𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

P a r t - t h r e e - H o t e l

Date; 1982
Location; a hotel in London
Warnings; swearing

"Bagsy not sharing." Roger speaks up first.

"N-no I'm not either." Andy follows.

"I'm too tired to share-" Nick

"Me too." Simon declares as I attempt to get at least a breath In between all of this chaos.

Oh my god; am I sharing a bed with JOHN TAYLOR? This can't be happening- I look so ugly in the mornings, I talk in my sleep and what if I accidentally punch him or something? Or kick his balls right in the middle of the night? Everything was going so well up until now! What if I spontaneously wee?

"Looks like we're sharing for the night Frankie!" John smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck for comfort as I edge to the side slightly, not wanting to see overly desperate...

"Yeah, I guess so!" I manage to speak without stuttering on my words which would've been yet another bad moment of this very night...

Wait- this could be really good on the other hand. We could get really close, this could be great for our friendship- yet I can't help but thinking of the crippling embarrassment if I do kick him when the clock strikes 12:00...

"Have fun you two, don't shag each other-" Andy slurs, earning a kick to the leg from a John as he is dragged away by Simon; my guesses are Andy is as much of a party animal as he always used to be!

John and I turn down the corridor in unison, heading for room 241. The sudden remembrance that I have had in fact more than two white wines this evening strikes me in the head as I promise myself not to begin throwing up the second I wake up; hopefully I won't become un-loyal to myself.

John fumbles for the key in his pocket as he finally brings out one. He holds it up, taking me aback with his smile once more as I return the favour, my smile perhaps not as beaming as John's. I look away as he turns back to the door, my cheeks becoming overwhelmed with redness and I can't help but blush.

"Ah shit wrong key." John shakes his head as his hair follows the movement, dancing about in the same motion; he holds his coat out for me to take as I do so, forcing my eyes away from his head of hair. I grab the coat, allowing John to look for the key once more, but with an extra hand. Brushing my hand subtly across the surface of his coat, I feel the delicate fabric wishing I could simply wrap the material around my body.

"Oh thank god-" John breathes out, the door swinging open on cue. I hand him back his coat, following him into the room- god this is so exciting yet so nerve wracking.

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor? Because I can-" I suggest, turning to face John as he sets down his coat.

"Look- you've had a really long night you must be exhausted, you take the bed, I'll take the floor-" He smiles, pointing at the carpeted ground beside the solitary double-bed.

"But so have you John- you look shattered, I'll take the floor-" I argue back for what feels like the thousandth time.

"Let's agree to disagree and both take the bed, ok?" He laughs, gesturing his hands, signalling his point was the final one to be made. I chuckle upon seeing his frantic movement after our disagreeing session.

"Fine- but I'm sorry if I kick you." I shake my head, walking past him, making a beeline towards the bathroom as his laugh lingers, the sweet sound becoming more distant as I enter the toilet's threshold. Having grabbed my toiletry bag on the way past where I had recently sat it down, I reach inside the red-clothed pouch, pulling out my facecloth.