He Hears You Singing

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Billy:

If you're a good singer:

"Y/N!" Billy yelled, walking through your house. He was trying to find his hoodie that he had left at your house but couldn't find it anywhere. "Y/N I can't find my hoodie!" He walked by your room but stopped when he heard someone singing. He furrowed his brows. It sounded like a girl. His curiosity getting the better of him, Billy opened the door to see you dancing around, the beautiful singing coming from your mouth.

"My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick

Too much pressure and I'm nervous

That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune

And a Britney song was on

And a Britney song was on

And a Britney song was on

So I put my hands up

They're playing my song,

And the butterflies fly away

Noddin' my head like, yeah

Movin' my hips like, yeah

I got my hands up,

They're playin' my song

You know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Yeah, it's a party in the USA!" you finished, grinning.

"Wow," Billy said, causing you to turn around. You turned red when you saw that Billy was leaning against your doorframe. "I had no idea you could sing."

"I-I um, well..." you stuttered.

"You have a very beautiful voice," Billy added, smiling softly.

"Thanks," you mumbled, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.




Freddie:

"Y/n?" Freddie said, knocking on your front door. "Y/n?" He opened the door. "Y/-"

"She wears high heels

I wear sneakers

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up

And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you can see that I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know

Baby, you belong with me

You belong with me." Freddie heard a voice singing.

I really hope that's not y/n's mom, he thought, then walked in the direction of the voice. It led him to the kitchen.

"Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're about to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me about your dreams

I think I know where you belong

I think I know it's with me..." you sang, then did a little twirl and saw Freddie standing at the door. "How much did you hear?" you asked, your face so red that it put a tomato to shame.

"Enough to know that your voice is just as beautiful as you," Freddie smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist. He kissed your forehead put his chin on your shoulder.

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