. Freddie caresses the top of her hand and sighs out. 

“Freddie, I know you're sick.” June says and her voice cracks. Freddie raises his head at her and furrows his eyebrows. “Roger told me, if you're wondering.”

“Is that why you're accepting my apology?” He asks, starting to draw his hand from June's, but she holds on tighter, not about to let him slip away.

“No, Freddie.” She says, offense very visible on her features. “No. I...” June trails off, but realises that Freddie will probably stay with the wrong message in his mind, and draws away from him, turning her side to Freddie, her knees up to her chest. “Never you mind.” She says and sighs, running a hand through her hair. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean—“

“No, Freddie, I didn't mean it.” June responds. “I explained why I accept your apology, and if you still think that pity is the reason why, then...” She sighs. “I don't know.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Freddie says. “Not your fault, I just got a little angry.” He says and offers June an apologetic smile. She looks at him for a moment, but then breaks down her facade and smiles, as well. Freddie notices her eyes look glossy and reaches back to her right hand, and holds it between his own hands. “How are you?”

“Fine, Freddie, just fine.” She says. “Sad, of course, and angry, but William and Lilly help keep me happy. As well as Roger.” She admits and glances at Freddie. “How are you, Freddie? Oh, and, I haven't told anyone about you being sick.” She buts in before Freddie can answer, and he nods.

“Alright, darling.” He says and chuckles. “Well, I'm good, better. If it's possible, I'm enjoying every day even more than before.” Freddie admits and June smiles. “I appreciate more of every day. And the people around me.” He pats June's hand and she smiles. “That's why I came here. You're one of the brightest stars I know.” Freddie winks at her, and June scoffs with the same smile on her face.

“Well, Freddie, you're the brightest star I know.” She responds and Freddie gives her a smile as a 'thank you', even though her statement adds a little ounce to his inner arrogance. “I think the tea's gone cold.” She admits.

“I can warm the kettle.” Freddie offers. June shakes her head, and starts to stand up, but Freddie stops her, getting up with her. “Really, I'll do it.” June sits back down and nods. 

“Sure. It's in the kitchen.”

“That far I can think, darling.” Freddie says, walking towards the entrance of the kitchen. June chuckles at her own naivety and watches Freddie walking away. Her smile fades a little and tears threaten to flood her eyes and cheeks. Before they can, though, June takes a deep breath and stands up eventually from the sofa.

“We've got cake!” She announces to Freddie and runs after him through her own house.