#*walks shamefully up the stairs to lock myself in my room*

[beauleifu]

Syntax: *trying his best to flirt* Its okay, I don't bite~

Y/N: *scoffs, offended* Why not??

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Ultimate prom dream; Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I have yet another story for you all. In light of this whole quarantine and schools having been cancelled for the rest of the year, most of you out there have been denied some of the senior privileges such as Graduation and Prom. Well even though you guys couldn’t go to prom, I hope that at least this fic makes you feel like you ARE experiencing all the joys and wonders that senior prom has to offer (now personally my senior prom wasn’t all that good. In fact it was really the AFTER prom that was the best. Damn DJ WOULDN’T EVEN TAKE REQUESTS AT MY PROM WTF!!! But anyways that’s just my school prom)

But I hope this fic brings some of you HS seniors out there some comfort and you can imagine the perfect prom dream without all the drama lol. Hopefully soon I’ll come around and do a graduation fic. Enjoy my lovelies :)

Taglist:

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@plethora-of-things​

@ixchel-9275​

@simonedk​

@platawnic​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@geek-and-proud​

@queendeakyy​

@kairosfreddie​

@queensdivas​

_______________________________________________________________

*April 13th, 1974*

Well this is probably the worst day of my life.  My senior year prom is coming up and I already know I can’t go.  In fact no one can go.  Apparently we didn’t reach enough money from our last fundraiser and without any of that money, the school couldn’t afford to get the prom started.

“Hello (y/n), how was school?” my mum asked from the kitchen.

“It sucked!”

“Hey! Don’t use that kinda of language in this house young lady!”

“Whatever.” I muttered angrily as I stormed up the stairs and went straight to my room and slammed my door shut.  I threw myself onto the bed and just gripped my pillow close to my chest trying my best to hold in the tears.

Maybe I might be overreacting but this is the final dance of my entire high school career, and because of a damn fundraiser, I may never get to have that dream.  I’ve always dreamed about being the Princess of the ball, getting to hang out with my friends for one final time before we all graduate and go our separate ways, but it’s ruined!

I knew I couldn’t talk about this to mum and dad, they’d never get it.  And of course my younger sibling’s don’t understand the concept of a senior prom.  Maybe my older sister could help out, she got to have a senior prom after all, yeah I’ll talk to Ronnie.

So sneaking out of my bedroom window, I got onto the tree that stood right by my room and carefully climbed down the trunk before taking off running to the nearest bus stop to head over to my sister’s place.

After about a 15min. bus ride, I finally arrived in the district where my sister was currently living at.  I walked along the streets till I finally came by the apartment and entered inside. I greeted the doorman and the person at the front desk and headed on up to my sister’s floor.

Once I reached it, I walked along the hallway and took out the spare key she had made for me and the rest of the family (but it’s mostly me that usually goes to see her). I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hey Ronnie, I’m sorry to barge in like this but I really need to t—” that’s when I saw her and her boyfriend of one year John Deacon quickly pop up from behind the couch. They’re hair all messed up and I noticed that John’s collar was bunched up. “Wow okay sorry to bother you two. Guess I really did come at a bad time.”

“It’s okay (y/n). You—you can come on in. After all you did come all this way and I know you never do unless it’s either really important or you just wanna stir up trouble.” Ronnie said as she and John got themselves situated and adjusted themselves from their position.

“You sure? I don’t wanna disrupt anything.” I teased to which my sister glared at me threateningly (or so she thinks) and that’s when John said.

“Just get in here you little twerp.” I playfully stuck my tongue at him and walked on over and ruffled Deacy’s long hair.  He shoved my hand away as I came around the couch to sit on the chair.  Suddenly I felt myself being pulled into his lap and I was trapped in his arms.

“Oi! Let go John.”

“No I don’t think I will.” He pondered. “In fact I think you deserve a little punishment.”

“For what?!”

“You know the rules, no one but your sister can mess with these locks, and you’ve gone and broke that rule.”

“If you want to John, she’s very ticklish on her sides.” Ronnie said as she stood up.

“Ronnie!” I shrieked.

“Thank you my love.” Then before I could even struggle to get out, John proceeded to tickle my sides. I squirmed and tried to free myself from his grip but it was in vain. “Do you wish to surrender?”

“Yes! Yehehehehssss!!” I laughed through his devilish tickly fingers before he finally relented and I was left a panting mess. “How your little sister dealt with you I’ll never know.” He shrugged which made me chuckle.

Seriously, out of the boyfriends my sister’s had throughout the years (which were only just a handful), John Deacon was the one I could really see Ronnie settling down with. H’s sweet, kind, lets me and my younger siblings have a say in what’s what at the home.

He's respectful, and even though he’s currently part of the top rising band Queen, he still managed to get a degree (not to mention graduate with Honors) in electrical engineering, it shows that John has true character.  And yeah he was shy but I guess that’s why I’ve always liked him more than Ronnie’s previous boyfriends.  They weren’t arrogant or didn’t appear intimidating.

“So (n/n). What brings you all the way over here?” John asked me as he tucked some hair out of my face.

“And did you tell mum where you were going?” Ronnie asked me from the kitchen.

“Well……”

“Oh no. (Y/n) please tell me you didn’t sneak out again.” Before I could answer, the phone rang and Ronnie and I knew it had to be mum.  She sighed before racing over to it and answered it.

I turned to John who just looked at me shamefully and did the ‘shame on you’ motion with his index fingers.  I punched his shoulder while he gawked at me before trapping me in his arms once more but this time gave me a playful noogie instead of tickles.  I grumbled like a cat as I freed myself meanwhile Ronnie harshly shushed at us ordering us to be quiet.

John and I complied before looking at each other and quietly snickering to ourselves.

“Yes mum, okay yes. I’ll make sure to drop her back at home whenever she gets done with her visit here. Yes mum. I love you too, I’ll see you this weekend. Bye.” She hung up the phone before turning her harsh eyes at me. “You’re lucky I stick up for you all the time.”

“Yes I’m so blessed.” I teasingly praised as I rolled over on the couch hanging upside down to look at her.

“Then this better be an important visit otherwise I’ll tell mum that you snuck out through the tree again. Maybe this time dad will really cut that thing down.”

“No! Okay, fine. Fine.”

“Good. Now stand up straight and get your feet off the top of my couch.” She ordered me.  I sat up right before bringing my legs to my chest so that I could look at her all innocent like. “Don’t give me those kitten eyes of yours.”

“Oh come now Ronnie, you can be so harsh with her. Look at her all sweet and innocent.” John praised me as he cupped the side of my face and wrapped an arm around me.

“Trust me John, when she was younger she was a little trickster. And she still is. No wonder where Derek and Eric got their naughty behavior from.”

“Well believe it or not Ronnie I hadn’t even played a single prank in four months. And neither have the boys.”

“Just tell us why you’ve come all this way over here.” She said as she came back into the living room. At that point, my brain went back to the prom cancellation and I grew somber.

“You okay (n/n)?”

“Not if you don’t count the fact my senior year is officially over.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Ronnie asked me as she came up and sat beside me, while John scooted closer to me on the other side.

“The school’s cancelled the senior prom.”

“What?” she asked after a moment of silence.  I nodded sadly.

“Why did they choose to do that?” asked John.

“Well our school’s not like other schools that freely give out a prom. We have a spring fundraiser to see if we can reach a quota just to see if we can even afford to do a prom. If we do, the prom’s set in stone. If not, then the schoolboard just pulls the plug on the idea and the seniors get no fun finale farewell dance.”

“Well that is messed up.” He said.

“I know right!? How could they do this to us!? I mean we didn’t even make half the quota for the deadline. But they shouldn’t take it out on us that it rained that day!” I sighed heavily.  “Ron, can you tell me again what your senior prom was like?”

“You know you’ve heard my prom story over a hundred times, you would know it better than I would at this point.”

“I know. But—with no chance of me ever having a senior prom ever again, this’ll be the last time I ever get to imagine what my prom might be like.” She looked down at my with sympathy in her eyes before she turned to John and said.

“John, could you—give us a moment alone?”

“I’m out of here. Besides I’m late to meet the lads at rehearsal anyway. Hopefully, Roger hasn’t destroyed the studio just yet.” The three of us laughed.  John stood up and ruffled my hair before leaning down towards Ronnie and giving her a kiss goodbye.  “See you tomorrow night right?” he asked her.

“Hope the boys don’t keep you too late though.” Said Ronnie.  John smiled before walking out of the apartment.  As soon as the door shut, Ronnie wrapped an arm around me and she asked me, “What would you like to hear first?”

“I rarely asked you this, what was your dress like?” she smiled and then for the rest of the afternoon, she told me every single detail of her senior prom.

All the while I imagined my prom to be exactly how Ronnie described hers, now more than ever.

*John’s POV*

The next day in the studio I was with the guys thinking back to what (y/n) had said to Ronnie and I the other day.  Even though my prom wasn’t the best time of my life, to a young woman it’s different. (Y/n) really seemed to want to go to prom and be the ‘Princess of the ball’ as she claimed and now because of what the school said, she’s been robbed of it.

The one night where a girl could feel like a princess in a fairytale.  The final year to spend with her friends and just dance the night away.

“Deacy? Deacy? OI DEACON!!” I felt a drumstick hit my head and I proclaimed in pain.

“Ow!”

“Finally he speaks. You looked like you were miles away.” Roger’s voice spoke up.

“And you couldn’t have chosen the pillow to toss at me?”

“Too lazy to get up and get it.” He whined.  I rolled my eyes when I felt Freddie’s arm wrap around my shoulders.

“What’s got you so lost in thought that you stop working Deacy dear?”

“Sorry Freddie. Just—thinking about something that (y/n) said.”

“Ahhh our little mini-Tetzlaff. God it’s been so long since we’ve seen her. You should offer to bring her around more often.”

“So how is Veronica’s sister?” Brian asked.

“Well—not too good in recent events.”

“Uh-oh. What’s happened? Was it some arsehole little boy who needs to be taught some manners?” Freddie threatened.

“No nothing like that.”

“Is it her grades again? Cause I can offer my tutoring skills this time around.” Brian asked.

“Her grades are fine, and she’s fine with me tutoring her. You over-complicate things Brian.”

“Then what is it? C’mon we’re dying here!” Roger stated impatiently.

“Her school’s cancelled her prom.”

“WHAAAAAAAT!!?!?!?” Freddie screamed. “Oh my god this-this-this-this is……this is it. The apocalypse has officially begun! I already cleared my schedule this weekend to go dress shopping with her!? Mary’s planned out the best makeup plan for her!! Those fuckers!!”

“Fred. Freddie!” Roger stopped Fred’s rambling and pacing around the studio. “You’re rambling and hysterical right now.”

“Of course I’m hysterical darling! Our beloved mini-Ronnie has been denied every young girl’s dream to be a Princess at the ball!” Freddie snapped.

“Prom was never really my favorite thing my senior year of high school. Extremely awkward if I’m being honest.” Brian admitted.

“Well my prom was the best night of my life. Got to shag the Prom Queen just shortly after her coronation. Denise Williams, best night of my senior year.” Roger bragged.

“Isn’t that always the typical thing for the prom king to do?” I asked.

“Who said I was the prom king?” he let on as he brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag of it. Brian rolled his eyes as Roger grinned and exhaled his previous drag.

“Still it’s a crime! And I will not allow our sweet rock princess to be denied the one night she can truly shine! Deacy dear when are you seeing Veronica next time?”

“We’ve got lunch together on Friday.” I told him.

“Good. Then tell her to have (y/n) clear her schedule for Saturday, we’re going to go on a little shopping trip.”

“What have you got in mind Fred?” Brian asked suspiciously.

“The weekend that (y/n) has long desired for. Prom preparation. Here’s the plan my darlings.” Freddie gathered us in a circle and told us what he called ‘Operation: Prom Rescue’.

*My POV*

Finally the week was over and the weekend finally came.  I was still asleep in Ronnie’s guest room (I had asked my mom if it was okay to spend the night over at her place Friday night).  And I don’t know whether I was dreaming or what but I felt something poke my cheek.

I groaned and at first brushed whatever it was away.  But a second later I felt it again so this time I turned away from it and tried to hide myself under my blanket and pillow.  Slowly my consciousness was starting to stir but I refused to fully wake up, so I tried to relax my mind and hope that it would go back to sleep.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) dear~. Wakey, wakey darling.” Freddie? Since when did he come into my dreams? I groaned and tried to block out his voice cause otherwise it would wake me up again. Suddenly I felt cold air hit my bare feet and all it took was a single finger for me to let out a squeak as I tried to hide my foot back under the blankets.

But unfortunately both my feet were now pinned as the tickling continued.  I squirmed and tossed around as I tried to free my feet from whatever grasp they were in.  And if that wasn’t enough, I then felt two bodies just collapse on top of me.  No matter how many times I tried to wriggle or squirm my way out of the two bodies, they just gripped onto me and refused to let off.

Finally I was forced to open my eyes and when I looked up I had seen that smothering me were none other than Roger and Freddie, and at my feet John was the one holding down my ankles while Brian was the tickle torturer.

“She finally awakes.” Teased Roger as he bopped my nose.

“Why the hell did you guys wake me up? It’s Saturday.” I groaned tiredly.

“Oh come on dear don’t tell me you forgot what your sister told you. Remember our Saturday plans?” Freddie said as he adjusted himself and lay his head on my chest and looked right at me.

“But this early?” I turned to my clock and that’s when Roger said.

“It’s 10:35am lovie.”

“Exactly. And that’s early for a girl my age. Now get off of me you lot!”

“No I don’t think I want to, what do you say Roger dear?”

“Nope. I’m good right here. This is quite comfy.” Roger said as he snuggled up even closer to me. His head lying on top of mine while Freddie followed behind him and his head buried into the space between my shoulder blades.

“Oh my god you guys I swear!”

“Will you wake up then darling and come on the shopping trip? If not then Brian and Deacy are joining in.” Freddie threatened.

“Okay! Okay! Just get off me guys!” finally they released me and I finally sat up on the bed with the guys all sitting around me.

“Hey, your hair’s all sticking up.” Roger teased again as he tried to push my tangled hair down trying to tame it.  “Big (n/n) the human piece of toast.” I gave my best bitch face as he chuckled and ruffled my hair making it even more messed up.

“Rog!”

“Alright Roger leave her alone you overgrown golden retriever.” John said.

“At least I love her more than you do you prideful cocker spaniel!”

“Children please, you’re ruining the morning before the biggest shopping trip ever planned.” Freddie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah about this shopping trip, what is it about that you had to wake me up this early?” I asked him.

“Well truthfully (y/n) it’s sorta my fault. See, I had told the guys about your school cancelling your senior prom……” John started off before Freddie intervened and proceeded to say dramatically.

“Which is beyond a crime! First I am so sorry they did that to you and your friends. God senior prom was always my fantasy come true, sure I was picked on but look at me now. All those motherfuckers have to deal with a boring 9-5 job while I’m living the dream.”

“Fred.” Brian wheeled him back into the conversation.

“Right Brian sorry. So. That’s when my brain hatched an idea. We are going to give you the ultimate prom preparation ever!”

“Question though; why? I mean not that I’m not grateful that you’re willing to do this but…..prom’s cancelled. When would I ever wear the dress?”

“You see darling, the lads and I were devastated to hear that you were denied your senior prom.” Freddie explained as he took my hand and patted the back of it.

“By ‘we’ he mostly means him.” Brian pointed out bluntly.  Freddie glared at the curly haired guitarist before turning back to me,

“Anyways, we got together and on the day that you would’ve had your prom. We called in a favor of John’s and he agreed to allow us to rent out the Lakeside theater to allow you to have a full on prom experience.”

“What?” I said in awe. They all nodded and I hugged Freddie as tightly as I could. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you!” Freddie chuckled and embraced me back.

“You’re very welcome darling. Now get up and around. Cause our first time; dress shopping!” and with that the guys left my room while I quickly got around.

We drove to the ultimate shopping center for prom attire that London had to offer, Lucio Vanni Bridal and Couture shop.  We entered inside and Freddie quickly dragged me over to the prom dress section of the shop and already thousands upon thousands of options.

“Alright my darling, first thing’s first is do you prefer a long dress or short dress?”

“Well I’ve kinda imagined a long dress, but not like all the way down to my feet long, maybe just—mid calf or something.”

“Alright. Any type of color you had in mind for the perfect prom dress?” I shook my head.

“Surprise me.” At that point I heard Brian and John groan.  I turned to them confused unaware of Roger and Freddie grinning at each other and fist bumping each other. “What? What’d I say?”

“You should’ve gone with any color (y/n).” Brian said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Cause Rog and Fred have banded together to ransack every dress here just to see which would look best on you.”

“And thank you for doing that! Now you two can just shut up and sit down and leave the geniuses to work.” Roger said as both he and Freddie wrapped their arms underneath my pits in order for them to pick me up and whisk me away.  Maybe I should’ve just picked a random color.

I don’t know just how long it was, but Roger and Freddie continued to grab dress after dress of multiple colors and layers hoping that the perfect dress was there.  However no matter how many dresses we tried, no matter what color it was, it just didn’t seem to go well.

“Guys maybe we should just call it quits.” I said.

“What are you talking about?” Freddie flabbergasted.

“Maybe there is no right dress for me.”

“Now, now hold on. There is a dress for every girl out there and we are not giving up till we find it!” Freddie said as he shook my shoulders determinedly.

“Can we at least go get lunch Fred, it’s already half past noon?” whined John.

“No fucking way!”

“Brian, John, you guys can go and get some food. Cause honestly I’m getting hungry myself.”

“Thank you (y/n).” without hesitation, Bri and Deacy left the bridal shop.

“Non-romantics.” Grumbled Freddie. “Alright, back to business.”

I was now wearing an aquamarine dress that dragged down to the ground and the sleeves reminded me of Freddie’s and Brian’s white angel shirts (where it looks like the sleeves are wings).

“Oh I think that dress is beautiful.” Praised Freddie.

“But it’s too long.” I stated.

“Well nothing a little pinning up can’t do. Oh darling at least give this one a chance.”

“Hold it!” Roger proclaimed from the far end of the bridal shop.  He soon came running in holding up a satin salmon pink dress.  It was a spaghetti strap, it was long but not as long that it dragged on the ground, it looked to be about the ankles, maybe slightly higher.

“Oh my…..quickly darling get out of that dress and put this one on now!” Fred gave me the dress and pushed me back into the changing room.  It took a bit of time to get out of my current dress but when I finally did, I handed the dress back to one of the guys who took it while I put on the new dress.

After getting it on and zipped up, I stepped out of the dressing room and walked back towards the guys.  It was then I had noticed that Brian and John had returned from getting lunch and were handing Fred and Rog their lunches.  When the four bandmates turned to look at me, Freddie dropped his bag and was looked at me with awe.

“Oh my…….(y/n) darling.”

“Does it look good?”

“You are—there are no words to describe you right now.” Freddie gushed as he came up to me and escorted me to the room of mirrors so that I could see myself in the dress. And when I saw myself I couldn’t even believe it.  “And thanks to my lovely Mary who so kindly agreed to work out your hair and makeup for next week, you are gonna look like the bell of the ball. Well my darlings, what do you think of our lovely Mini-Ronnie?”

Roger who had a small grin on his face came up without saying a word before taking my hand and giving me a playful twirl before dipping me softly.

“If I were ten years younger, I’d be fighting tooth and claw at a chance to ask you to the prom.”

“Yeah just so you could cheat on her with the prom Queen?” Brian said smugly.

“As if Brian. I’d never leave this girl’s side.” He set me back up and I playfully slapped his arm as I chuckled shyly.

“Please, she’s got Veronica’s common sense. She’d clearly stay away from some boy like you.” John said.

“Yeah, and go for the shy but wild types like you Deacy dear.” Teased Freddie.

“The point is (y/n), you look beautiful.” Brian said as he took my hand and gave a kiss to the back of it.  I blushed and thanked them.

After buying the dress and finally leaving the bridal shop, Freddie and I alone went into a nearby shoe store to purchase the perfect flats that would go with the dress (cause let’s be honest here, heels are the WORST).  Thankfully, it didn’t take as long to get the shoes as it did for the dress.

Next stop was to meet Mary at BIBA during her break so that she could try out a few hairstyles as well as makeup for my ‘prom’ look.  We met in the back room where she closed off the blinds and as Freddie was ranting on about what he could imagine, Mary was gathering all the makeup supplies together.

“Okay Freddie, I’ll take it into consideration.”

“But Mary darling I’m not finished yet.”

“Well I’ve only got about 10 more minutes of my break left and I don’t think I can do it all in time. Just step on out and let (y/n) and I take it from here.” She said as she gently pushed her boyfriend out from the room before closing the curtains back up. “So sorry about that (y/n).”

“Hey if my sister’s gonna end up marrying Deacy one of these days, might as well get used to it, right?”

“Well he can sometimes go a bit over the top, especially if it’s something like this. I mean I love the man but he can be a bit much at times.”

“I HEARD THAT!!!” Mary and I softly giggled before she came up to me and said.

“Okay let’s see now,” she lifted my chin up and looked over my face.  I could see the gears shifting in her head. “Hmm…..okay, yeah. I think I might know where to start.” She then picked up the main foundation and said, “May I?” I nodded and she opened up the lid and rubbed the sponge against the powder before putting it on my face.

As she worked on my face putting on the main powder before she reached over for the eye liner and she said.

“Okay eyes closed.” I closed my eyes as she put the eye liner on.  “You and Veronica have such innocent features. It makes it so much easier to find the proper foundation. And it really makes your faces bright up even more.”

“I mean sure for my sister. But for me I’m not sure. I hate putting on makeup but my mum says I should.”

“Every girl is different. But it does make you even more beautiful when you do have makeup on.” She said as she did the other eye.  “Okay now for the eye shadow. Thankfully with the color of the dress we can go with a variety of choices, but I’ve got the perfect shade in mind.” I then felt her dab around my eye lids as she put on the eye shadow.

After that she told me to open my eyes and look up as she now began putting on the mascara.  Oh god I always hated putting on this thing.

“Don’t blink (y/n).” she warned me.

“I’m sorry but I can’t keep my eyes open for that long.”

“Just give me about five seconds and I’ll let you blink for a bit before I do the next eye.” She did about three more flicks with the mascara wand before finally allowing me to blink rapidly.

“God I really hate those things!”

“I know but it’ll be worth it in the end. You ready for the other eye?” after getting a few rapid blinks I nodded and she proceeded to do the other eye.  Once that was done, I felt something tickle my cheeks softly which made me giggle as it tickled.  “That tickle?”

“A little, what is that?”

“A blush brush.” She continued to apply the blush onto my cheeks before finally finishing it off with some lipstick before she told me, “Alright, you can open your eyes now.” I opened them and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I—I was beautiful. The foundation was even, the blush was just enough to give my cheeks a bit of color, the eyeliner made my eyes pop out, the lipstick color that she had chosen was a nice neutral pink color.

It wasn’t too bland that it would blend in with my lips but it also wasn’t as extravagant that it made my lips puff out.  It was a nice happy medium, and the eye shadow blended well together.  I basically looked like a real princess now.

“What do you think?”

“Mary I—I love it. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.” I praised as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me back and said.

“You’re welcome. Now unfortunately we won’t have time to do a full hairdo but what did you imagine your hair to look like?”

“Well, I always thought waves were beautiful to look at. But I don’t know if I could ever pull them off.”

“I believe you could.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. In fact why don’t I come over to your sister’s on my day off on Tuesday and we can try it out? As soon as you get done with school?”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you again Mary.”

“It’s no trouble (y/n).”

“Mary darling. I respect the art of makeup more than anyone but may we please see our Prom Queen now?” Freddie’s voice sung out from the other side of the curtain.  Mary and I giggled softly and she said.

“We’ll be right out Freddie.” She guided me out from the curtains and when the guys saw me, they went full on with the compliments just like they did back at the bridal shop.

It was a long day but everything was put into place.  I was basically ready for my ‘makeup prom’ next weekend and as Mary promised, she and my sister Ronnie both worked together on that upcoming Tuesday on the perfect hairstyle for me.

Finally the big day had arrived.  Ronnie helped me get ready at around 3pm and the guys would pick me up at around 4:30. With my sister’s help, I was finally all dressed up just like I had pictured myself at my senior prom.

“Oh baby sister, you look absolutely beautiful.” She praised me as she finished up my hair.

“I can’t thank you and the guys for doing this for me. It—really means a lot to me Ronnie.”

“Well like Freddie’s told you, it’s a crime to let a young girl miss out on her senior prom. Especially a certain someone who’d always want to hear about their older sister’s prom nonstop since they began secondary school.” She teased the last part at me.

“I was wanting to prepare myself for it. Cause literally these past several years of secondary school have really flown by and already I’m close to graduating and going onto University.”

“I know. And we are all so proud of you.” she said as she rubbed my arms lovingly.  It was then we heard a very unique knock at the door. The kind of knock that only a drummer would make on his drums.  We both looked at each other knowingly before she said.

“You can come in Roger, she’s decent.” The door opened and soon coming in was the entire band dressed up in semi-formal attires.  John wearing a black button up shirt with small red dots scattered all over it like stars in the sky, a blue velvet overcoat and black pants.  Freddie wore a black long sleeves shirt with a white scarf draped over his neck, white pants and I noticed that his right hand had black fingernail polish.

Brian wore a white button up shirt with a black overcoat and dark grey pants, white Roger wore a rainbow stripped glittering jacket, black pants, and his brown shades.

“Oh my god (y/n) darling. You look absolutely beautiful!” praised Freddie with a clap.

“All thanks to you guys.” I said.

“See, I knew we’d find the perfect dress for you. Didn’t I tell you your fairy godmother wouldn’t let you down?” I giggled softly when Roger spoke up.

“I picked out the dress in case you forgot.”

“Details Roger.” Brian rolled his eyes before coming up to me and he said holding up a small food container.

“Deacy and I managed to find a corsage at the last minute, hope you like it.”

“Oh Brian I love it, it’s beautiful. Now—isn’t there a tradition that goes along with it?”

“Yes. Well typically the man would put this on his lady friend before heading to the prom.” He said as he opened it up and held it in his hands.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me get my camera!” Ronnie shouted as she quickly ran to grab her camera, meanwhile John got his out and prepped his.

“I call dibs on the first picture with the Prom Queen!” Freddie raised his hand.

“No way Fred I want first pictures!” Roger argued.

“Uhh no Roger dear it’s only fair for Cinderella to be standing by her fairy godmother.” As Roger and Freddie proceeded to argue over each other, I saw John direct Brian and I to stand together in front of loveseat that stood by the window.  

Brian and I stood together before John came up and turned me around so that my back would be up against Brian’s front and he told Brian to wrap his arms around me.  He made any final adjustments that needed to happen whether it was the brush a strand of my hair aside, adjusting the satin pink shawl around me, or how Brian should hold me.  

When it was done, Ronnie came back and John said it was perfect as he backed up to stand by her side and the two of them pressed their cameras up to their eyes.  Soon pictures were being taken and already Freddie and Roger proclaimed as soon as they stopped fighting.

“NO FAIR!!!”

“Sorry guys. Then you shouldn’t have been fighting otherwise you would’ve gotten your shot.” John sassed at them after taking two more shots.

“Well then I call dibs on the next photo shoot!” Freddie huffed.

“Sorry Fred, that right goes to me.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yep, then of course we need one of the two sisters together. Then you and Roger can go.”

“Aww that’s not fair!” Roger whined as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After awhile the photoshoot was finally done and that’s when the guys told me it was time to head out.

“Now you remember, be home by 11 o’clock.” Ronnie told me.

“You know Cinderella got till midnight right?”

“Well Cinderella didn’t come from a Catholic family. Home by 11pm, otherwise mum will have my head.”

“Alright Ronnie.”

“Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She said as she hugged me.

“No worries Veronica dear we’ll take good care of her.” Freddie said as he wrapped his arm around me. We bid my sister goodbye as we left the apartment and headed down the stairs for the parking garage to head onto the Lakeside theater.

We didn’t get there till about sunset (so it was about a hr. and 45min drive thanks traffic!) but we arrived in one piece.

“Now Freddie I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while, is this whole thing just for me or—” he pressed his index finger to my lips as he shushed me gently.

“Spoilers darling.” He said with a wink.  Roger put the car in park and we all piled out of the car.  Already I could see some pink, black and white balloons taped to the front doors.  We entered the theater and there were signs pointing towards the direction of the main stage where the prom was set up.

We soon arrived at a pair of double doors and I could see it was dark with some lights flashing inside and music booming.  John and Roger stood in front of me as Freddie said.

“My dear (Y/n) Tetzlaff. Welcome to your senior prom.” It was then John and Roger opened the doors and inside I was given the surprise of my life.

Not only was the place decorated front head to toe in my all-time dream theme ‘Starry Night’, but it turns out I wasn’t alone.  I could see that my entire senior class were all inside chatting, dancing or getting some snacks or punch.

I was—actually there weren’t any words to describe how I felt.  But one word if I HAD to pick was—happy.  This was exactly like I’d imagine my perfect prom to be.

“(Y/n)! Oi (y/n) over here!” I saw sitting at a nearby table a group of my closest friends that I’ve been friends with since primary school.  I turned to the guys and they wordlessly gestured for me to go join my friends.  I picked up the end of my dress before quickly racing forward to join my friends.

*John’s POV*

We didn’t do so bad. Thanks to Veronica, we had managed to call up some of (y/n)’s closest friends and tell them that a special prom was being made for the senior class of 1974.  Then I guess word just spread fast like wildfire amongst her peers cause soon enough I was told her entire class had shown up.

Watching (y/n) race off to join her friends, I knew we had done a good thing.  She was finally getting the prom of her dreams.

“Not bad.” I said with a soft smile.

“I’d say this was your best planning yet Fred.” Said Brian.

“Good to know, now then my darlings let’s get ready to perform for these kids. They’re gonna need some live entertainment, and who better than her royal majesties themselves?” we all then headed down towards the basement where our tour costumer had put our performing clothes at for this gig.

*My POV*

As the night went on, my friends and I were all talking, getting some food or dancing our hearts out to the hottest rock music out there.  After dancing and singing along to Elton John’s ‘Crocodile rock’ the music suddenly turned off and lights suddenly went black.

Everyone was either complaining or getting scared of what was going on.

“You guys know what’s happening here?” my bestest friend Mikaela asked.

“I don’t know.” Answered Sasha.

“Don’t give me a line.” Said Derek.

“No clue girl.” Said Courtney.

“(Y/n) do you?” asked Dylan.  But before I could answer, a familiar intro to a song began playing through the speakers. That sorta electric keyboard intro before the sounds of a guitar and drums slammed down.  Some of the girls who were in the more popular crowd seemed to recognize the opening that was playing cause next thing I knew they were screaming with joy and praise.

Soon Freddie’s voice soon rang throughout the theater as the lights suddenly came back on and there on the stage stood Queen in the very outfits they wore when they performed at the Rainbow theater just a month ago.

A word in your ear, from father to son Hear the word that I say I fought with you, fought on your side Long before you were born

Kings will be crowned,

The word goes around From father to son, to son

As Queen continued to sing “Father to son” my entire class cheered and applauded as they all now gathered as close to the stage as they could while I couldn’t help but stare up at those miraculous boys.

I mean these guys are just—not only did they give me the prom of my dreams but now here they are performing for a bunch of Secondary catholic seniors.  The biggest smile spread across my face as I tried to hold back my tears of gratitude and happiness while I watched Freddie light up the stage, Brian and Roger playing their instruments as loud and graceful as they could, and John elegantly playing his bass.  After the song ended, Freddie said into the microphone.

“Ahh yes thank you. Thank you, you lovely young darlings. You all having a good prom night?” my class cheered loud and proud. “And truthfully I think I might’ve seen some of you youngins at some of our shows? How many of you have been to a Queen show?” about half of my class raised their hands and cheered. “Well then for those of you that haven’t, buckle the fuck up.”

I chuckled while my class all laughed at Freddie’s cheekiness.

“Oh sorry probably shouldn’t curse. Forgive me father of my sinful tongue.” He said as he made the cross over himself before chuckling almost evilly. “Now then, this next song is a real head banger. If you know the words then sing along, cause now we’re going from the prom to the battle field. This is Ogre Battle.”

The lights went dark again as Freddie disappeared from the spotlight and only the echo of Brian’s red special pierced the theater as my class all cheered.  Green lights soon circled around the stage, before finally the song picked up.

I went up closer to my friends who had managed to get all the way up to the stage as Freddie did his thing on stage.  I watched mesmerized by Queen’s sound and their presence.  Having been to Queen’s shows a multitude of times (kinda one of the perks when your sister is dating the bass player), I didn’t need to cheer or scream my head off, because I more interested in just seeing the four of them become really involved with their music.

Sure they may not be as overly popular yet like the Beatles, Elton or Bowie but I knew need down that Queen were going to get there soon.  Maybe by the end of this year, maybe the year after who knows.  But just seeing them literally just having fun on stage in their pre-blossomed state was an honor to see.

After several more songs from both Queen and Queen II, they had just gotten done playing ‘Great King Rat’ which and I quote Freddie.

“Now this song, is dedicated to a certain person you all might be thinking right about now. How many of you love your school board for what they tried to take from you.” I remember hearing the utter disgust and rage from all the seniors as they hissed and booed. “He-eh-eh didn’t think so. This one is called Great. King. Rat!”

Brian had just gotten done with his solo for ‘Son and Daughter’ which gave Freddie a chance to change into the tight skinned black attire and they continued on with the second act.  They performed my favorite song “Liar” before moving onto the final songs they had which were their version of “Big Spender”, then they surprised us with the king of Rock and Roll himself as they performed “Jailhouse rock”.

All my friends and I got together and danced our hearts out.  It was then I felt a tap at my shoulder and there stood my friend since 2nd year and recently secret crush Cameron Boyce.

“Care to dance with me?” he asked me.  My heart sped up even faster but I nodded and took his hand and he led me further out along the dancefloor as the two of us rocked out to the second chorus.  The two of us danced together and he even spun me around and just let the music take control of us.

When Freddie allowed us to take over the show at the end by singing the ‘dancin to the Jailhouse rock’ mantra, my entire class all cried out the words while Freddie praised us and led us in a clap.  After the song was over, Queen did a final rock out bang and when it was all over, we all cheered, clapped and whistled.

“Thank you everyone, you’ve been a lovely young audience for us. Right now, to close this year’s Saint Maria’s Catholic senior prom. We the members of Queen would like to make a special crowning to this years Prom Queen.”

Oh great here we go. I didn’t even think we were doing this, of course I knew who would make Prom Queen.  Mary-Elizabeth Jane has been wanting this moment since Year 3.  She always bragged about how she was always more prettier, richer and most likely to win Prom Queen.

“Now this was a no brainer. Because after all without this one special lady, there wouldn’t be any of this.” Wait what? “She’s dedicated, hardworking, and I know she is going places. So please put your hands together for this year’s Prom Queen, (Y/n) Tetzlaff!”

The spotlight soon shined down on me and everyone began clapping for me.  I could see my friends cheering and whistling at me as Freddie gestured me to come onto the stage.  I smiled shyly and walked towards the stage.  Brian kindly helped me walk up the side stairs till I was up on center stage.

Roger then came out holding the Prom Queen tiara and he placed it on top of my head while John and Freddie came in with the Prom Queen sash and a giant bouquet of red roses. John placed the sash over me before giving me a kiss on the cheek and bopping my nose while Freddie handed me the bouquet and kissed both my cheeks.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the senior class of 1974, give it up for your new Prom Queen!” Brian spoke into his microphone.  My peers continued to cheer for me and I turned to the guys who all nodded or winked at me as they applauded too.

Okay I know I’ve said this a lot, and I know I’m repeating myself but damnit I’ll say it again. This was my prom dream come true.

After the prom was scheduled to be over, either parents or my peers all walked back to their cars to head on home.

“Congrats on becoming Prom Queen (y/n). You really deserved it.” Cameron said to me.

“Thanks Cam, and trust me I didn’t bribe the guys to do it.”

“No worries. Like I said, you deserved it. And it was cool that you got to have Queen perform for our Prom. Never did I think I’d get to have an up and coming band sing at our prom, especially one that is unique as Queen.”

“I have a feeling they’re gonna really hit the big times soon.”

“No question.” The two of us smiled at each other before looking away trying to avoid eye contact. It was then a car honk was heard and Cam looked up. “So……I’ll see you Monday then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.” I nodded.  He then raced off towards the car and got into it before it drove off.  As I walked back towards the guys, they all looked at me with knowing grins as Freddie asked me.

“And just who was that?”

“That was Cameron. He’s a friend.”

“He is?!” he exclaimed. “Is it kissy staged yet?” he blurted out like he wanted to know a dark secret.

“No Freddie, he’s just my long time best friend.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s exactly what our Deacy said when he first started seeing your sister.” Freddie teased as he poked John’s cheek.  John slapped his hand away as we all piled in the car, all the while each one of them interrogating me on the deats on Cameron and I’s relationship.

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part II/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

Tags:

The mysterious disappearance of Natasha Romanoff: @shirukitsune

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language.

A/N: lucky me, when I told you guys to choose a number from 1 to 12, 12 was the second choice. 12 was also the second part of this fic. I wasn't planning on starting this series so soon but meh, here it goes.

Part I

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

The steering wheel gripped, my jaw clenched.

"it's Natasha. She... Dissappeared"

I drove at full speed until I reached my building, and, once I exited my car, I made a beeline through the lobby to reach the elevator.

"it's Natasha."

I entered in my apartment and tossed the bag I had been carrying all the goddamn way to there. My door wasn't even locked before I kicked off my heels and started to unbutton my blouse.

"she... dissappeared"

All my clothes, one by one, had been discarded all over the hall on the way to my bedroom.

I let my body fall over my soft mattress, warm blanket and cozy pillows. I was so tired and my bed was so comfy.

It had been a long ass day.

My boyfriend refused to talk to me after the fight we had had; I argued with my boss and Wanda, my secretary and bestfriend got caught in the crossfire; I had to do a whole tone of work, and when I got out of the building, those two fuckers were there.

They had the nerve to come to my work place.

They had the nerve to come to me.

Natasha dissappeared, they had said.

And I didn't know why I couldn't get it out of my mind, because it couldn't be the first time something like that happened in their gang. They hadn't needed my help before, therefore, they didn't really need my help now.

No, it was a lame excuse to... God knows what.

I really could use some sleep, so I closed my eyes and let my body relax as my mind drifted off.

It's Natasha.

She... dissappeared.

I woke up after around three or four hours of tossing and turning due to the redhead's face coming to me every single time I started to doze.

Her eyes, her laugh, her smirk, her ferocity when she defended someone she cared about, when she defended me. All those moments in the bar she listened to my problems, all those times she sided with me even if that meant argue with her friends.

"what the hell?" I rhetorically inquired to myself, taking my hands to the sides of my head. "they got this handled, for fucks sake." I reminded myself "Stop overthinking"

A moment of silence, in which it seemed to me as if I was going to finally resume my sleep.

"fuck."

I left the bed and grabbed a clean outfit from the chair in my besides my desk. Ten minutes later I was heading out with my car keys and my phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You planning on letting me in?"

"are you gonna come in or...?"

Bucky and I spoke at the same time, which created an even more awkward situation. He moved aside for me to enter before the vibes were unbearable.

Once I had gotten in, I turned left and went upstairs, where I knew the living room was. "I saw Sam in the balcony." I informed him. "are the rest here?"

"Some of them, yeah" the brunette replied, walking upstairs right behind me. "we've been trying to figure out a way to solve this."

To solve what exactly? I had no idea.

Just like I had no idea of how they could possibly need my help, and, most importantly, how the fuck I could help.

The first person I saw when I entered was Steve. He was sitting by the window in the largest couch, which wasn't that large. Besides him was Rhodey, who gave me a grateful smile that spoke by itself.

Sam got in the room accompanied by Clint who seemed to be complaining about something, until he saw me. "Holy fuck." He then stopped dead in his tracks, with disbelief in his gaze.

"Hey Barton" I greeted him with the most sincere smile that I could find in myself, which sure wasn't a great one.

But honestly, could they blame me?

"Hey Y/l/n" his voice spoke the astonishment he felt more than his words did. "Holy fuck." He repeated, which teared a chuckle from me.

"Okay" I spoke after a moment of uncomfortable silence, at least for me "so... is someone-"

Hesitant steps were heard coming from the third floor, and I turned around, waiting for whoever else was in the house. The rest turned to the stairs too, but they knew who was going downstairs.

"Buck, is that Y/n's car?" the brunette, green-eyed girl had been making her way to us until she saw me standing mid-way between the living room and the hall. "oh my God."

Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister, didn't think twice before stalking into the room in my direction before crashing against me in a hug, which I instantly returned.

"I missed you so damn much" her whisper was muffled by my jacket. "oh my fucking God."

A smile tugged the corner of my lips "missed you too Becca" I pulled away, just to properly see her. "You look different"

"I chopped my hair off" she stated proudly, as if I hadn't noticed the most obvious thing of her change of style.

"looks great"

One of the boys cleared his throat and I remembered we weren't alone.

"okay" I spared Rebecca one last smile before walking towards the boys. "someone explain what happened. Like" I gave them all a warning look. "I want an actual explanation, not just one dramatic statement." My eyes landed on Steve, who had already his eyes shamefully fixed on the ground.

"C'mon Becs"

Becs.

No one would call Rebecca Becs apart from Bucky. No one was allowed too, because Rebecca hated it, except when Bucky said it.

When I first came to know about how it started with her older brother teasing her, it seemed so adorable to me, yet so hilarious.

I looked over my shoulder to peek at Bucky, whose hand was on Rebecca's back to guide her out of the room.

"I wanna know what happened too" she complained in lower voice, almost pleading her older brother with her jade eyes. "Nat's my family too."

Bucky denied "we talked 'bout it Becs. 'M sorry" what happened next, for some reason, shocked me and confused me at the same level.

Bucky glanced at Barton and gave him an almost imperceptible nod, right before leaving her sister and shutting the door behind him.

"Natasha was spying on someone" the dirty blonde man spoke. "She'd been for a while and-"

"who?"

"it's better if you don't know" I scoffed. "she would call us twice a day."

"until she didn't" I finished his explanation. "why was she spying on that someone"

"we owed a favor" Sam joined the conversation with that short and vague statement.

"to whom?" I questioned with my arms crossed over my chest.

"we can't tell you." Steve's words made me lose the one bit of patience that I had left in my body after a sleepless night and an stressful morning. "we really can't."

I tried to cool down before speaking, still, my words came out sharp and tense, and just a bit frustrated. "why am I here? Where's the rest?" they exchanged a couple of hesitant looks. "why. Am. I. Here."

"Y/n" Rhodey's voice was careful and worried as he meticulously measured his words. "we really need your help. We have nothing else, no one else, but we're gonna need you to trust us."

My humorless, sarcastic laugh was accompanied by a scoff, which made it sound even more dramatic. "that's not happening." shaking my head no, I turned around to leave.

I was rushing down stairs when I heard Bucky’s voice. "Y/n, wait" for some reason I didn't acknowledge, I did wait. "where are you going?"

"home." I bitterly stated. "I don't even know why I came in first place"

" 'cause you got a gut feeling" he walked downstairs when he was sure I wouldn't leave immediately. "and 'cause Nat's important to you."

He leaned against the corner of the wall, waiting for me to say something.

"why the hell did you leave the room?"

It was obvious that my question took him by surprise. "uhm" a frown made its way to his confused gaze. "I thought it'd be better if I wasn't there."

If you didn't have to see me, his blue eyes said.

"this is your house"

"I don't want to make it to make it more difficult than it already is" he shrugged, fidgeting with one of his rings. "I already fucked it up at the parking lot and--"

"Bucky" I pinched my nose, feeling the headache that would come sooner rather than later. "I didn't even know they were here" I clarified. "I came to see you"

His confusion grew in his face as he pushed himself off the wall with questioning eyes. "I mean-- why?"

"you said it." the car keys that I had picked out of my pocket while I traveled downstairs, returned to their original place. "I got a gut feeling. A bad one." I looked through the small window besides me. "You told me I was your only option. I came here 'cause I wanna help." he pressed his lips in a thin line. "I came for you to tell me what's happening, but no one tells me anything."

Silence.

"Bucky, I can't help if I don't know what's happening."

More silence.

"And y'all can't ask me to trust you." that was an actual warning, and he understood. "so either you tell me or--"

He walked towards me and reached behind my back to grab what I knew was his leather jacket and gloves, which he always kept on the hall besides the main door.

I spun ninety degrees and moved aside for him to have it easier to put his jacket on. "here" he handed me what used to be my bike helmet and grabbed his own.

"Where we going?" I inquired, making my way side by side with him towards his garage, already zipping up my leather jacket.

"Need a coffee." He replied climbing on the bike. "a good one. What 'bout you?"

He was already putting his helmet on, and I took it as a queue to hop on top of the back seat of his bike. "I could use one, yeah" I mimicked his previous action and, when I heard the engine, I secured myself by holding onto him.

"we'll talk while we have that coffee, okay?"

"Sure" I agreed, right before the bike took off at an insane speed, which made me hold onto him tighter.

Maybe, just maybe, I missed it a little.

[highfivecalum]

Regret

Pairings: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

Here’s part 4 of Cocky this might be the last part but if requested I’ll make a part 5 :))

Taglist: @thewackywriter

-

Calum: You’re coming tonight right?

I told you I would 

Calum: Promise?

You laughed at his text and rolled your eyes.

I promise.

You usually hated the fraternity parties, but ever since you and Calum had gone on a few dates and texted each other nonstop, you didn't mind going anymore, because you knew he would be there. So, for once, you were actually looking forward to the party.

You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, so you opted for a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and Vans. You didn’t want to overdo it like every other girl in the frat house that’s trying to impress everybody. You slung your purse over your shoulder and turned your bedroom light off before meeting Stephanie in the living room.

“Ready to go?” She asked not even bothering to look up from her phone.

“Yep.” You locked your apartment door behind you and made your way to the frat house. The walked wasn’t long, ten minutes tops, and it was a nice night out, so neither of you minded walking.

The party was in full force when you arrived since you were an hour late, so you weren’t surprised to see empty red SOLO cups on front lawn and drunk idiots scattered around everywhere. Once you were inside, you made your way to the kitchen and saw your friend group, most of who were already drunk.

“It’s about time!” Luke shouted over the music, greeted you with a hug, and handed you a drink. You smelled it, recognizing it as a Jack and Coke, and took a long sip of it. Ashton did the same with Stephanie but greeting her with a kiss on the lips and handing her a beer. 

“It’s Y/N’s fault. She took too long getting ready.”

Michael smirked. “Trying to impress a certain someone?”

“No. I’m not trying to impress anybody.” You rolled your eyes at his remark, but blushed a little bit. They all knew about you and Calum and they knew you liked him a lot, so they liked to tease you about it. “Speaking of which- have you seen Calum anywhere?”

“I saw him a little bit before you got here, but I don’t know where he is now.” Ashton told you. “He might be in his room.”

You stayed put for a few more minutes, talking with your friends, and pouring yourself another drink. A whole hour passed and you still hadn't seen Calum. You frowned and started making your fourth drink. You could feel the alcohol in your veins and you were getting annoyed about not seeing Calum yet. He was the main reason you even attended the party.

“I’m gonna go find Cal,” you yelled to Stephanie over the music and she gave you a thumbs up in return.

You weren’t sure why Calum hadn’t tried to find you yet. The two of you talked nonstop, even FaceTimed a lot, and had been on three dates, so you figured that he liked you just as much as you liked him, but maybe you were wrong.

You looked around the crowded house and huffed when there was no sign of him. You made your way upstairs and walked down the hallway, drink in hand, as you approached Calum’s bedroom. Without knocking, you swung the door open, and almost cried at the sight. 

There, in all his glory, Calum Hood doing what he does best. In nothing but a pair of boxers with a girl, that wasn’t you, nearly naked on his lap. You dropped your drink, the cup cracking in half, and booze spilling everywhere. Calum’s eyes shot up from the girl to you and his eyes widened.

“Un-fucking-believable.” 

“Shit.” He carelessly pushed the girl off of his and stood up quickly. “Y/N.”

Your eyes pricked with tears and you ran out of his bedroom before he could see that you were crying. Crying because of him. You should have listened to all of your friends when they told you not to trust him.

Once you were downstairs and running through the crowd of people to get out of the house, your friends spotted you and called you over, not knowing that you were crying. They looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces as they watched you bolt out of the house.

You choked out a sob once you were outside, alone, and breathing in the fresh air. You sat on the steps of the house and tried to catch your breath before you walked back to your own apartment. You quickly wiped the tears away, although it was no help, since they were endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

“Y/N!” Calum’s voice rang in your ears and you shot up from the stairs. Without looking at him, you walked away and hoped to God that he would leave you alone. But, alas, he didn’t. He caught up to you quickly and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking any further. You spun around and yanked your wrist out of his grip. His face fell when he saw your bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

“What Calum?” You spat at him.

“I-I’m sorry.” He stuttered, taking aback at your cold tone.

You laughed humorlessly. “You’re sorry? Really? That’s all you're going to say?”

“Look, I just- I’m drunk and I missed you and I didn’t think you were coming and she was there. And it just happened.”

“I promised you that I was coming, Calum, and unlike you, I keep my promises.” Calum stood silent he didn’t know what to say because he knew you were right. This wasn’t the first time he fucked up and he was sure, that this time, you wouldn’t forgive him. “Tell me this; if I hadn’t walked in when I did, would you have fucked her?”

“Y/N-”

“It’s a yes or fucking no answer, Calum.” 

He sighed heavily and shamefully nodded his head yes. “Yeah. I would have.”

“That’s what I thought.” You scoffed at him and yourself. Him for being such a dick and yourself for trusting him, even when everybody told you not to. You tried to walk away, but once again, Calum grabbed your arm to stop you. “Let me go, Calum.”

“Y/N, please just listen to me.”

“I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit excuse you’re going to try to feed me.” You tried to yank your arm away, but his grip tightened. “Let me fucking go. I want to go home.”

“Y/N-”

“Is everything okay?” You were interrupted by Dylan, the guy who was in your class, that Calum made switch seats, and Calum instantly dropped your wrist.

“Everything is fine,” Calum answered for you.

“I wasn’t asking you. I was asking, Y/N.”

You backed away from Calum and wiped the one stray tear away. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks Dylan.”

He nodded his head, not fully believing you, but walked away anyway. As Calum watched Dylan walk away, you took advantage of that and quickly started walking away from him and the frat house and this time, he didn’t try to stop you. 

The walk to your apartment was a blur and once you unlocked the door you stumbled inside and dropped your phone and purse by the door. You didn’t bother locking it, just going straight for the freezer to grab a bottle of vodka, and plopped yourself down on the couch. You laughed bitterly at the familiarness of the situation and honestly, you felt pathetic. 

You chugged as much of the vodka as you could without throwing up and slammed it down on the coffee table before laying down on the couch and passing out with your clothes and makeup on. You willed yourself not to cry anymore, but the last thing you remember before falling asleep was crying and staining your white throw pillow with your eye makeup.

-

“Y/N/N.” You felt your body being shaken and you groaned. Your head was pounding, once again from a mixture of crying and alcohol. You reluctantly opened your eyes and saw Stephanie sitting on the coffee table with a very concerned expression on her face. 

“Hey.” You mumbled against the pillow and closed your eyes again. All you wanted to do was go back to sleep and try not to think about Calum and what he did. You wanted to throw up just thinking about it. Or maybe throw up from the amount of alcohol you chugged right before you fell asleep.

“Are you okay?” Stephanie whispered. “We saw you running out of the house and then saw Calum frantically looking around and running after you. Luke and I went outside to try and find you, but you weren’t there.”

You sat up, wincing in the process, and held your head in your hands. You shook your head and admitted to Stephanie that you most certainly were not okay. “No. I’m not.”

“What happened babes?”

“I went to find Calum and when I walked into his room and I-I saw him- he was hooking up with some girl and if I hadn’t walked in they would’ve fucked and I-I just thought that he had changed, you know? I thought he actually cared about me.” You laughed humorlessly and Stephanie’s frowned deepened.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry.” Stephanie wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled your body into hers, squeezing the life out of it as you cried into her neck. 

You didn’t want to cry over him, but you couldn’t help it. You had gotten to know one another and you talked almost every hour of the day, and you thought he cared about you enough to not hook up with anybody else, but clearly, you were wrong. And clearly he didn’t know how to keep a promise to save his life.

You checked the time on your phone that Stephanie had picked up from the floor and cursed. “Shit. I promised Mikey I would go to lunch with him today. I only have thirty minutes to get ready.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand if you’re not up for it.”

“It’s fine, I probably should. If I just sit here all day I’ll think about Calum and then feel bad for myself.”

You quickly reapplied your makeup, keeping your outfit on from last night, and waited for Michael’s text to let you know that he was here. You said goodbye to Stephanie and made your way down the stairs and outside of your apartment building.

You slid into the passenger seat of Michael’s car and he greeted you happily; your fake smile mirrored his real one. Your lunch was nice and you were glad that you went with Michael since the two of you hadn’t hung out just the two of you in a while. 

“Why did you just disappear last night?” Michael asked as he shoved an onion ring in his mouth.

“Calum and I... we-”

“Left to have sex?” Michael asked with a smirk.

“What? No.” You laughed lightly. “I walked in on him and some girl.”

“Oh fuck no! What a dickhead. Want me to kick his ass?”

You laughed again, this time without having to fake it and shook your head. “I appreciate the offer, Mikey, and no offense, but I think Calum could knock you out with one punch.”

“You’re probably right.” 

Your server gave you the check and Michael insisted that he pay for your meal as well, since you had such an awful night, and you thanked him. The two of you got back into his car and he drove the opposite way of your apartment. Your eyes widened when he pulled up in front of the frat house.

“What are we doing here?”

“I left my hat here last night and I need you to help me find it.”

“Seriously? It’s just a hat, Mikey.”

“It’s my favorite hat.” Michael shrugged and turned off the car. “C’mon, please? Calum probably won’t even be here.”

You didn’t want to, but you knew that Michael wouldn’t take no for an answer, and with two people looking for his hat it would speed up the process. You prayed to God that Calum wouldn’t be there. 

"I’ll check the basement. You check up here.” Michael ordered and you nodded your head silently. The place was trashed and it smelled like shit, so you hoped you would find his hat quickly so you could get out as quickly as possible.

You looked in the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom before looking under the dirty couch in the living room and finding it. You bent down and picked up the, now filthy, hat. “Mikey! I found your- oh.” When you turned around Calum was standing right there. Watching you.

“Hey,” Calum whispered and you looked down at Michael’s hat, finding it very interesting. “What, uh, what are you doing here?”

“Michael left his hat here last night.”

“Oh.” Calum nodded his head and an awkward silence fell between the two of you. “Look, Y/N, I’m really-”

“You found it!” Michael exclaimed happily, interrupting Calum, and his smile faltered when he saw Calum. He had grown to like Calum over the few weeks the two of you and been talking and going out, but now, after making you cry two different times, he was starting to hate him.

“Can we go now?” You whispered to Michael.

“Yeah. Course.” Michael took your hand in his and started pulling you in the direction of the door. 

“Wait.” Calum stepped in front of the door, not letting the two of you leave. His face was pleading and he looked like he could cry any minute. “Can I please, please, talk to you, Y/N.”

You sighed in annoyance and you knew he wasn’t going to give up. You dropped Michael’s hand and told him you would meet him in the car. You looked at Calum expectantly, motioning for him to talk.

“I know I fucked up bad this time. And I’m really sorry. It-it didn’t mean anything at all and I wished it was you. And I know what I did is inexcusable and I understand if you hate me and won't give me another chance, but I just want you to know that I really regret it and I’m really, really, fucking sorry.”

“I appreciate your apology, but you really hurt me Calum, and I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you this time.”

You watched as his face dropped, even seeing his eyes weld up with tears, and you quickly walked out of his fraternity house. You knew that if you stayed any longer and saw Calum start crying, you would give in to him and that would make you weak. You didn’t want to be weak. Especially not for Calum Hood.