Your eyes slowly fluttered open and your face met Freddie's. His eyes were closed and he just lay peacefully only inches away from you. Afternoon sunlight reflected off of the windows off of the neighboring house and entered the room ever so slightly. You'd slept in quite late, but you and Freddie both needed the rest. You had stayed up so much this week, it only seemed right you'd need the sleep.

It was only for a few moments that you sat there staring at his timid brow before he gently came out of sleep and was just beginning to open his eyes. Slowly his eyes fluttered open as he then met your gaze. He took in a deep breath of air.

"Good morning, love," said Freddie softly as he gradually moved his face closer to yours and kissed your forehead. You giggled faintly and smiled.

"More like afternoon," you said as you watched him slowly roll onto his back and look out the window.

"Is it now?" replied Freddie, stretching—almost cat-like. You then moved over to rest your head upon his shoulder.

"It's okay, you needed the rest, we've got tonight to go enjoy anyway," you said.

"Oh yes, tonight, that's right," said Freddie then turning to kiss your forehead once more as he stood up and stretched, "We best be getting ready then".

It didn't take too long for you and Freddie to get ready. You both were filled with excitement for tonight's events. It had been a long while since you and Freddie had gone out to a club and he'd just heard of this new little joint that was quite secretive. They had a good live band playing and according to a friend of Freddie's it was the place to be this Saturday night.

It was mid-evening by the time you and Freddie finally made it on to the bus. The club was in Soho, so it would be a bit of a ride. As usual, you and Freddie sat down at your usual seat—hand in hand, but this time, you were more talkative than your usual ride. You hadn't really seen each other all week, so there was plenty to talk about and much of the conversation was fueled by your excitement.

It wasn't long before the bus arrived at the Leicester Square station, all that talking had really made time to by quite quickly. When you got off the bus, Freddie pulled out a small sliver of paper with some mess directions on it.

"Okay, if I'm not mistaken," he said studying the paper, "We should be off....this way".

The then took your arm in his and began marching proudly down the street. His head was held high and his smile was bigger than ever. He wasn't self conscious like he usually was about his smile, it wasn't the shy Farrokh Bulsara like you had known him to be when he had just arrived in London. This Freddie Bulsara taking his girl to a club in Soho and nothing could stop him now.

This pride, however, did not last long, as you eventually found yourself almost completely lost.

"This twat!" shouted Freddie, now pacing where you both paused, "It clearly says just off Brewer and Wardour! Wait...does it?"

He studied the paper once more, getting further frustrated with every glance. Behind Freddie you saw a group of girls all dressed up and giggling together. They then turned down an alleyway.

"Doesn't it!" shouted Freddie, still frustrated with his paper.

"Here come on," you said as you grabbed Freddie's arms and began to follow the girls down the alley. You eventually found them standing in a long line of girls and boys alike, both filled with excitement as you heard the faintest sound of mic feedback coming from inside the building.

"Leave it to Patrick to give shit directions like these," stated Freddie, slightly steeping in the smallest amount of frustration still left over as he crumpled and tossed the paper into a waste basket outside the club.

"Oh come on Freddie, we're here now aren't we," you said as the doors started to open and people flooded in. You grabbed his hand, "let's go in".

You and Freddie both gently pushed your way through the crowd of teens rushing in through the front door. As soon as you entered the building, it was as though it wasn't even daylight out. The blackness of the club walls just drained the light out of anything but the bar lights, dance floor lights, and the light reflecting off of the faces of those that passed.

At the back of the club, up upon a stage, a group of five began playing an upbeat melody and you saw couples moving to the dance floor while others sat on the sides watching them pass.

You turned to Freddie, "Care to dance?"

"Wait 'til I've had a bit more to drink," laughed Freddie as he began to head for the bar.

"Oh alright," you smiled and gave a slight wink, "I'll go grab us a table".

You walked over to the back corner where a dimly lit booth sat. It seemed empty enough. You knew Freddie wasn't always for dancing anyway, drinks or not.

As soon as you sat down, you saw Freddie looking around the club for you, drinks in hand. Finally he spotted you and walked over.

"There you are," he said sliding the glass towards you. Then he raised his glass to toast, "To a night we at least remember a bit of tomorrow".

You laughed as you both clinked glasses. You weren't too worried that being intoxicated would effect anything too much as far as revealing anything about yourself or the future that Freddie shouldn't know. You hadn't ever drank with Freddie before, but you'd had your share of drinks in the past.

Freddie proceeded to take a gigantic sip, trying to down much of the glass in one sip. You laughed as his immediate reaction was a combination of disgust, distaste and quite frankly pain.

"What are you laughing at?" Freddie hollered.

"Is this your first time drinking?" you laughed and smiled as you took a small sip of your own. You had to admit it was a bit strong, but Freddie's reaction was priceless, "If you're gonna down your glass like that, then get a shot. Not the straight stuff like this"

"Oh don't be ridiculous," said Freddie, turning his head to the bar, "That bartender clearly doesn't know how to mix a good drink". You laughed.

"Here let me go up and have him fix them," you said reaching for his glass.

"At least let me finish this," Freddie said as he grabbed the glass and then downed the rest of his drink, once again gaging at the taste.

This was going to be a fun evening.

You went up and had the bartender mix you up a couple of different drinks to try out. You came back to Freddie with a few drinks in hand and of course he had something to say about all of them. This went on for a bit, you going to the bar to grab drinks for you two and Freddie critiquing each. Eventually, your table had is share of empty glasses upon its top and Freddie was becoming quite intoxicated clearly—well not so clearly, you yourself had joined him.

"Just one more dear," said Freddie glancing up at you with an intoxicated yet charming smile as his head lay supported only by his arm which was very slowly moving up further and further from his chin.

"Freddie, I think we've had quite enough for now," you said gesturing to the table before you.

"Oh but I haven't had quite enough to say about that cold one with the uh...the..ice! That's it!" you just sat there laughing at him, everything he did at this point amused you.

You just sighed as you just stared into his eyes, he looking into yours.

"Hey, y/n" said Freddie as he slightly giggled to himself and ran his hand drunkenly though his hair, "Have I told you that I love you?" his head turning up to smile at you as he spoke.

You blushed and gave a smile as you then fell upon his shoulder.

"Yes," you answered as you closed your eyes to smile.

You both just sat there giving little intermittent giggles.

"Hey Freddie," you started up, eyes still closed, smile still upon your face, "Have I told you?'

"Told me what," said Freddie as his head then leaned against yours and he too joined you in a drunken smile.

"Told you that I love you," you answered, giggling.

"Oh," said Freddie stupidly surprised, then stretching out words as he spoke, "Yeaaah"

He then turned his head to you and pressed his face up to yours. He just sat there smiling and looking into your eyes through slightly falling eyelids.

"Hey Freddie," you started again, laughing a bit but still glued to Freddie's forehead.

"Yeah," smiled Freddie as he too got giggly again.

"You wanna dance?" you asked still smiling.

"Yeah," he answered, continuing to spread out the length of words as he spoke.

Freddie then grabbed your hand and tried lead you out of the booth in the most difficult way possible of course. You both managed to interrupt two couples making out just as you were leaving your seat. After bumping into many other couples, you eventually made it on to the dance floor.

You quickly realized that neither of you were particularly certain how to dance, but you quickly became aware of what other couples were doing around you. The music was particularly upbeat and fun so it wasn't to difficult to get into the groove of it.

You were sure the two of you looked like complete idiots swaying way more than you should have and moving your arms much more than was needed, but you were in your own world and enjoying yourselves.

Neither of you knew the words to too many of the songs they played, but you quickly picked up on the choruses and Freddie had particular fun pretending to preform them for you. You both just had fun going on like this for what seemed like your own little, small piece of eternity.

Suddenly a rather slow song came on and Freddie was quick enough to grab you by the waist and pull you in close to him. Well, rather, pulling each other close basically meant leaning upon each other for support.

Your head rested in the nape of his neck, feeling the music—and a bit of the alcohol, but overall you were keeping it down just fine.

Freddie then turned his head to whisper in your ear, "You look just so beautiful tonight". You smiled and held him tighter.

"Oh Freddie," you answered, your heart controlling your head entirely, well almost entirely, "You do too".

"Beautiful am I?" replied Freddie, laughing a bit in your ear. You laughed. And turned your head to kiss his neck softly. You heard just a faint moan from Freddie. You felt so relaxed in his arms, and so...there was just something so much more.

The song ended and then Freddie just looked into your eyes. There was something else there in his eyes. He then brought his arm up to your chin and kissed you softly. Then softly became harder, then harder became all consuming. This was different than your previous times making out, this was passionate—hotter.

You knew he felt it too, you felt he knew it too.

Freddie then broke from your lips and lead you back to your booth where you both then picked up from where you left off.

There definitely was something different in the way you felt for him. There had always been love, but this time, it seemed there now was lust. You didn't worry about the speed things were moving, you didn't worry at all quite frankly. Your mind was too preoccupied by this new feeling.

In between kisses there were soft moans and those soon fell into moments. His hand fell on your thigh and snaked its way up to your chest. It just felt so right.

Just as things were really getting hot and heavy, you suddenly heard the band finish the end of their final set of the night. You broke free for a quick moment.

"Freddie?" you began.

"Yeah," answered Freddie as he leaned in to continue kissing you further.

"What time is it?" you asked between kisses.

"Oh, I don't know," Freddie replied in the breaths of air he took.

"We should probably get going," you said as you broke free once more.

"Oh, but y/n" began Freddie as he pushed a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"People are leaving, I think we best be on our way Fred," you said as you reached down for his hand.

"Oh alright," Freddie answered almost childlike.

You had no idea what time it was, and surely the buses were not running. You hadn't exactly made plans to stay in Soho for the night. You also had the piano being delivered around noon tomorrow and you needed to be at home for that.

You both exited the club and started walking down the dimly lit alleyway. You and Freddie had almost the same amount to drink, but Freddie seemed much more drunk than you did.

"Wasn't that just lovely," Freddie began as he leaned against your shoulder.

"Yes it was Freddie," you answered, worried you had said it too abruptly, "Do you know where the nearest bus stop is? I want to see if they are still running".

"I've got no fucking idea dear," answered Freddie as he moved his arms about, "We're in London!" he shouted breaking free from you and spinning about, "Why would you ever want to go back home?"

You stumbled over to him and grabbed him as best you could by the sleeve of his jacket.

"Freddie, we've got the piano coming tomorrow and we've got nowhere to stay tonight," you told him.

He just began to shrug as he flopped his hands in front of him and proceeded to try to walk away from you once more. You then again walked over to him, you yourself having a bit of difficulty.

"Here," you said coming over and grabbing his hand, "Hold on to me, okay?"

"Ooh, that's nice," he said as he nestled up to you.

"Good," you replied, "Now do you see a main road around here"

Freddie just answered with an 'mm' as he continued to further fascinate himself with the sleeve of your jacket. You sighed and continued to walk forward.

Eventually you came to a main road that you vaguely recognized from earlier that day. You then found a bus stop and checked the times, but sadly you then found out that the bus had already stopped running.

You didn't want to have to spend the money, but you really needed to get home, so you decided it was best to call for a taxi. Now the trouble was either finding a taxi or a phone booth.

"Hey y/n," started up Freddie.

"Yeah," you answered.

"I'm feeling a litt—," started Freddie as he then began to vomit, you tried to steer him into the bushes to avoid dirtying up the sidewalk for the daytime-passersby, but it ultimately was no use.

You had always had a slight fear of vomit for years and the smallest part of you really didn't to be dealing with it currently but then you remembered that this was Freddie Mercury. Alcohol or not—he needed to be taken care of.

You rubbed his back for him as he finally had finished, "There you go, all better?" you asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he said as he then rubbed his mouth on your sleeve. In any other circumstance, you probably would have considered that the final straw, but at this point, you accepted it and just went along with the further late night trials and tribulations that went with caring for Freddie.

You continued walking and it didn't take long before you finally found a phone booth where you called for a cab. Then it wasn't long before the driver arrived and you and Freddie slipped into the backseat. Freddie then resting his head upon your lap and muttering small things to himself that only made you lighten up and smile.

The drive was long, but not too long. You just sat there running your fingers through Freddie's hair and it soon appeared that he had fallen asleep. You didn't mind at all. Even through all the trouble of getting home, you still felt more in love with Freddie than you ever had before. The whole ride back, your thoughts were just filled with him and as your eyes stood mesmerized by the passing night landscapes, all you could think about was how lucky to be where you are now.

You arrived home, paid the cabbie, and woke Freddie up to bring him into the house. It was a bit of an ordeal bringing him quietly up the stairs and getting his slightly vomit stained clothes off of him and tucking him into bed, but you managed. You then stripped off your clothing and got into bed with him.

You found yourself then falling asleep and only thinking. What a night.