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Too Much Love Will Kill You Chapter One

A/N: Okay, so a few of you seemed to like the prologue, so here is Chapter One! I’m not too sure how I feel about this one, it took me a few days to write, and I am not the best at dialogue. If anyone wants to message me and bounce some ideas for the story with me, I would really appreciate it! I am super excited for this fic, and I hope y’all are too!

Pairing: Brian May x OC Disclaimer: Any mention of Chrissie in this fic is completely fictionalized for plot purposes, I personally love Chrissie, and I will never purposefully write her in a negative way!

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, married man flirting with a younger lady (sorry guys it has to happen for ~plot~)

Time Frame: 1985

13 July 1985, 9:00am

Saturday.

A day of recovery, a day of rest, a day when all of humanity intends to stay in bed until their bodies can no longer handle being useless. Charlotte Jones’ Saturday, however, wasn’t going that way at all. Currently the 21 year old was sat in the backseat of her uncle’s Royce, sunglasses slipping down her nose as she stared holes in the blond man beside her. An hour previous, her loving uncle had burst into her flat, sang “God Save the Queen” at the top of his lungs while yanking her tall frame from her incredibly comfortable bed, and into the cold air of her Pimlico flat. David noticed the look of disdain that his niece was giving him over her wayfarers, before chuckling and flicking her exposed knee. “Chin up buttercup, you’re going to have a great time.” Charlotte winced at the sharp pain, before laughing as she shoved her uncle into the door. “I know Dave, I know, some warning just would’ve been nice.” Her uncle laughed, and pulled Charlotte tight against his side, squeezing her much like he had when she was much younger. Charlotte was born when David was only 17, and ever since he held her for the first time, the two were inseparable. Seeing as how her parents weren’t really in the picture, David was mom, dad, brother, uncle, and best friend all rolled into one for the young woman. Had it not been for the curly haired woman flush against his side, David didn’t know where he would be. Lottie was the one who had given him the strength to stay alive and get sober, knowing that if he didn’t straighten himself out, his niece would have nobody to take care of or love her. She was the single most important person in his life, save for his son.

While Charlotte was acting annoyed at her uncle, she knew he meant well with this day. She had always loved music, especially her uncle’s. So, when David had burst into her apartment 3 months earlier, spouting off about this insane concert set up by Bob Geldof, she was unbelievably excited. The chance to see some of her favorite bands in one place, for a good cause above all else, was something that she was definitely interested in. However, with her thesis presentation happening on 12 July, she didn’t know if she would be able to attend, or want to depending on the results. But, the previous day had gone very well for Charlotte, her MA in Astronomy being awarded to her that very afternoon. Once her uncle heard, he immediately burst into her apartment, something she was beginning to realize he did an AWFUL lot, and the two spent the night listening to records and eating take away. This also meant that he was going to drag her to Wembley as early as possible, even though the concert didn’t start until 12. “Why did you drag me out of bed 4 hours before the first band performs? I could’ve gotten at least another hour of sleep out of this hangover.” Charlotte knew he had a reason, but he hadn’t revealed it yet. After all, he had even told her last night that he didn’t have to be at Wembley until close to 11:15. David looked down at his niece, something he wasn’t too used to as she was an inch or so taller than him, and smirked. “That my darling niece is a surprise.”

Charlotte took of her sunglasses, rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from her uncle, staring him down with her light brown eyes. “C’mon Dave, don’t play coy with me, you don’t arrive anywhere early unless you have a reason.” David rolled his mismatched eyes at Charlotte before putting his sunglasses on, his niece was a persistent little thing, but that was probably his own fault. “PLUS, you’ve made me dress like I’m going to be meeting the bloody queen David, we’re going to a concert not a garden party.” Charlotte was right about the way she was dressed. Where she normally would’ve been wearing high waisted jeans paired with a short sleeved printed shirt and a pair of converse, her uncle had forced her into a sleeveless grey and pink horizontal striped dress, with a matching sweater over top; and the shoes, the bloody shoes. Her uncle had managed to somehow force her into a pair of cream kitten heels she didn’t even remember buying, something she absolutely hated. One thing Charlotte was the most self conscious about was her above average height, and anytime that was accentuated, she felt like all eyes were on her. Her uncle knew this, and still insisted on the heels that added an extra inch to her already 5’11 height.

David opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the car stopping and the driver announcing that they had arrived at Wembley. Charlotte groaned at the interruption, and David laughed as he thanked Anthony and exited the car, attempting to pull his niece with him. “I got it I got it!” Charlotte shook her uncle’s hands off of her arms, grinning slightly at his enthusiasm. “Then come on Lottie! We’re holding up traffic” David placed his hands on his thin waist, staring down at the brunette in the car below him. He wasn’t wrong, the car line at the back of Wembley was steadily growing, and the sound of overpriced horns filled the air as Charlotte placed a heeled foot on the sidewalk below her. The blond man had completely abandoned his niece, tired of waiting for her to exit his car, and figuring that a woman smart enough to have a MA in Astronomy could figure out how to inside a building. Charlotte rolled her eyes at the sound, this is why she hated these events, her uncle’s friend’s were tolerable, but most celebrities she had had the misfortune of meeting were overgrown children with god complexes. Still, she knew this would make her uncle happy, so with a deep breath, exited the car fully, shutting the door completely behind her. Anthony playfully honked the horn as he drove away, giving Charlotte a small wave as she attempted to steady herself on the sidewalk. Once she was steady enough on her feet to walk, Charlotte made the short trek to the door where her uncle stood, cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. “Took ya long enough doll. I think you’ve managed to piss off half of U2 and you’ve only been here for 5 minutes.” He was right, of course, as she reached her uncle, Charlotte turned her head to face the car line she had been holding up. Sure enough, Bono and Adam Clayton were huffing and puffing as they exited their car, staring daggers into her. Charlotte rolled her eyes and thumped her uncle in the forehead, pushing past him and heading into the building. “I thought you stopped smoking.” David smirked and threw the butt to the ground, stomping out the remaining embers and following his curly haired niece. “I thought you were going to get a haircut.” Charlotte continued walking, only sticking a single finger up behind her at her uncle’s words. Her hair was something that she had always been self-conscious about growing up, it was dark, thick, and insanely curly. She could vividly remember the hours that she had sat in the floor of David’s various hotel rooms as he attempted to control the mop that sat atop her head, and try as he might he could never do much for the young girl. Even though his own hair was curly, it was nowhere near as thick as his niece’s, and to be honest he had absolutely no idea how to fix his own hair much less a young girl’s, but he was a quick learner. Eventually he had figured out the proper concoction of products to use on Charlotte’s hair, but not before she had been teased for it in school. As if the teasing for not having any parents, or being too tall, or being too smart, or being the niece of Ziggy Stardust wasn’t enough, the girls at her boarding school had to tease her hair and tease her she did. Poodle was a personal favorite insult of the girls in her class, but when she finally grew it out past her shoulders, the weight of the mop finally began to pull the curls down with it; not that it did much good, in fact it only made her curls more unruly. It was only in the past few years that she had grown to appreciate the curls she had, thanks to the sleek styles of the previous decade going out of style, and the very people who had once teased her hair were paying hundreds of dollars on perms to get their hair to look even a fraction like hers. It made her laugh every time she thought of it, there was no way in hell she was doing anything to her hair, it gave her far too much satisfaction

David laughed out loud at Charlotte’s obvious display of love and affection, picking up his pace to catch up with her. Her legs were longer than his own on any normal day, and with the added benefit of her heels, she was fully booking it down a hall in the opposite direction that she needed to be heading, and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. She turned a corner and was soon out of his sight, causing him to sigh and follow her more.

Charlotte had absolutely no idea where she was going, and the hustle and bustle of the backstage area not helping her sense of direction in the slightest. She could take one look at the night sky in London and tell you exactly how to get to Cairo, but her sense of direction in everyday situations was honestly abysmal. However, there must have been some god above looking down on her in pity, because as she rounded the next corner, a door came into view with the words “ROYAL BOX AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY” printed in large red letters across the surface. Throwing her hands in the air in thanks to whatever god had led her there, Charlotte hobbled to the door, her feet screaming for relief from the confines of their leather prison.

“Fucking heels.” She winced before propping herself on the door, moving to open her purse to pull her backstage pass from inside, knowing whoever was inside would more than likely want some sort of ID. Charlotte had just managed to free the laminated object from her purse when the door she was propped against opened, startling her and knocking her off of her feet. She clenched her eyes shut, partially resigned herself to her fate of completely busting her ass, accepting the fact that her lack of coordination was going to bruise more than just her ego. However, the only thing she felt as she fell backwards was a pair of arms wrapping themselves around her, preventing her from hitting the hard ground. Charlotte immediately dropped everything in her hands, wrapping them tightly around the shoulders of the saint who had managed to prevent her from embarrassing herself any further, her eyes wide and mouth agape in shock at the abruptness of the whole ordeal. The brunette looked from the ground, which had once been approaching her at a fast rate to the person who’s arms were completely wrapped around her waist, stunned to find herself looking into the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes she’d ever seen, gorgeous eyes that she would know anywhere. “Are you alright love? Almost took a nasty fall right there.” Charlotte was struck dumb at the soft voice above her as she stared up, mouth slightly agape, into the very eyes that has stared back at her from the poster on her bedroom wall for the past 10 years of her life. Brian May hadn’t planned on being early to the royal box that day, in fact he had planned on spending a good 2 hours trying to convince John to join both Roger and himself in the box. However, John had staunchly refused the invitation, saying that if he was going to embarrass himself in front of the Prince and Princess of Wales, he was going to do it on stage in front of the entire world as well. Freddie was chatting with Elton, Roger was napping, Deacy was tuning his bass, and Brian was sipping a cup of tea in a patterned chair which sat on a horrible false grass carpet. He was incredibly bored, and if he didn’t do something soon, nobody would ever poke fun at his hair again, because there would be none left. This boredom left Brian with the choice of either sitting backstage alone for 2 hours, socializing with various celebrities, or finding his way up to the royal box to get settled before the chaos arose. He chose the latter, his legs begging to be used. Which is how he managed to stumble upon the young woman leaning against the door to the royal box. She was very tall, that was the first thing that Brian noticed about her, sure she was in heels, but even without the extra bit of help, she had to be at least as tall as Deacy. Brian stopped at the end of the hall, watching as the woman cursed as she fished though her purse. Her face was obscured from his view by a thick blanket of long curly hair, hair that he was immediately intrigued by. He had never seen a woman with hair that rivaled his own, even in recent years as the perm began to take over, he had yet to come across a woman with hair as gorgeous as the one that stood before him. He hadn’t realized that he had actually been walking towards her at a slower pace until he was only a few feet away from the mysterious woman, his hands in the pockets of his powder blue blazer. He was about to make a cheeky comment, when the door to the royal box suddenly swung open, knocking the young woman off her feet and her purse to the ground. Brian didn’t even have a few seconds to react, and before he even really knew what was happening, there was a woman in his arms. A very very beautiful woman.

The impact had knocked her hair away from her face, sending the thick curls flowing behind her. This allowed for Brian to get his first good look at the woman, and what a look it was. Her light brown eyes were wide, obviously in shock at the turn of events, her pale skin was flushed, more than likely out of embarrassment, and her red painted lips were parted just slightly, the whole sight caused something to stir deep inside him, something he hadn’t felt in years. “Are you alright love? Almost took a nasty fall right there.” The words came out soft, as if he were afraid he would scare her away, not that she could exactly go anywhere, his arms were still around her preventing her from falling to the ground.

Charlotte’s hands loosened on Brian’s shoulders as she shook herself from her shock, and Brian regretfully loosened his own grip on her waist, slowly placing her back on her feet. “Um, yes. Thank you Mr. May.” While Brian’s own eyes were staring at the woman before him, a smile lighting up his face; Charlotte’s eyes were staring holes in the floor. She had never been this embarrassed in her entire life. Of all the people in the fucking world that could’ve witnessed that abysmal incident, it had to be Brian May. Bran. Fucking. May. The man who she had been head over heels in love with for 10 years. The man who her uncle teased her relentlessly about for years, she still hadn’t forgiven David for the whole “Under Pressure” incident. Charlotte was 100% positive that she was as red as a beet, a combination of her embarrassment at her fall, and the shock that she was meeting her idol, who also happened to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her entire life. He was dressed to the nines, a powder blue blazer and pants suit fit his tall frame perfectly, his infamous hair styled to perfection. It was honestly almost too much for her to handle, and when he crouched down on front of her, gathering the contents of her purse, she almost lost her balance again.

“It was absolutely no problem Ms..” Brian trailed off, hoping that the brunette in front of him would get the message and supply him with her name, but a voice from the other end of the hall beat him to it. “Charlotte Margaret Jones! I have been looking bloody near everywhere for you.” David was stood at the end of the hall, hands on his thin hips. The sight in front of him caused the blonde man to choke back a rather rude chuckle, Brian May was on his knees in front of his rather red faced niece, hands full with various pens, tampons, lipsticks, and Charlotte’s wallet, obviously there was a story here that he really couldn’t wait to hear. Brian almost dropped the items in his hands when he heard the unmistakable voice of David Bowie, and before he knew it the thin white duke himself was stood directly in front him and the young woman, Charlotte he now knew. Charlotte sighed, placing her hands on her own hips, ones that were far far wider than her uncle’s, he really had a thing for timing didn’t he. “Well Dave, if you would’ve told me where I needed to go before you abandoned me on the sidewalk, we wouldn’t be in this predicament now would we.” “Well Lottie, if I had done that, I highly doubt that you would have Brian May kneeling at your feet.” Charlotte gaped at her uncle, mouth and eyes wide at his insinuation. “DAVE!” David simply laughed, moving to ruffle his niece’s hair, immediately regretting the action when his rings became stuck in the wild mane that was Charlotte’s hair. Brian couldn’t help but blush at David’s words and laugh as the two struggled, throwing out curses at one another as they struggled to free David’s hand from Charlotte’s hair. He had finally managed to collect all of the belongings which had previously inhabited Charlotte’s purse, so Brian pulled himself off of the ground and decided to offer his services in detangling the rings. “Goddamnit Dave! How many times is it going to take you fucking up like this before you realize that its literally impossible to run hands through this mop, OW fuck! David, Just stop fucking struggling!” Charlotte had both of her hands wrapped around David’s wrist as the two struggled, wincing in pain as her uncle yanked and pulled. “Well sorry Lottie, its just so tempting.” David was chuckling at his niece’s annoyance, watching her curse and be annoyed at him was his favorite pastime.

Charlotte was too caught up in getting her uncle’s hands to notice the lanky man who had come up behind her, so she was rather surprised when she felt a cool pair of nimble fingers join in the fight for her hair’s freedom. “Can’t tell you how many times my little ones have gotten their hands stuck in my hair, its particularly bad when there’s a small car involved.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh at loud, partially at the joke, but even more so at the sheer hilarity of the entire situation. Brian paused his ministrations at the sound that fell from Charlotte’s red mouth, her laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds he had heard in 38 years of life on Earth. “I understand, whenever I used to help Marion watch Zowie, he was so obsessed with my hair. This one time he managed to get an entire jar of peanut butter into it while I napped. Smelled like a bloody primary school lunchroom for a week, no matter how hard I washed.” Charlotte laughed at the memory, she had only been 13 at the time, her younger cousin only 6. The two little Joneses had laughed and laughed once Charlotte had realized what her little cousin had done, and they still laugh about it today, especially when they see a jar of peanut butter. Brian and David both threw their heads back in laughter at the young woman’s story, and the fact that Brian was the only one who was attempting to detangle the duo. Charlotte had long since given up on her quest to free herself, fully resigning the safety and health of her hair to Brian’s expert fingers. Even though she knew that his fingers were only in her hair to remove her uncle, whenever they would softly graze her scalp, or push a rogue curl from his view, her heart would pound like she had just ran the bloody London marathon. He pulled a little too hard, and Charlotte winced, turning her head slightly as Brian whispered a raspy apology into her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and before she knew what was happening, Brian’s free hand had come to rest on the small of her back. Charlotte froze, her breath freezing in her throat. He was just trying to steady himself, get a better hold on her uncle’s hand. At least that’s what she told herself.

“That’s just the luck us luscious locked individuals have my dear, as beautiful as our hair is, it might as well be a goddamn hoover with as much as it picks up.” Brian was intently concentrating on the garnet ring that was keeping David tied to the woman, his other hand resting on the small of the young woman’s back. He hadn’t meant for that to happen, but it did, and if he were being honest, he didn’t mind in the slightest. “I know right? I can store bloody digestives in there if I try hard enough.” Charlotte felt a slight tug on her head again as Brian whispered a soft apology, and then suddenly she was free. David breathed an overdramatic sigh of relief, kissing his newly freed hand. “Oh thank you for freeing my favorite hand Brian, how will I ever repay you.?” Brian and Charlotte both rolled their eyes, giving David identical looks of mild annoyance laced with amusement. “Well, you could start by introducing me to this lovely young lady who you seem to have assaulted with your gaudy hand.” Charlotte glanced over at Brian as she attempted to fix her hair to the best of her ability, his words making her face turn red once more.

David gauged his niece’s reaction, and smirked. “Well Brian, if you must know, this lovely young lady is my niece Charlotte.” David threw his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders, pinching her cheek as she winced and attempted to push him off of her. “I was planning on introducing the two of you after we got settled in the box, but someone,” he threw Charlotte an annoyed look, “had to run off and find you herself. Shouldn’t be too surprised by that though, after all she’s had a pos..” David didn’t get a chance to finish his statement before Charlotte had slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent anymore of his overexcited words to come spilling out. “Thank you Dave, I appreciate the introduction, but that’s enough now.” Charlotte slowly removed her hand from her uncle’s mouth, shooting him a glare that had the power of 1,000 suns behind it. Brian May would never find out about that damn poster. Brian laughed at Charlotte’s reaction, sticking his large hand out in front of her. “Well Charlotte, its very nice to officially meet you. I’m Brian.” Charlotte grinned at the curly haired man in front of her, taking his hand in her own, reveling in his cool touch. She genuinely couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. “Oh I’m very well aware of who you are Mr. May, and please call me Charlie, all my friends do.” She sent him a wink, her smile growing as a slight pink flush overtook his face. The young woman’s confidence was obviously rising, and Brian really liked it. “She’s been a fan for as long as you four have been pumping out music, still hasn’t forgiven me for not telling her about Under Pressure.” David had picked Charlotte’s purse up from the ground and began to place her discarded items back inside, completely oblivious to the interaction going on behind him.

If he had had any idea whatsoever of the events that were going to occur in the coming months, he probably would’ve grabbed Charlotte by the collar of her dress and locked her in a dressing room as far from Brian May as humanly possible, but for now he was simply oblivious to the burgeoning relationship that was taking place before his very eyes. Brian’s eyes were still locked on Charlotte’s, hazel boring into brown, an intensity in them that had not been there for quite some time, he knew it was wrong. This young woman was no older than 21, absolutely beautiful, and in just the few moments he had known her, had made him feel more alive than Chrissie had in years. He needed to stop, to walk away, and think about the consequences that the thoughts in his mind could have, but he couldn’t. There was just something about her, something that made his blood boil in the best possible way. He was just about to say something to the young woman when David interrupted yet again, this time to inform the two that they needed to head into the box. Charlotte stood frozen in place at David’s words, she had to meet Diana. Fuck.

“Dave, there is absolutely no way I can meet Princess Diana, no way dude. No fucking way.” She took her purse from David, placing the lanyard with her clearance around her neck. David rolled his eyes, something he always seemed to do whenever his niece was in his presence. “Well tough shit Lottie, you’re going to. Now c’mon, we have seats we need to take before people start crowding.” He lit another cigarette as he sent Charlotte a wink as he brushed past her, heading to the very door which had caused her so much grief. Brian looked over at Charlotte, his eyebrow raised in questioning. She just sighed and reached into her purse to pull out a tic-tac pack, popping it open and shaking as many of those little orange bastards into her mouth as she could. He could only laugh at the actions of the young woman in front of him, surprised by the sheer amount of tic-tacs she had just dropped into her mouth. “Any particular reason why you don’t think you can meet the Princess today love?” The term of endearment slipped from his mouth before he even knew what had happened, and he hoped that Charlotte was much too occupied with her tic-tacs to notice his little slip up. He was in luck. “I’m not cute enough to meet Diana today Brian, not cute enough any day to meet someone as gorgeous as that. I mean, how the hell is someone that pretty?” Charlotte was shoving the case back in her purse as the two made their way to the door of the box, groaning in dread at the thought of embarrassing herself “And, I just KNOW I’m going to do something dumb, like call her the wrong name, or forget to call her your highness, or something stupid like that and then fucking Princess Diana of Wales, future queen of fucking England is going to hate me for the rest of my natural life.” They had reached the door, and by this point Brian was thoroughly entertained by the woman before him, his conflict growing every time she opened her mouth to speak. Before he even knew what he was doing, he opened his mouth and began to speak. “Well dear, I think you look absolutely stunning, the Princess will be in very good company today with someone as beautiful as you near her.” He immediately regretted his words as Charlotte whipped her head over to him, one single perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as if questioning everything he had just said. It was only when she smiled, her red lips parting to allow a clear view at her beautiful teeth, that Brian knew he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries. “Mr. May, if you keep flattering me like that, I might never let you leave.” She winked again, heading through the door of the box, security checking her lanyard as she went. He didn’t respond, he only swallowed the feeling of elation that overtook his body at her words, and followed her steps, taking a seat beside her. This was going to be a long day.

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