#I loved the interaction between the boys this chapter I missed writing them especiallyrog

[queenmylovely]

Just My Luck; Part 13

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. Snapshots of John and Reader through the greater part of the first year of them being together 

Warnings: cussing (what’s new?), fluff city with like one sentence of angst

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Alright, so apparently I don’t know how to write short things so this is the first part of the “epilogue,” which are really snapshots of John and Reader’s life together. This starts where Part 12 left off, no days have passed. Under the second bolded section, all of the events occur within the same month but there are jumps and skips to different days. As always, I hope you enjoy, and please leave feedback through likes, replies, and reblogs! Thank you!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 14 (Epilogue), Masterlist

What the boys wear to the launch party (picture from them in Japan)

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October 5, 1976; Your Birthday

A couple of hours later, you heard the front door unlocking and shot up. The two of you had been lying together dozing and had completely forgotten to get redressed, or the fact that almost all of your clothes were in the living room at the moment.

“Fuck,” you whispered violently.

“What’s happening?” John said groggily; he had been practically asleep on your chest and your sudden movement disoriented him.

Pushing him the rest of the way off of you, you ran over to your door and grabbed the robe you had hanging from the back of it. Hastily, you answered him, “Um, Jeanne’s just gotten back and our clothes are still out there and she hasn’t met you and I wasn’t expecting you, so just stay here for a second, I’ll be right back,” before running into the living room and leaving him confused.

“Oh you look comfy. Did you take a bath-?” Jeanne started as she saw your robe, but cut herself off when she saw the clothes strewn about the room. Dropping her voice quickly she asked, “Is there someone here? Did you sleep with someone? I mean, fuck, what a birthday present for yourself.”

“Jeanne!” you whispered back sharply, hitting her lightly on the shoulder. “You’re going to have to be really cool for the next few minutes. I’m going to take these clothes back into my room, get dressed, and then bring John to meet you.”

At the mention of his name, Jeanne’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. She took a few shaky breaths before squeaking out, “He’s here?”

It had been one thing to give you advice on the abstract idea of John Deacon, bassist for Queen. She mainly pretended that he was just any regular guy, but the thought of meeting him in person was overwhelming.

“Are they all here?” she asked breathlessly, trying to look into your room through your closed door. “Yes, Jeanne. I fucked them all at once. We had a Queen + Y/N orgy,” you said, voice reeking of sarcasm. “Of course not, you ridiculous being, just John’s here. Now, get it together before I come back out.”

You went back into your room, throwing Johnny his clothes and pulling on your own.

“Okay, so Jeanne’s out there. She might be a little nervous but I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you let him know.

“She’s nervous? I’m the one that has to meet the best friend for the first time!” he shot back, blushing and frantically putting his clothes back on.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’ll love you. She loves Queen and she loves me so it’s a logical extension,” you coaxed. You grabbed his hand and gave him a quick peck before saying, “Here we go!” and opening the door.

Jeanne was standing by the couch awkwardly, trying not to look like she had been staring at the door as you came out.

You let go of John’s hand and walked over to grab Jeanne’s. Pulling her back towards John then letting her go you said, “Jeanne, this is John. John this is Jeanne.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, John,” Jeanne practically whispered, barely looking at him as she shook his hand.

“You as well, Jeanne. You can call me Deaky,” he told her with a nice smile.

“When we met you didn’t say to call you Deaky,” you pointed out, pouting slightly.

“When we met you already had a nickname you had been using for years. Johnny has been around a lot longer than Deaky has,” he reminded.

“Oh, then I guess it’s okay,” you said with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“So, are you going to join us for dinner tonight, Jo- Deaky?” Jeanne asked, trying to make conversation.

“If Y/N’s mother, yourself, and Y/N don’t mind the intrusion, I’d be honored,” John replied, looking between the two of you.

“Of course we don’t mind, I’m sure Y/N’s mom will be so excited to meet you. Then we can all compare notes,” Jeanne said, gaining some of her usual confidence back.

“Wait, what? It’s my birthday, shouldn’t I be allowed to live?” you protested, earning laughs from the other two.

“You’ll be fine, I’m sure. Let me just call the restaurant and tell them we’ll have four instead of three,” Jeanne said, walking into the kitchen to do so. Calling over her shoulder she teased, “Now don’t you kids get up to anything while I’m gone!”

As she walked away, you turned to John, “See? That went well. You can take a deep breath now.”

“That’s not going to be possible until after I meet your mom and it goes well,” John told you with a shaky smile.

“She might not really know who Queen is, but she’ll love you regardless. Because you love me,” you reassured.

It proved true. The three of you met your mom at the restaurant, and you introduced her to John, “Mom, this is John, John this is my mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” John said with a nervous smile.

“Please, you can call me April. It’s great to meet you too, John, or can I call you Deaky?” she replied with a knowing look back.

Both your and John’s eyes snapped to Jeanne who just shrugged and said, “We talked for a bit on the phone while you guys were getting ready.”

Leave it to your best friend to gossip about you to your mom.

Once the four of you were seated at the table and had ordered your drinks and food, Jeanne and your mom started with the questions.

“So, Deaky,” your mom started, “I know you’re a great, big rockstar or so these girls tell me, but is that all you do?”

“I bet there’s something great and big about him,” Jeanne remarked under her breath low enough that your mother couldn’t hear but caused you to choke on your water and John to smirk slightly to himself.

Patting your back to ease your coughs, he turned to your mom and answered, “It’s all I’m doing right now, at least. I do have a master’s in engineering, so if Queen were to fail, I could always fall back on that. It seems to be going pretty good at the moment, thankfully.”

“That’s great! When you two were younger, Y/N told me you were going to college, but I always wondered how that turned out. If nothing else, you seem to have two very dedicated Queen fans right here,” she said, gesturing to Jeanne and you. “When Y/N bought Jeanne that record for her birthday, we had to sit in complete silence to listen through it and then ended up listening through it again right after! I thought these girls were going to have their eyes stuck open forever the way they were staring at your pictures on the sleeve.”

Her call-out of your fangirling made both Jeanne’s and your cheeks flush with heat.

“Mom,” you complained as Jeanne groaned.

“Oops, I think I’m embarrassing them,” your mom said in mock-regret while giving John a wink.

He laughed and rubbed your shoulder before saying with a cheeky smile, “It’s always nice to meet fans.”

“Shut up,” you said as you pushed his hand off your shoulder but couldn’t help yourself from returning the smile.

The rest of the dinner went well. You were able to help John dodge the really probing questions from both Jeanne and your mom, and he was able to help you from being teased too much.

After dinner was done, the four of you headed back to your and Jeanne’s apartment for dessert. Your mom had picked up cookies from your favorite local spot and Jeanne had some of your favorite ice cream hidden away in the freezer.

Once the ice cream and cookies were served, you all moved to the living room to eat. You sat on the couch in the middle with your mom and John on either side while Jeanne sat in the armchair to John’s right.

Before you could take your first bite, Jeanne cried out, “Wait!” and rushed to the kitchen. She returned with a lighter and lit the candle that was always on the coffee table. She gestured for you to pick it up and you did with a small roll of your eyes and a smile.

With a wave of her arms, she and the other two started singing “Happy Birthday,” to you, in slightly worse fashion than you had for Jeanne. At the end, you blew out the candle and they all cheered.

“That was, a decent attempt,” you said teasingly, knowing that no one would be offended by the joke.

“Now you can see why I’m not the singer in Queen,” John joked, causing everyone to laugh.

“If you want some actually good singing, I think I can oblige,” Jeanne said, making her way over to the record player. She put on Elton John by Elton John, a collective favorite.

As the first notes of “Your Song,” started playing, you and John looked at each other with soft smiles, remembering the night the two of you had danced to it together, listening to the mixtape he made for you.

“Well, Deaky,” your mom said, punctuating his name and making all heads turn to her. “I’m certainly glad to see that you’re making my girl so happy, especially on her birthday. She hasn’t been quite right since coming back, and now she’s much more like her usual self.”

You gave your mom a quick hug and turned to John again. He met your gaze but looked to your mom. “I’m glad to make her every bit as happy as I can,” he told her.

“You do that just by being around,” you reassured.

From the other side of him, you heard the sound of Jeanne fake-retching.

“You two are gross. How do I get out of this sap-fest?” Jeanne questioned, making the three of you laugh.

“Here, Jeanne, come help me get the presents,” your mom suggested, standing and heading towards Jeanne’s room with a smile. Jeanne got up and followed her.

“That reminds me...” John trailed off, heading into your room.

“I guess I’ll just sit here alone, then,” you called to the empty hallway. You weren’t alone for long though, as all three of them emerged at the same time and came back towards you.

Your mom started, presenting a large, rectangular box to you. You opened it and pulled out what was inside, gasping as you saw it. It was a gorgeous, leather briefcase embossed with leaf and flower designs.

“For when you’re a fancy professor. I know it’s a couple of years early, but when I saw it I couldn’t resist getting it for you,” your mom said.

“Thank you, I love it, it’s beautiful,” you said, hugging her tightly.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I’m glad you like it,” she replied.

Next, Jeanne handed you her gift. It was a smaller, rectangular box. Lifting the lid, you saw what was inside and grabbed it, smiling.

“It’s from that artist that you love at the street fair, since you missed it this year,” she explained as you held the painting. It was a scene of the street fair itself, one of your favorite events every summer.

“Thank you, this is so amazing,” you exclaimed, also giving her a hug.

“You’re welcome,” Jeanne said, smiling back at you.

You then turned to John as he held his present. A little shyly, he presented it to you with a small smile. You smiled back at him, taking the box from his hands. You opened it and were faced with something you couldn’t recognize. Taking it from the box, you examined it closer and thought you saw something like a radio but with a tape recorder, but you weren’t sure. Looking at John with a little confusion, he chuckled and grabbed it from your hands.

“I know you don’t have anything but your clock radio to take with you anywhere to listen to music, but instead of just getting you a transistor radio, I decided to make something that could play cassettes too,” he explained, turning the hybrid machine so you could see the different parts.

“You built that?” Jeanne asked incredulously.

“Yeah, like I said, I have a master’s in electrical engineering, so it wasn’t that difficult,” John answered.

“You could patent that,” your mom said, eyes wide.

“Eh, it’s not actually that efficient. I’m sure someone else will be able to create something less bulky that more people will like,” he deflected.

The three of you laughed in what was basically disbelief.

Recovering, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug and said, “Thank you so much, Johnny, I love it. I’ll use it to listen to my mixtape all the time.”

“You’re welcome, love,” he whispered back, then releasing you.

The four of you talked, ate ice cream and cookies, and listened to music for the next couple of hours, only stopping when your mom decided she needed to leave before she was too tired to drive home.

Standing up, she gave each of you a hug, surprising John a little, but he took it as a sign that he had made a good impression.

“We’ll all have to have lunch sometime this week before you leave, Deaky,” your mom said with a smile which he returned with a nod.

After cleaning up, the three of you returned to your respective rooms, bidding each other goodnight.

You and John got ready for bed in happy silence, just enjoying being near each other. As you laid down in bed, you turned to face him.

“I think that went pretty well,” he said, brushing your hair from your face then placing his hand on your waist.

“What did I say?” you asked, knowingly, putting your hand on his chest.

“That they would love me,” he replied, smiling sheepishly.

“And…?” you prompted.

“You tell me,” he insisted, bringing his face a little closer to yours.

“They loved you. Just like I do,” you said, capturing his lips with yours in a soft but passionate kiss. After a minute, you pulled away, a little breathless, “Well, maybe not exactly like I do.”

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December 9, 1976- January 5, 1977; A Day at the Races Launch Party and the Holidays

Neither of you had found it cost or time effective for you to fly out for your Thanksgiving break, so the next time you saw each other was in early December. Finals had ended on the 7th, and you flew out the day after, arriving in London on the 9th. This was perfect timing, as Queen’s next album came out the next day, and the whole band had wanted you at the launch party.

John picked you up from the airport, as he was wont to do, and brought you back to his and Brian’s apartment. Tired from your flight, you were excited to go straight to bed, but upon opening the door, you were surprised (yet again) by Brian, Roger, and Freddie being there.

“Surprise!” they all yelled at you, running over to give you what ended up being a crushing group hug. They all pulled away, but one by one went back up to you for a more proper hello.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you!” Brian said as he gave you another quick hug.

“You too, Bri. There aren’t enough tall, curly-haired, astrophysicists in Seattle to teach me about space,” you said, hugging him back and then lightly pulling on one of his curls.

“More like bore you to death talking about space dust,” Roger half-whispered to Freddie, causing them both to giggle.

“Roger,” you said a little sternly, causing his head and eyes to snap over to you. He didn’t have the decency to look guilty as he smiled mischievously, sticking his tongue between his teeth.

He made his way over to you with a saunter, “Yes, love?”

“Be nice,” you warned, poking him on the shoulder and not smiling.

He let out a little huff, “I suppose I’ll try, but only for you,” he said with a straight face. That lasted for about a second before the two of you broke and laughed before pulling each other into a tight (but quick because John was giving Roger a look) hug.

As Roger released you and then stepped back, you turned to the last person in the room.

“Freddie!” you said, both of you running to each other at the same time.

“Y/N, it’s absolutely splendid to see you again,” he exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders as the two of you kissed each others cheeks before pulling you into a hug. Before he let go he said, “I’m glad you’re back, Deaky desperately needs a shag.”

You laughed at his words, but still felt your cheeks heat up as he pulled away and John came back up next to you.

All settling down in the living room, you talked and caught up with everyone for about half an hour before your yawns were punctuating every sentence.

“Alright, guys. I think Y/N needs to go to sleep, she’s had a long day of traveling,” John told everyone.

“I suppose that’s true. We’ll see you at the party, though, right darling?” Freddie asked as he and Roger stood up and put on their jackets.

You nodded, “Of course, I can’t wait to hear the album in full and attend one of these famous parties I hear of all the time.”

“More like infamous,” Brian remarked, which made everyone laugh.

Everyone said goodnight, and John grabbed your bag before leading you back to his room. Too tired to do anything but sleep, you crashed as soon as you were cuddled up in John’s arms.

The two of you spent the next morning enjoying each other’s company and reacquainting yourselves with each other’s bodies.

A couple of hours before the event, you started getting ready: showering, styling your hair, and putting on your makeup in preparation.

Finally, you put on your dress. It was a dark purple, a-line dress that came down to your mid-thigh and had spaghetti straps with a sweetheart neckline. Embroidered around the edges and bodice was black lace.

John got ready at the same time, donning a white suit with a white-dotted black shirt underneath. You helped him adjust his clothes, running your hands over his shoulders and chest to smooth out the jacket while his rested on your waist, and maybe undoing a button or two so his chest was more exposed. You gave him a quick kiss, careful not to get any lipstick on his face.

The two of you headed into the living room, where Brian was waiting. He gave you guys a once over and smiled while you did the same. He was wearing a black, double breasted, pinstripe suit with a simple white t-shirt underneath and a few of his necklaces.

“Y/N, you look great!” Brian said happily.

“Thanks, Bri, so do you. I like this suit,” you replied, tugging on his sleeve.

“Oh, thanks. Yeah, Rog helped me pick it out,” he explained with a smile. “Well, the car’s outside to take us, shall we go?”

You and John nodded, stepping to the door with Brian to where there was a pile of shoes, and extracting the ones you would be wearing tonight. You had decided to go with a pair of pink and black saddle shoes so your feet would be comfortable through the long night and dancing. Brian was wearing his trademark white clogs. John pulled on a pair of tan, suede, platform boots that made him tower over you, not that you minded.

The three of you headed out. The car ride was filled with chatter and laughter as Brian asked you more about schooling in America and you asked them about the album. Brian was ready to tell all, but John stopped him, saying, as always, that “it would ruin the surprise.”

The three of you arrived, the boys exiting the car first and John helping you out. You walked up to the building which was a very large skyscraper and into the lobby. After being greeted and ushered towards the elevator, you stepped in and the attendant pressed the top button, taking you all the way to the penthouse that took up the highest floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, you were hit by the sounds of an already raging party. You walked through the doors and the party came into full view.

It would have been impossible to see if not for the disco ball, strobe lights, and multi-colored beams flashing around the room. As it was, you could only make out people’s faces when the light was on them. Music was blasting from the speakers all around the room, and though you didn’t recognize it, you could tell it wasn’t Queen. And the people. There were what seemed like hundreds of people, all in various levels of dress. Some were wearing bell bottoms and tie-dye shirts, some cocktail dresses and suit jackets, and some ball gowns and tuxedos.

There were servers in either all black or all white, carrying around champagne and hors d'oeuvre, respectively. When one of the ones in black swooped by, Brian grabbed three flutes of champagne and handed one to each of you.

“Let’s go find the other boys. We have to do that announcement and stuff,” John suggested and the two of you nodded.

“Wait,” you said, stepping between the two of them and then linking your arms through theirs. Smiling, you explained, “This way we won’t lose each other.”

The three of you laughed and took off. After a few minutes of searching, you found them by the bar, having some tequila shots.

“Y/N, Deaky, Bri! You all look absolutely fantastic!” yelled Freddie with a big grin.

“Beautiful as always, love,” Roger said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. Before John could say anything though, Roger stepped over, planting a kiss on his cheek as well, saying “Deaky, looking handsome. You too, Bri,” also giving him a kiss, obviously already affected by the alcohol.

The boys looked a little confused, reaching their hands to their cheeks where his lips had been, but you just laughed and replied, “Thanks, Rog, the two of you are looking very lovely.”

Freddie and Roger looked down at their outfits, smiling. Freddie was wearing a yellow and black striped jacket, an embroidered black shirt, black pants, and a long necklace with an interesting pendant. Roger was wearing an all leather ensemble; a belted leather jacket and leather pants with a slouchy brimmed hat.

The boys went off to the small stage that was set up for the announcement. The studio executive lauded the boys and their hard work and the crowd cheered as you watched from the side of the stage. They performed a shorter version of “Somebody to Love,” which you thought was an incredible song. After that, the album was played over the speakers and the band rejoined you.

You could only hear snippets of the music over the noise of the people, and soon everyone but John was pulled away from you for some reason or another. The two of you talked, ate, and drank, enjoying each other’s company and the atmosphere.

After a while, they started playing dance music again and the party picked back up. You and John started dancing, moving to the rhythm of the music and making it your own. Over the course of the night, you danced with all of the boys multiple times. Brian was respectful but still fun, twirling you around with ease. Freddie and you held both hands, running and spinning with the music, singing at each other all the while. Roger was careful not to get too close, but managed to get in a few dips.

Hours later, when the two of you stumbled your way back to the apartment (mainly due to being tired, you were both only a couple drinks in), you flopped down on the couch as soon as you got in. You were just dozing off when you shot up, spreading your arms to either side and narrowly missing hitting John in the face.

“Wait!” you exclaimed. “We can’t fall asleep yet!”

“Shhh, why’s that?” John mumbled sleepily.

“I haven’t actually heard the album. It was way too loud at that party for me to hear it for real,” you explained.

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true. Good thing I planned ahead,” he replied, standing up and walking over to the record player. He pulled out the first album in the collection, a black one with a very similar, if only more detailed, logo as A Night at the Opera, and began setting it up to play.

“Are you telling me that the album has been right there this entire time?” you asked incredulously.

“I can’t help that you’re not observant enough to notice,” he said with a shrug, making his way back over to you on the couch.

You smacked him lightly on the arm and then said, “Shut up, I’m trying to listen.”

He stayed quiet and leaned back on the couch with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He knew from your mom that you liked to listen to albums in full without interruptions.

You listened intently, relaxing into John’s arm and side, nodding your head and tapping your foot along with the music. As “You and I,” came on, John tapped you on the shoulder, gesturing that it was the song he wrote. You paid extra close attention to that one.

When the album was finished playing, you looked up at him with awe.

“I don’t know how you guys do that,” you told him.

“So you liked it?” he asked.

“I loved it, it was incredible. All of it. I especially loved your song. What’s it called?” you questioned.

“‘You and I,’” he replied quietly. “I wrote it for us.”

You looked up at him with shining eyes. Listening to the song, you had thought it might be about the two of you, but didn’t want to assume anything. “It’s beautiful. I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said earnestly, closing the distance between your faces and giving you a soft and gentle kiss, full of love.

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Two weeks later, you and John were on your way to his parents’ house in Leicester and you were slightly freaking out.

“Johnny, what are we doing? Why do I have to meet them so soon?” you questioned.

“Because I want to spend the holiday with you and my family. Also, I’ll remind you that I’ve already met your mum,” he reasoned.

“That’s different! My mom is unimposing and- and- you were the one that showed up, anyway. I didn’t do that to you, you did! Plus, I’m not some rockstar that my mom is going to think you’re taking advantage of for fame or fortune or whatever!” you said, spiralling out of control.

John looked at you with adoring bemusement, “Y/N, you’re forgetting that my parents have known of you for years, long before Queen. They’re the same Arthur and Lillian that I used to write and complain to you about. Just take a deep breath,” he reassured, holding your hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

You did as he said, breathing in deeply through your nose before sighing out through your mouth.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better, thank you. I just really want them to like me,” you admitted.

“They’ll love you,” he said, repeating the sentiment as you had to him.

The rest of the drive, John distracted you from the prospect of meeting his parents with funny stories about the boys.

Pulling into the drive of the house, John parked and turned the car off. Getting out both of you opened the doors of the car behind your seats and grabbed what was there. John carried the presents you two had brought for his parents and you carried the apple pie you had made. He had encouraged you to make something American for his parents to try.

You walked up to the front door together and just as John raised his hand up to knock it swung open.

“John!” his parents exclaimed in unison, bringing him into a big hug. They pulled away and then looked at you behind him.

Standing to the side, John gestured to you with his arm, “Mum, Dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my mum and dad.”

His mom stepped to you and hugged you. You reciprocated with the arm that wasn’t holding the pie as she said, “You can call me ‘Lillian.’”

Her husband stepped up after her and gave you a hug too saying, “And I’m Arthur.”

“It’s so nice to meet both of you. Thank you for inviting me to your Christmas,” you said, smiling nervously.

“Of course, we couldn’t believe it when John told us that he’d finally met his childhood pen pal. And once the two of you actually began dating, we couldn’t wait to meet you!” Lillian told you as she was ushering you inside.

After taking off your coat and boots, Lillian brought you to the kitchen while Arthur and John took the presents to the living room to put under the tree. You put the pie on the counter where Lillian suggested.

“So, what type of pie is this?” she asked curiously.

“It’s apple pie. Kind of an American staple. Johnny said you were interested in trying something American,” you replied.

“Yes, I think it’s so exciting how similar but different the two cultures are! I hope you’ll take this as a compliment, but I think your accent is absolutely adorable,” she told you.

“Oh, thank you! To be honest, when I first met Johnny, I laughed when I heard his voice. For some reason, even though I knew he was English from the letters, it never occured to me that he would have an English accent,” you recounted, causing both of you to laugh.

John stuck his head in the kitchen, smiling at the laughter, and told you, “Dad and I are going to grab the bags from the car,” to which you smiled in response before he ducked back out.

“Then I will take you on a tour of the house,” Lillian informed you, leading you to the stairs by the door.

As you got to the top, she opened the first door to the right which was the guest room. It was decorated in soft pastels and you could imagine it had been John’s nursery when he was a baby and young boy that had been adjusted for an adult guest. Next, she showed the guest bathroom, decorated to match the bedroom. She briefly showed you the master suite which was furnished in shades of purple and grey that you complimented, then took you back downstairs.

Past the stairs, there was a hallway that contained one more bedroom and separate bathroom.

“This is John’s childhood bedroom, where you two will be staying. We added the queen bed after he left for university, but otherwise it’s just the same as it was, maybe a little tidier,” she joked and you laughed.

The room was painted light grey with one forest green accent wall. There were band posters on the walls from The Supremes and Stevie Wonder to The Beatles, Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix. There was little to no musical equipment; you assumed he had it all at Brian and his apartment. The desk that was facing a window was cluttered with papers and books. It looked like someone had just left for the day. Before you could take a closer look, Lillian whisked you away to show you the living room.

The room just out of the entrance way from the front door, but you hadn’t seen it yet due to being pulled away to other rooms. It was a large, open space with a large couch, loveseat, and two armchairs. They were arranged so that they faced both the fireplace in the middle of the largest wall and the little tv next to it. On the wall that faced outside, there was a large window with little groups of four square iron frames on all corners and between them and a large square pane in the middle. Set up so it was easily visible from the outside but viewable from all sides indoors was the Christmas tree. It was decorated with beautiful matching gold, red, and white ornaments with silver and gold tinsel. Wrapped all around were christmas lights that blinked slowly from red to warm white. There was a beautiful antique star on top that lit up with little lights.

You gazed at the tree and around the living room, a smile growing on your face until you met Lillian’s eyes. “Your home is so beautiful. And this tree, this tree is absolutely gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Y/N, Arthur and I have spent many years getting this house to be exactly how we want it, and we are always glad to hear that people appreciate that. Isn’t the tree lovely? We cut it down and decorated it just last week,” she replied fondly.

“It looks fantastic, Mum. But where are the family’s ornaments?” John said, coming up from behind the two of you and standing next to you before wrapping his arm around your waist.

You looked up at him with a question, wondering what he meant, but before you could ask, his mother replied.

“I was actually saving those for when the two of you got here. I thought we could put on a holiday record and finish decorating the tree all together. Your father thought he could make his hot buttered rum and the neighbors dropped off some cookies earlier this afternoon for us to have. We’ll make a night of it!” Lillian said cheerfully.

John and you smiled back at her and you said, “That sounds wonderful!”

“We’ll go get the food and drinks ready, you two get comfortable,” she insisted before heading to the kitchen where her husband assumedly already was.

John pulled you over to the loveseat and the two of you sat down. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you grabbed his other hand in your own.

He looked down at you softly and you smiled in response. “Thank you for inviting me to your Christmas. And thank you for being an incredible boyfriend,” you told him earnestly.

“Well I wasn’t going to make you sit at Brian and my empty apartment all alone. Anyway, I think I’m supposed to be the one thanking you for being an amazing girlfriend. You’ve already made an impression on my parents,” he replied sweetly.

“Really?” you asked. You were still a little nervous about everything.

“Really. My mum loves you, just like I said,” John assured.

“Well, that’s a good thing, because I love her son more than I could say, and I’m gonna be around for a long time,” you told him with a smile.

“Good, I love you too,” he said, leaning in and pecking your lips. He stayed close as he pulled away and whispered, “Happy Christmas.”

You giggled at his words but nonetheless whispered back, “Merry Christmas,” before closing the distance and kissing him again.

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New Year’s was spent with all four boys and their dates. It was a casual affair, but that didn’t mean everyone didn’t still get shit-faced. Luckily, you had made Roger and Freddie schedule a taxi for four a.m. so they could get home safely.

Just a couple of days after the first, you had to head back to the States because you needed to get back in time to prepare for the next semester of courses. Saying goodbye was worse than usual, because even though this was the longest you had spent together, it didn’t seem long enough.

With tears streaming down both of your faces, you gave John one last kiss before wiping both of your faces and walking to board the plane. You would just have to live with the fact that the next time you would see him was three months away.

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