Freddie's P.O.V.

I was frozen in the same position he had me in when he had lifted my head to look at him.

But now he was gone.

There was no other way to describe what I was feeling other than...fucking shocked.

My breathing was deep and slow as my jaw gaped open ever so slightly and I stared wide eyed at nothing in particular.

For the first time in my life I was stunned to silence.

The moment kept repeating itself in my head over and over again but no matter how many times...it wouldn't process.

Did that really happen?
Did Brian just fucking kiss me?
Really?

I swallowed hard and turned my head slowly towards my door.

Instantaneously, my hand wandered up to my lips where my finger tips brushed over them.

Not exactly how I had envisioned my first kiss from a man to be.

But I couldn't believe it. Everything had changed now, he couldn't lie or deny that never happened because neither of us were drunk enough to forget.

It happened. Brian kissed me.

Be it for only a maximum of two short seconds but he kissed me.
For real.

I was ecstatic, to the point where I wanted to scream and jump about excitedly, squealing like a little girl and giggle in a nervous flourish. But I couldn't. I couldn't move nor crack a smile.

I still didn't completely believe that it had happened.

On the other hand...I felt a little deflated...sad, almost.

Had that been what I'd been waiting for this whole time? A clumsy, heartless, two second kiss from the man I'd wanted for years? Was that it? Was he just going to kiss me and then pretend nothing ever happened and run off to Charlie again? Or was this the start of something? Was all the chasing over? The chasing that had taken place over a period of years? Was it...over?

I couldn't allow myself to think that I had him in the bag...because he just walked out as if he regretted doing it. I was so fucking confused. What did that mean?

Did he like me? Did he want me now? Was that just to shut me up?
What was going to happen now?
Were things going to be awkward?

But holy fucking mother of shit.
I just got kissed by Brian May.
My first kiss from a man was Brian fucking May.

And wasn't that what I'd been saving myself for all this time? It had been. And now, my patience had payed off. It had happened.

But I needed to know what was going to happen now. I was in limbo.

And right now, the feeling of confusion and a slight tad of sadness was the dominant emotion.

I tore my eyes away from the door and looked down at my legs.
My uninjured leg feeling and looking normal.
My stomach churning as I realised now why Brian was panicking...my lower leg was bent inwards to the right at the knee.

I definitely wasn't going to be alright in the morning.

I tried to move but shooting pains made me yelp loudly.

I covered my mouth and breathed out in a lot pain.

He'd just walked out, leaving me alone in here with a probably broken leg, with my clothes still on and no way of being able to walk...or sleep.

And with the lingering feeling of his lips on mine.

I was worried...I needed him to come back in here but he probably wouldn't want to show his face after what he just did. That's the likely reason he walked out of here so fast. Out of embarrassment.

But fuck it, this was serious...I needed him.

The walls in this house were insanely thin...I softly knocked on the wall behind my bed, hoping to god that he wasn't asleep because I couldn't bare to go another minute like this.

I felt vulnerable and pathetic, but I'd never felt this amount of pain before, usually things never bothered me and I brushed them off without a second thought, but even the dodgy angle at which my leg was bent was making me want to throw up. I knew now,
admitting defeat...I needed to go to the hospital.

I knocked again and again, still lightly but I knew if he was awake, he'd hear it.

I listened intently, praying that I would hear him moving about.

I was getting annoyed and knocked louder.

The pain unbearable, making me weak.
Then suddenly, as if God himself poked his head through my bedroom door, his curls made an appearance.

He looked at me, extremely bashfully, edging himself into my room.
I sighed in massive relief.

"H-have you been knocking?" He stuttered.

I nodded my head, looking at him with such desperation that his expression changed and he rushed towards me and sat beside me on the bed.

"Fred? Are you alright?" He asked.

I shook my head, breathing deeply, feeling light headed.

I felt his cool hand upon my forehead.
"Fuckinghell you're burning up." He glanced at me worriedly.

"Okay...you're right. I need...to go the...hospital." I struggled to speak, unconsciousness threatening to consume my body.

Brian shot up immediately and rushed about my room, he grabbed a jumper and threw it at me.

"Oh thank god. I wasn't going to let you go all night in this state anyway. Put that on." He sounded panicky.

I shook my head, "I'm too hot..." I panted.

"Freddie, it's freezing outside."

I shook my head again, struggling to sit up.

He huffed, taking the jumper and tying it around his waist.

He came over and crouched beside me, "Look, I'm going to have to carry you to the car and where my arms going to be to lift you...it's going to fucking hurt." He warned.

I didn't care. I couldn't fully understand him. Everything was hazy.

It was, until his arm slipped under my knee did the worst pain I'd ever felt strike through the whole of my body making scream.

"Shhh, I'm so sorry..." he whimpered, carrying me out of the room.

It was a miracle that Roger or Deaky didn't venture out of their room to see what was going on.

He clumsily carried me down the stairs where he sat me down on the sofa whilst he got his car keys and opened the door, ready to carry me out.

It was while I was waiting for him did my whole body began to shiver and shake as if I had been out in the snow for hours on end...but I was still burning hot...yet shaking uncontrollably.

I glanced up at him when he came back to get me.

"Are you cold?" He asked, wide eyed.

"N-no...sweating..." I managed.

"Shit." He swore under his breath.
Scooping me up I bit down on my finger to suppress another loud scream and buried my face into his chest.

He'd already run out and opened the back car door ready to put me in.

"Lay down. I'll drive as careful as I can." He soothed as I nodded, my eyes closing. "Hey." He lightly slapped my face, I forced my eyes open, "Don't you fucking close those eyes." He ordered.

He closed the door and he ran back up to the house to close and lock the door before dashing back into the car.
He began driving.

"Fred? Talk to me. Don't fall asleep."

I groaned in response, "I'm...tired."

"I know, I know. But don't fall asleep. Promise me?"

I nodded silently, it was as if I'd been on anaesthesia and my mind and mouth were running away with me...sleep talking. I knew why Brian didn't want me to fall asleep, I knew too well that I wasn't sleepy, it was my body threatening me. It wanted me to black out...slip in to unconsciousness.

But unfortunately...I broke that promise to Brian.