Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines

Hate To Love - Freddie

finally getting this done, I'm so so so sorry that it has taken this long dangerous_hot_space hope this makes you happy my love!

I walked into the small living room-like room where I heard someone playing the piano quite softly, it was peaceful but also sounded as if whoever was playing it was struggling with something in their life. I looked up and saw that it was Freddie who was sitting at the piano then occasionally scribbling something down into a notepad on top of the piano. I always thought that Freddie has had something against me, he never really took a liking to me or made an effort to speak to me after we had properly met so I just naturally assumed that he didn't take a fancy to me. 

"it's not very nice to eavesdrop" Freddie spoke, unexpectedly, knocking me out of my daze 

"sorry" I apologise 

he hesitantly stutters but no words come out, looking down at his hands resting on the piano keys. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, minding my own business, Freddie looked over at me as if he was expecting something before he started singing again along with playing the melody of the song. 

"love of my life, you've hurt me" Freddie sang softly but with a tremendous amount of passion and meaning. he was about to sing the next line he had come up with but stopped when his voice cracked from the sea of emotions that was pouring out of it at the moment

"it's beautiful, Freddie" I compliment him, I always tried my best to talk to him even if he didn't want me too 

"thank you" Freddie once again, stuttered nervously 

"who's it about," I asked, wanting to try and keep this conversation 

"y/n y/l/n" He replies, keeping his eyes anywhere but mine. I have to say If I was standing up I would have been knocked to the floor at that moment 

"Freddie-" I was about to speak up but he cut me off

"I'm so in love with you and yet you have no idea" Freddie started to pour his heart out 

"Freddie I'm sorry" I apologise, my voice barely there for him to hear "I'm sorry that I love you too much" I add quickly afterwards, Freddie's brown eyes met mine and a small smile played on his lips 

"don't be sorry for something I so strongly reciprocate" he replied with a new light to his face and tone. It turns out he doesn't hate me, he loves me, he really loves me.