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Freddie POV
I walked into the house with Anastasia in my arms and took her to my room laying her down on the bed. She was still breathing but was unconscious so I took a wet washcloth and wiped the smeared makeup off her face. I had to admit she was very beautiful she had long dark curling hair and her skin was so smooth. And she curved in all the right places. I never really liked super skinny women or men for that fact. I wonder what happened to her, without realizing I reached down and put my hand on her cheek. Why would somebody do something so horrible to such a beautiful person.
Next I went and got one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. I took her dress off trying not to look but I'm only human okay! I pulled the cover over her so maybe she could get some rest and left her some aspirin for when she woke up.
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Anastasia POV
I squinted my eyes open and instantly closed them because of the bright light. I had a pounding headache. Once I could finally get my eyes to adjust I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a king size bed with silk sheets so I definitely wasn't at home. I sat up quickly which was a mistake, as I felt a sharp pain go through my whole abdomen. Once I eased up into a sitting position I looked around for my purse which was laid on the bedside table along with a glass of water and aspirin. Whoever brought me here is a good person and I was NOT expecting to wake up like this.
I took the aspirin and walked into the bathroom that was attached to the room. I used the bathroom and walked to the sink to wash my hands. Whilst doing so I noticed the recently used razor and shaving creme on the bathroom sink. I'm guessing this has to be a mans room and none of the men were I'm from have this nice of stuff.
Looking up in the mirror I noticed a bruise across the left side of my face and when lifting up the t shirt somebody had placed on me I saw that my abdomen was bruised as well along with some scratches. The boss really got me this time at least I won't have to work tonight. But I still don't know who brought me here or where I am. Just as that thought crossed my mind I heard the bedroom door open.
I walked back into the bedroom and saw a man that I had seen plenty of times before in things such as music videos, live aid, and not to mention he had a movie come out about his life this year. The only problem is that he is dead or is supposed to be.
"Well are you just going to stare at me or thank me?" He said throwing up his arms and putting them on his hips. It could not be it has to be somebody else.
"who are you" I asked Fred- no I can't say that because Freddie Mercury is dead. He has to be someone else.
"You don't know who I am?!" The man said looking exasperated. "Well I'm Freddie Fucking Mercury Dear". I felt my heart drop it couldn't be.
"Am I dead?" I said aloud i seemed to have lost my filter.
"I know I look like an angel dear but what a silly question. I found you lying unconscious in the park towards to south side of London. I brought you here because you needed help you looked to have been beat up pretty bad. In fact you don't look so good now you should probably sit down" he said guiding me towards the bed once I was sat down he plopped down beside me.
"Freddie what year is it?" I asked him.
"Well 1979 of course" as soon as he said those words I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. Here I am sitting in 1979 with a dead man and I'm not even supposed to be born for another 22 years! I couldn't find any words I just sat there silently with tears rolling down my face. I felt him brush the tears off my cheeks.
"don't cry darling. What's the matter tell me what happened" he said looking at me with these rich dark chocolate eyes that I never noticed before now.
"You won't believe me" I said slightly chuckling because for some reason this is a little funny.
"Try me"
"Ok.. well I'm 18 and a High school dropout. I'm a prostitute which is why I got beat up. I didn't bring back enough profit and my pimp beat me senseless. Oh god! And that's not even the worst part!" I didn't even realize I was yelling but it didn't matter I needed to get this out. "I was born October 21 2001 and just yesterday I was in the year 2019! The last thing I remember is getting thrown against a wall passing out and now I'm in 1979 with Freddie Mercury of all people" I was so angry why is this happening to me and he probably thinks I'm a lunatic.
"Prove it. I saw that black mirror in your purse and I have never see one before. Explain it to me" he said this so calmly like he was afraid I would explode. I took a deep breath and grabbed my purse. I took my phone out and looked at Freddie.
"Ok this is a telephone" I said showing him so he could see it.
"So you can carry your phone around with you and call people whenever?" He asked me.
"Not only can you call but you can text, take photos, watch videos, and listen to music." I told unlocking my phone and handing it to him.
"Wow... let's take a photograph darling! How do I do that?" He said looking excited.
"Well you press this grey button that has a picture of a camera on the front" he did so and the camera opened up.
"Oh this is so exciting! We have to take a photograph!"we ended up taking about 45 pictures because he wanted to take some of me and of him and then he figured out he could take pictures of himself and he loved that!
"Look watch this" I took the phone back and opened up my music library. He is so fascinated he was watching my every move. I went to artist and chose queen.
"Freddie what album of yours would you like to hear?" I asked him.
"What about our newest one jazz" he said looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes again they are like chocolate. Not to mention his bod- Snap out of it Ana! You are in 1979 and instead of worrying about how to get home or if you ever will, you are looking into a gay mans eyes, like he will ever want you anyway. Whatever, you clicked on the Jazz album and pressed play and Mustapha started playing.
"This is incredible Anastasia! You really are from the future" as he was saying this my stomach growled... LOUDLY.
"Oh darling you must be famished how about we go get something to eat" he said grabbing your hand and pulling you up not really giving you a choice in the matter "and you don't have any clothes so we have to go shopping!" He said sounding like a kid in a candy store.
"Okay I guess" you replied.
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