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Headlong

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Munich Germany, 1978

Miranda-

I was awoken by the sounds of laughing in the next room. I opened my eyes to find my Freddie still sound asleep at my side. His hands were still wrapped up in mine from the night before.

“Freddie, baby?” I moved a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and running my thumb over it gently.

“I’m so happy it wasn’t a dream.” Freddie spoke groggily. Smiling before opening his eyes and turning over onto his back.

“What, Fred?”

He breathed “You dear.”

I smiled back at him, sitting up in the bed. “Im far from a dream baby.”

He sat up behind me, sitting on his knees just behind my back. Freddie put his arms around my shoulders and kissed my neck. “That’s because youre a fantasy, Kitten.”

More laughter erupted in the other room as Fred continued to kiss and suck on my neck.

“It sounds like the boys are awake. We should probably join them before they get suspicious.”

Freddie gave me one more long kiss before nodding his head. “You have a point dear. What do we tell them?”

Freddie asked a good question. What DID we tell them? What did we tell anyone? If it was safe to tell anyone it would be the boys, we can trust a secret with them. But I don’t want to tell them and get anyone’s hopes up just to cause more confusion if or when this ends.

“We say that you slept on the floor Fred. We can’t tell anyone yet.” I looked back to Freddie who was nodding his head.

“I think that’s a good decision Miranda.”

I gave him a stern look “That means no ‘Kitten’ and no ‘Freddie baby’ and nothing else that’ll give us away.”

“You have my word.” He said “Kitten.”

Freddie smirked as he stole another kiss from my lips and lept off the bed.

Freddie pulled a clean shirt over his head and fluffed his hair out.

“You look like a real tarte Fred.”

“Perfect darling that’s just the way I like it.” Freddie opened the bedroom door and went on his way to the lounge where the boys had been waiting for us. I wasn’t far behind. Just behind enough to avoid them thinking we had woken up together.

“Well good morning, Anderson.” Roger smirked from behind the bar, holding a pot of coffee “Funny to see you still here.”

“Shut up Rog it wasn’t like that. I was too drunk to drive home so Freddie took the floor and I slept in the bed. That’s all.”

Roger poured me my own mug of coffee and handed it to me as I sat down on the barstool. “How come Freddie didn’t take you to one of the empty bedrooms then?” Rogers eyes were playfully accusing. Brian and John both watched, wide eyed at the other end of the counter.

“We were drunk.” I took my first sip of my drink “Couldn’t tell ya if I wanted to Rog.”

Freddie looked up from his cup and stared at Roger. “Roger if you’re trying to imply that I slept with Miranda last night you’re wrong. I took her to my room instead of a guest bedroom because she didn’t feel well and I wanted to look after her. Anything that has happened between me and Anderson in the past is just that. The past.”

Roger put his hands up in surrender. “What ever you say I guess.”

Brian coughed, breaking up the conversation “Well Miranda. Nonetheless we’re glad you’re here to join us.”

“Yeah Miranda. It’s really nice to have you around again. Feels like old times. I wish you could join us on tour so we could keep you around longer.” John chimed in, shoveling some eggs into his mouth with a piece of toast.

“John she doesn’t know about the tour!” Roger shouted

“No Rog it’s fine. Freddie told me.”

His eyes widened and zeroed in on Freddie. “I thought we agreed not to say anything.”

“I changed my mind.” Fred shrugged and sipped at his coffee

“Why wouldn’t you guys tell me?” I looked at them all. “Why is that a secret?”

“We didn’t want to dampen the mood by telling you we were leaving. That’s all. We just wanted to have a good time if you really ended up coming last night.” John assured me.

“It’s fine you guys. I had fun anyways. I missed you all so much I almost wish I could go with you.”

Roger passed down the plate with the assortment of foods on it “Well why can’t you come, Anderson?”

I looked up at him in disbelief “I have a job Roger. I have to go to work.”

“Is that really the only reason?” Freddie asked.

“Yeah I suppose.” Everyone’s eyes were on me now “what?” I asked them, glancing at each of them.

“Miranda. Come on tour with us. If you take up your old position with the stage crew we’ll pay you for it.” Freddie was looking me dead in the eyes now, his face much more serious and hopeful than before.

“Fred I can’t just leave my job. I’ve worked hard for this position.” I took another sip of my coffee before looking down at my watch. My eyes shot open wide and I hopped out of my seat.

“Shit!” I yelled taking another frantic sip of coffee before darting downstairs.

“What is it?” Freddie called after me. All four boys followed down after me.

“I’m late for work!”

I slung my coat over my shoulders and searched my pockets for my keys.

“Goodbye boys I love you all. Be safe and call me when you make it across the pond.” I made rounds pecking all the boys on the cheek, stopping to hug Freddie slightly as well. He placed a hand to my cheek as I pulled away.

“I’ll miss you Darling. But my offer to come with us is still open.”

I give Freddie a tilted look before walking out the front door. I got in my little Volkswagen and sped off back towards the city.

My boss must be ringing my landline like crazy trying to find out where I’ve gone.

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“Anderson?!” As soon as I came out of the elevator I heard his voice. Michael had been looking for me. He came walking down the hall, more like stomping, until he stood right in front of me.

“Michael I’m so sorry I got caught up-

“I don’t care what happened.” Michael pointed his finger in my face “You’re over two hours late for work, the phones have been going insane and YOU were nowhere to be found.” The smell of his cologne was enough to choke a horse, and god knows when the last time he brushed his teeth was.

“Michael I-

“Get to my office now, Anderson.”

He takes a step back from me and points in the direction of his office door. Every set of eyes in every cubicle was on me, watching me make the walk of shame.

Michael followed into his office behind me, shutting the door. He didn’t slam it but he certainly wasn’t gentle. I sat in the arm chair in front of his desk, plopping my bag down beside me.

“Anderson,” he began as he sat down in the chair behind his desk “I know you know the old saying ‘time is money’ right?”

I nodded silently

“You being late costs me money. Costs you money. Costs this company money. When I gave you your promotion I was being VERY generous.”

With a raised brow I inquired “What do you mean, sir?”

“Well I very well could have, and as it appears SHOULD have, given the promotion to another colleague of yours.” He put his hands together and leaned forward on his desk. “You see, you women are so unreliable but I really believed you were different.”

“Excuse me?”

“A man would have been on time AND would probably be performing better, Anderson. I won’t lie to you.”

I sat there, dumbfounded by what was coming out of his mouth. I always knew Michael was a little sexist but I’ve never seen him say anything like this before.

“You know I’m right Miranda. This isn’t like your old job with the band where you could just skate by in skimpy clothing and get paid for it. This job might be a little out of your league, don’t you think?”

I stood up, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks and spread into my chest. I was angry. I sacrificed so much free time and rest to get this position. Never in my life had I ever been spoken to this way.

“Michael. You can shove your stupid little office job up your ass where your head is. I have NEVER in my life been spoken to this way and I refuse to allow it. You don’t have to like me but you WILL respect me and the work I’ve put into this company.” I picked my bag up off of the ground and looked back at Michael “The band respects me far more than you ever have. So with my kindest regards Michael, fuck you.”

I turned around, slinging his office door open as I walked right back towards the elevator.

“Miranda! Hold on you must have misunderstood I was only-

“Save it, jackass.” The elevator doors closed shut on Michael just before he could catch up to stop me.

My blood was boiling but something in me knew everything was going to be okay. I needed to head home and call the boys. I couldn’t let them leave without me.

The car ride home was unimaginably long. Every stop light seemed to last decades, and every stop sign seemed very.... blowable. By the time I had made it back to my flat my hands were shaking and fumbling so much I could barely get my key in the lock. Sonic waited very impatiently by the door, barking and wagging his little tail as I came in.

“Good boy, Sonic.” I knelt down time pet his little tiny head before slinging my bag down and kicking off my heels. “How do you feel about airplanes?”

I smiled at him while he looked at me the way he always does. Happy and dopey. I looked at the clock on the VCR and panicked a little.

I grabbed the phone and immediately punched in the last number I had written down for Jim Beach, hoping it was still right.

“Jim Beach speaking.” He picked up on the third ring.

“Miami! It’s me Miranda.” I almost shouted I was so excited.

“Oh, Miranda! The boys said they’d heard from you, glad it’s finally my turn. How’ve you been dear?”

“Jim listen, I know I don’t have much time but I’m coming to America with the boys. I have to get on that plane.”

He cleared his throat before talking again, this time lowering his volume “Plane leaves at four. You’ve got an hour and a half to get there, I’ll do my best to stall.”

“Thank you Jim. You’re incredible.”

“Don’t mention it sweet heart. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hung up the phone and darted through the apartment, flinging all my necessities into a duffle bag I’d accidentally stolen from William. Tooth brush, deodorant, hairbrush, the works. Then I stumbled into the bedroom, all the clothes in the closet were far too hot for America. All jackets and turtlenecks. But in the bottom drawer of my dresser I had saved a few things from the years passed. All bright colored tank tops and flowery dresses and short shorts. I threw them all into the bag with the exception of one outfit. A yellow tank top and a pair of little white shorts. I took off my office clothes, slinging them to the ground, and I put on the fresh clothes. I looked completely different. Instantly I was taken back to the years prior.

I looked over at Sonic who was staring at me from the doorway confused “What do you think?”

He continued to stare blankly. Because he’s a dog.

I scooped up Sonic and placed him in his carrier. We were both ready to go.

The elevator ride and the taxi and the airport all seemed to take forever. It took me almost the entire hour and a half to get there. But just as the boys were loading up into their plane I could see Freddie, still standing on the steps looking out into the air field.

“Looking for something?” I shouted to him.

He turned around. The biggest smile curling across his face he ran down the steps and met me where I was.

“I knew you’d make it darling.” Freddie took my bag and the carrier from me and set them down off to the side. Flagging down one of the crew to load them onto the plane for me.

“I called Miami and told him I was coming. I couldn’t let you leave without me.”

Freddie placed his hands on my hips and kissed my forehead. “I was hoping you’d change your mind. Let’s get onboard, shall we Dear?”

He held out his hand with a playful smile. I couldn’t help but grin myself. Being here with Freddie, about to take off to go to America again with Queen. I felt like I did before. I felt young and hopeful for adventure. Fred led me up the steps of the plane and into the cabin where the other three trouble makers were.

Deaky perked up in his seat “You’re coming with us?!”

“Of course I am. You didn’t really think I could stay behind did you?”

Roger stood and scooped me up like he had the night before, only this time avoiding knocking me backwards. “I knew she was coming all along!” He growled before letting me go “I know everything.”

“Of course you do Rog.” Roger and I kissed each other’s cheeks before Freddie ushered me along to my seat.

“Would you like the window seat Ki-“ he coughed “Miranda?”

I nodded nervously, acknowledging the slip up. Brian sat across from us by himself. He was flipping through a science magazine. He hadn’t said a word to me yet.

“Hey Bri,” I leaned forward. Brian lifted his eyes from his magazine to look at me “I’m happy to see you.”

“Hey Miranda. I didn’t think you’d be coming.” Brian still seemed off to me. I didn’t want to think that he didn’t want me to be there but that’s exactly what it seemed like.

I turned my head back to the window as Freddie sat beside me. He tapped my shoulder and gave me a look as if to ask if I was okay I nodded silently and turned back to the window. Freddie looked out the window as well. Or he was looking at me, which also wouldn’t come as a surprise. He put his left hand between his thigh and mine and as the plane took off he sort of moved his fingers against my leg. Just finding an excuse to touch me without the boys noticing. I think it’s kind of sweet the way he is.

“So Anderson,” Roger turned around in his seat shortly after take off to talk to me. I whipped my head in his direction to listen “What happened to that office job you couldn’t possibly leave?”

“I went to work and realized that I’d be having way more fun working for you guys.” I smiled at Rog who outstretched his hand for me to take. He squeezed it and let it go.

“We’re the funnest people you could have possibly found love.” Roger winked.

“‘Funnest’ isn’t a word and it isn’t all fun Roger,” Brian cut in without lifting his eyes from his magazine “and remember Miranda, that we’re still technically your bosses.”

Everyone’s expressions were just as confused as mine. Deaky looked especially shocked but Roger and Freddie seemed to have an idea why this was happening.

“Brian it’s not that serious. It’s just like old times. Miranda used to tour with us all the time and she still got the work done and then some. I don’t see the point in saying that we’re her ‘bosses’. It isn’t really like that.” Roger looked at Brian confused.

“But we are her bosses. We sign her paycheck.” Brian finally looked up from his magazine to look at me “and by ‘then some’ do you mean sleeping with everyone but Deaky after turning Freddie into a god damn wreck with her constant mood swings and damn near breaking us all up for good?”

I felt a tear prickle up at the edge of my eye listening to Brian talk about me the way he was. “I’m sorry you feel that way Brian but it takes two to tango and you didn’t seem to mind when it was you I was dancing with.”

I got up and left our row and started making my way to the back of the plane. I didn’t know what was back there but I would assume it was some sort of restroom and frankly I didn’t care what it was as long as I could get away from Brian. I heard muffled arguing from who I assumed to be Freddie and Brian before I felt more footsteps hurry behind me, I quickly found what I correctly assumed to be the restroom and slipped in but not before Freddie could slip in after me.

He shut the door behind him and looked me over “Darling I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect him to act this way.”

I looked Freddie in the eyes and wiped the few tiny tears away from my own. “I can’t be too mad at him. It’s not like I’m not guilty of what he’s accused me of.”

“Well fuck we’re all guilty in that shit show Miranda. I was fucking Prenter and god knows who else and you were fucking our friends and they were fucking you. We were all fucking people we shouldn’t have been fucking Love.” We both laughed at this and Freddie pulled me in close to him by my waist. “At least you can remember all the people you fucked because I certainly can’t.”

His forehead met mine as we laughed and he kissed the bridge of my nose. “At least out of all of this we can take advantage of the moment. Spend a quiet moment together before we have to go back out and I have to pretend I don’t want you like this anymore.” His eyes closed and his lashes brushed against mine.

“Freddie baby,” I started before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips “we don’t have to pretend if we dont want to.”

He returned my kiss before pulling away to look at me again “I think that with the way Brian is feeling right now we should try to lay low for a while.”

I whined while Freddie made his way up my neck with kisses and tiny bites.

“Don’t worry darling. It’ll be alright.” He breathed against my neck while he held my head to the side, still planting kisses and softly biting my neck and jaw.

“Baby,” I cooed into his ear “if you want me to lay low this isn’t the way to do it.”

Freddie held me by the throat now bringing his lips to mine again “Why Kitten, does this make you want me?”

I nodded.

“Too bad. We’d better get back before they get suspicious.” Freddie let go of my throat and kissed my nose one more time. “Your cheeks are a little red, is it too warm in here for you darling?”

“Shut up.” I laughed “Such a tease.” I followed Freddie out of the bathroom and back to our seats. Brian had put down his magazine and turned to face the opposite direction to sleep.

As we sat down Roger looked back at me with a thumbs up. I nodded and copied. Deaky reached behind the seat and squeezed my shoulder with a small smile, showing solidarity. I honestly felt bad that Brian felt that way about me but I know it wasn’t coming from a place of concern from the band. It’s because I hurt him. He was very much right about that.

Freddie silently reached over and held my hand in my lap while simultaneously laying his head down on my shoulder to sleep. I missed him, and despite Brian’s protest I’m incredibly happy I got on this plane.

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