Summary:You and John spend the week together in Tokyo, Japan. A week that would change your lives for good.
Warnings:Bit of drinking and swearing but that’s about it, lots of fluff!
A/N:I know it’s been far too long!! Sorry about that! Just been so busy between life and writing that I haven’t had the chance to take the time to upload and edit my work! Plus the eye infection didn’t help Nevertheless, here is the next part- lookout for a little song reference Enjoy!
A restless night was washed off in a quick shower. The sleep was still softly clutching onto your body however, but you had a busy day ahead and you couldn’t let that get to you. You tossed your old towels into the empty bath for the housekeeper to take away and changed into something comfortable before making your way downstairs for breakfast. It was seven thirty in the morning.
You stepped into the lift and pressed the floor where the restaurant was. When the lift stopped in the floor below yours, a flurry of excited and eager butterflies emerged in your stomach. You were disappointed when the doors opened and John wasn’t there- but he still might be sleeping. Instead a young family entered and pressed the button to the lobby. When you got out of the lift, you slowly walked to the restaurant and were led to a table. There was a spread of food along a wall and a menu on the table. You ordered a few things from it and the biggest cup of coffee they had. You got up and grabbed a bowl of funky sounding fruit to start with and grabbed one of the newspapers they had and put it on the table beside you, reading it while you ate your fruit.
Your coffee arrived…and so did someone else. “Morning!” They chirped and you looked up, a smile suddenly appearing on your face.
“Good morning, John,” you folded up the paper “How’d you sleep?” You asked.
“I didn’t.” He still managed to lowly chuckle despite being exhausted.
You smirked “Neither did I.” He was still standing- there was a spare chair across from you. “Do you want to join me for breakfast?”
“You sure?” He asked, already pulling out the chair.
“Course,” you smiled and he sat down, and placed his order with the server. “I like having company.” You smiled into your coffee cup “I always travel alone- it’s a nice change having breakfast with someone.”
“I hope I’m not keeping you from your work.” The worry was adamant in John’s voice but you waved away his concerns and told him that he wasn’t. “I’m assuming you’re a fellow Londoner from your accent?” He put that out there and then silently thanked the waiter for his tea that he had ordered.
“You assume correct. I live just west of Kensington.” John choked on his tea and you raised a brow. “What?”
“I live just west of Kensington!” He grinned. “Melrose Gardens!”
You went wide-eyed “No way! I stay on Dewhurst Road! You are like five minutes away from me!” You giggled and John rested his chin on his hand with a toothy grin. Your laughter died down and you looked at him with a soft, amazed smile. “Isn’t it funny that you can travel halfway around the world and then find someone who lives down the road from you?”
“Very funny,” he mused.
“It’s fascinating how small our little big world is.” You said just as your breakfasts arrived.
“So what are your plans for today?” He asked. “Do you focus on a particular point of interest or sights to write about?” John was genuinely interested in what you did and when he arrived back in the U.K., he was sure to get his hands on a paper to read your work.
“I try and focus on a bit on every aspect. I tend to spend a week wherever I go to try and do a bit of everything a place has to offer.” You began to explain, the pair of you still eating away at your breakfasts. “So today for example, today I’m going to the shops and I’m going to explore a little- jot down anything I find interesting or if I spot any quirky hotspots . I’ll take a lot of photos too. But during the week I’ll go on a excursion, see what modes of public transport are available, check out the nightlife, try the traditional restaurants…that sort of thing.”
“You’ve certainly got a jam-packed week. Sounds fun too!” He took a bite of toast. “I’ll probably be stuck in here all week- especially since my bandmates will be far too busy lazing about.” He added with an eye roll.
You chortled before you were hit with an idea. “If you’re not busy…you could always tag along with me if you want? I don’t mind.” You nonchalantly shrugged and sipped away on your coffee.
“R-really?! Sure! I’d love to!” John knew he sounded a little too enthusiastic.
“Great! Well I’ll get myself organised and I can meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes?” You suggested and both stood up at the same time.
“Perfect!” You both made your way to the lift, John got off at his floor. “See you soon!” You sent him a small wave and continued going up another floor. You grabbed your bag that had all your necessities in it and your camera along with a guidebook. Before you went anywhere you always read up about where you were going and took a guidebook on the journey with you. The maps inside were especially handy.
Twenty minutes later you met with John who was eagerly waiting for you and an adventure around Tokyo. “Ready to go?” You asked and he nodded and the pair of you stepped outside. The sun was out and there was a scattering of fluffy white clouds in the sky. You ended up down a busy little side street. You spotted a shop who’s window display consisted of bright yellow, plastic streamers and questionable looking mannequins in even more questionable positions. “We should head in,” you pointed to the door.
“In there?” John pointed too “It looks mad!”
You took his hand and you both felt a jolt of electricity bolt up your arms. “That’s exactly why we’re going in.” John was happy to be dragged by you into the weird wonderland of whimsical mishmash paraphernalia. It held everything from telephones to a literal kitchen sink, as well as odd pairs of shoes, cut out bras and glittery rubber ducks.
“This looks like the inside of Freddie’s head,” John murmured with a smirk while he took in the emporium of sheer madness.
You smiled and made a mental note to ask about his bandmates later. Walking up ahead, you laughed and picked up a cowboy hat “John,” you called him and he looked over, stifling a laugh. “What do you think?” You dramatically accentuated your poses.
“You actually really suit that! You should get it!” You took it off and admired it before taking his advice. John found himself in a little gap filled with rails of clothes and picked up a very jazzy, sequinned, feathery bra. “Think this is too much?” He joked and you giggled.
“Matches your sparkling eyes…” you said without even thinking. Your mouth just blabbed the truth. John had a shy smile on his face while yours went bright red. “Um…” you nervously picked up something and held it in front of him “I think you’d look good in this shirt. Brings out your eyes.” You mentally slapped yourself bringing up his beautiful eyes yet again within a matter of seconds.
“You got a thing for my eyes?” He teased but John was a giddy, nervous wreck now he knew that you liked his eyes. He’d use that to his advantage.
“I think we should pay and explore more of the city,” you managed to speak out and after grabbing a few more things which included a pair of sunglasses and funky light up earrings, you paid and headed to more shops.
You and John found yourselves in a clothes shop that was deeply embracing the trends of the 70’s along with a few traditional outfits. You snapped a few photos of the store and of the cheerful cashier who happily stuck his thumbs up when you snapped a picture. You thanked him and continued taking more photos, including one of John candidly looking through the rails. After picking up an armful of clothes each, you tried them on- some for a laugh and others because they were genuinely nice pieces. You emerged out of the changing booth, pulling back the orange velvet curtain and looked in the mirror in front of you. Then John emerged and you burst out laughing at what you were both wearing. “We look like Sonny and Cher!” You giggled and John stood next to you and scrutinised the immensely tacky outfits.
“I don’t have a moustache!” He chuckled.
You reached across and pulled a strand of his long hair in front of his face, above his lip. “Now you do!” You laughed even louder.
John grabbed a piece and placed it over your lip. “So do you.” He took it away and lightly gasped “It’s still there!” Your jaw dropped but your mouth was curving upwards at his playful remark.
You lightly jabbed his side “Very funny.” The cashier, who was laughing at the pair of you, pointed at your camera and then the two of you as if to ask ‘Would you like your photo taken?’ You nodded with a small smile and handed him the camera. He took two and handed it back. “Arigatō!” You bowed and he did the same. John looked at you with an amazed smile.
“You know Japanese?” He asked.
You shook your head and changed, still talking to him- the room was so small and the wall and curtains were thin enough for him to still hear you. “Only a little. 'Thanks’ is pretty easy- I couldn’t have a full blown conversation in the language.” You changed into a traditional dress and stepped out, John was still admiring his choice of outfit that made him look like Sonny. “What do you think?” You asked and he looked at you via the mirror. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught.
“You look beautiful in that…” he was dumbfounded by your beauty in such a traditional look.
You sheepishly smiled. “Arigatō…” you winked and then changed back into your own clothes, picking out a few bits that you liked and a jumper that your mum would love as well as the traditional dress. You both paid and headed to the next shop, snapping yet more photos, then another, and then another, then stopped off for some street food- a platter of sushi and gyoza’s before heading to yet another shop and picking up a kimono each. “That was a very successful day shopping!” You entered the hotel with your arms full of bags.
“I think the term 'shop till you drop’ is the definition of what we’ve done today!” John tiredly laughed. “God, I need a shower now! That was so fun!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” you managed to press the lift button. “Thanks for coming along with me. I had a great time and got lots of great photos!”
“Thanks for the invite.” John sent you a warm smile. “Now it’s my turn to return an invite- meet you at the bar later? Around seven?” He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes and nervous, twiddling fingers.
“Yeah!” You quickly agreed- perhaps a little too fast but that didn’t bother John.
He got off at the floor below yours and headed to his room with a smile. He had never had so much fun in such few hours- especially shopping! It was like you had opened his eyes to a new and exciting world. Then it dawned on him that perhaps the company made a difference and was the influence of why he had such fun. Sure, he had been to the shops with past girlfriends but it was a chore to him. But shopping with you and your 'eyes wide open to everything and anything’ view changed his initial perspective on going shopping with someone.
You put all your bags down in the corner of your room for now, you’d pack everything away at some point. You took out the camera and photos from the bag it was in and smiled at one- of many photos- of John. He was standing facing a sign that was in Japanese, the light from it bounced perfectly off his face and he looked ethereal- he was glowing. The shadows created perfectly highlighted his exquisite features. You were in awe.
Seven o'clock rolled around fast. John was at the bar first waiting for you with a untouched glass of Suntory beside him. He looked up at the right moment and saw you walk in wearing a lovely black dress with little flowers on it. “Thought I’d make an effort for rock royalty…” you spun on the spot.
John decided to joke with you. “That’s an effort?” He widely grinned and you feigned offence with a smirk. “I’m only kidding! You know I’m joking!”
“You’re ballsy, John Deacon!” You pointed as you sat next to him, then you saw the drink. “And you got my usual.” You leaned forward and clinked your glass with his. “Am I that predictable after being in my company for just over a day?” You both looked over hearing an eruption of laughter. The group of Japanese businessmen who were there in the same spot as last night. “People drinking for days gone by, huh?” You smirked and motioned over to them. “They were here last night too. But then again, time don’t mean a thing- especially when you’re jet lagged.” John hummed and nodded in agreement. “I wish I could sleep.”
“Me too,” John sighed and took a drink. “Maybe one night I’m here I’ll be able to.” You casually rested a hand on your cheek, keeping your attention on John. “That night feels like years away….” he laughed “But then again, time don’t mean a thing.” He repeated your words and the corner of your lip tugged upwards for a split second.
The group of men laughed again and you and John smiled “Sounds like they are having fun.”
“I had fun today,” John said before taking a sip of his drink “Most fun since I’ve been here really- our management were really pushing us last week in Kyoto. Wasn’t very enjoyable, a lot of pressure.” He sighed and played with the napkin under his glass.
Your eyebrows softened and you reached across and instinctively placed your hand on his forearm and he stopped toying with the napkin. The contact sent John’s heart fluttering. “You know, maybe you should take a break from listening to what they tell you to do and start listening to yourself. You might actually live a little and feel better if you did.” You suggested before taking a drink. “You’re your own person John. No one can ever take that away from you.” You smiled at him. John placed his hand on the top of yours, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.
“I might just do that, Y/N.”
You were looking at each other in silence for a few minutes and then the bartender- the same one from last night- disturbed you both. You had both learned his name, Harry, he asked if you’d like another round of drinks. “Last round for me,” you looked to John “I hope you don’t mind, I want to attempt to get some sleep tonight!”
John nodded with a grin “I’m on the same boat as you! I’ll make an attempt to get some shut eye but I doubt I’ll get much.”
“The jet lag is still kicking the shit out of me so I’ll be up most of the night too no doubt.” You tiredly smiled “It really sucks.” You thanked Harry with a silent smile and raised your glass at John who did the same. You both took your time on your last drink before parting ways for the night. “Thanks for a great day, John. I had an amazing time.”
“Hope we can do it again…I’d really like it if we did.” He bit on his lip and you shyly smiled while nodding your head. You were hoping he’d say that. “Hope you get some sleep.”
“I hope you get some sleep too, John.” You got off first. “Night. Sweet dreams.” You waved and caught one final glimpse of him. Or so you thought.
John pressed his hand against the door to hold it open and popped his head out “And Y/N!” He called.
You turned around “Yes?”
He smiled, admiring the sight he knew was fortunate enough to be looking at. “You really didn’t need to make the effort. You already look absolutely beautiful.”
You bashfully smiled “Thank you.” John forced himself back into the lift. The doors shut and he endured another floor in the lift listening to yet more piano music. You quickly changed into your pyjamas, turned off the room lights and tossed yourself onto the bed- not bothering to find what remote closed the curtains. You fell asleep with the glowing Tokyo lights in the background while thinking of John.
Request (anon): Will you pretty please write a joe mazzello!John deacon fluff thing where John’s away on tour and he misses the reader a lot and there are tears over the phone but then he surprises her with an early arrival home? Idk something like this would be really beautiful’
A/N: Thank you for the request! I absolutely love this concept and I’m so obsessed with Joe Mazzello as John Deacon and he’s so cute! Enjoy!
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John was going on tour with his band ‘queen’ that was increasingly rising to fame. You wanted to go with him so badly but the timing just didn’t work out. Him leaving you made you so upset, knowing after a while you’d forget his touch and the scent of his cologne would soon fade from the t-shirt he would lend you. Not only did you miss him dearly, but it made you so anxious that he would be around so many other young, gorgeous women who weren’t you. Just the thought of other girls drunkily flirting with him made your heart ache. ‘What if he forgets about me and leaves me for some groupie?’ Your mind seemed to draw out some of the most bizarre scenarios in your head, making you become more anxious…
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“If you miss me, you know I’m just a phone call away.” assured John.
“Promise you’ll answer?” you said with begging eyes.
“I promise”
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. John planted a kiss on the top of your forehead.
“I’ll miss you y/n”
“I’ll miss you too… I love you”
“I love you too.”
There was a silence for a moment. You looked out of the window of the airport trying to hide the fact that you were on the brink of bursting into tears.
“My flights about to leave, I really better get going.” he gave you one last kiss.
“Alright, be careful… and make sure to call me when you get off the plane so I know you made it there safely”
“I will, I love you darling, goodbye…”
“Goodbye, John…”
Deacy walked away and you stood in the middle of the airport watching him as tears rolled down your face. Knowing you weren’t going to be able to see him for a while made your heart ache.
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The next few months were hell. You missed him so much, more than anything. He’d call you occasionally when he had the chance, but most times the calls were rushed. You missed talking to him in person, you missed the clarity of his voice. Every now and then you would find a live queen concert on television to watch, and he looked amazing up on stage. You missed it. You missed kissing him, playing with his hair, hugging him tightly, you missed his touch.
You sat around watching television, waiting for him to call. The phone rung and you rushed to go pick it up.
“Y/n?”
“Hey, John”
“How are you?”
“I’m alright, but I really miss you.”
“I miss you too…”
“You looked really good up on stage, I saw one of your performances on the television the other day.”
John rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh thank you, love. Did you notice?”
“Notice what?” you asked.
“That I waved at the end just for you?”
“Oh yes, it was lovely, thank you.”
Your voice trailed off and there was silence.
“So… it’s getting towards the end of the tour correct?”
“It is”
“When do you think you’ll be back home?”
“In about… five weeks maybe? We have a couple more shows”
“five more weeks is better than five more months I suppose” you stated.
“Yeah for sure” he replied.
“Y/n…” his voiced trailed off for a moment as if he was searching for words to say.
“I miss you so much y/n, I really do… I miss hugging you and kissing you and cuddling with you all night long- and the way you would ask me to talk about my day or ask me to tell a story when you were trying to fall asleep because you wanted to fall asleep to my voice… because of how you said you loved my voice and how calming it was… I miss the little things you would do y/n. You make me so happy and this distance is absolutely killing me… I miss you so much…”
You were at a loss of words and tears rolled down your face.
“I really miss you too, John… everyday I look forward to seeing new pictures of you and the boys, I look forward to seeing the interviews of you on the television, even if you don’t talk that much-“ you giggled softly. “I look forward to your calls and listening to your voice, but after all of that- all I want to do is lay in your arms…”
Tears rushed from his eyes. You knew how much he missed you and how badly the distance was tearing him apart.
“I love you, y/n”
“I love you more”
There was a pause and then you heard voices in the background of the call.
“I’m so sorry darling but- I have to go, it’s getting so late.”
“Alright, I love you. Tell the boys I said hello…” you said as you wiped away some of your tears.
“I definitely will. Bye-bye, love” he hung up the phone.
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It had been two weeks since the last time you heard from him. You kept calling and he wouldn’t pick up. You were genuinely worried about him and you missed him so much. Being away from him was bad enough, but now not even being able to communicate with him? It was devastating.
You heard a knock on the door while you were upstairs in your room reading a novel. Not wanting to get up, you ignored it. But surely enough, you heard them knock again. Puting your book down, you got up from your bed and walked downstairs. They knocked again.
“Coming!!” you yelled into the air with a slight groan.
You unlocked the door and opened it. It was John.
“Oh my God!” you squealed in happiness as you pulled him in for a tight hug. John pulled you in for a kiss.
“Wait- how did you get home so early? I thought your tour was lasting for at least three more weeks?” you said out of curiosity.
“Some of the shows got cancelled. The guys wanted to stay America for the remaining few weeks, but I told them I wanted to come home to see you”
