𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬

one year of love (part two) •R.T•

The pub was packed as you took a swig of the red wine in the glass that sat beside the new book you were reading. As agreed, you sat in the same pub from a year ago as a random song played softly from the jukebox as you awaited the blonde.

To say you'd changed would be an understatement, the change was all a part of your plan. You had died your hair and styled it differently, wore more makeup and dressed more fancy all in the hopes that, if Roger truly liked you, he would recognize you either way.

Sighing, you got some spare change from your purse as the song had finished and you made your way to the jukebox. Upon reaching it, you inserted the coins; browsing through the song choices. You settled for 'Twist and shout' by The Beatles.

Over the last year not alot had happened, you got a new job writing for a famous newspaper and became an Aunt. He was the sweetest little boy you'd ever met; his blue eyes complimenting his blond hair, reminding you of the guy who surprisingly hadn't left your mind. Though you hated to admit it you had became awfully attracted to Roger; he held your every thought in his hand much to your pleasure and disappointment. Speaking of the devil, he walked through the door at that very moment; his hair still devilishly gorgeous and that face of his still handsome as ever. You took a deep breath and smoothed down your dress. Just breath y/n, it's only the person who consumed your life for the past year and could either break you or make you in the next few hours.

"Y/n?" you heard a voice murmur from behind you and you turned to be met with the orbs of the blue eyed boy. He held his sunglasses in his left hand; the other one rubbing his forehead as if to consider something. "Hi Roger" you smiled shyly.

However, he stood there gawking at you like some lost soul on Mars. Self-consciously, you waved your hand in front of his face hoping to regain his attention as you felt he was secretly thinking of an escape plan.

"Is it really you?" was all he said when he finally came back around.

"Erm, I think so. Depends on who you expect me to be" you laughed.

"I- I guess I'm expecting you to be this girl-" he began.

"Well that's good because I am a girl" you said.

"No, not just any girl. I expect you to be the m gorgeous girl I met here a year ago who read books, wore comfy clothing and- and didn't dress to impress" he laughed anxiously.

"Sorry, that didnt sound very nice. Let me rephrase that. I think- although you look stunning in that dress- you don't need to dress up to impress me, love. I think you're forgetting that I was attracted to you whilst you were wearing what you were comfy in"

"To be honest this dress is really uncomfortable" you laughed.

"Right" he paused, drinking in your appearance. "Its good to see you y/n"

•••

"No, you didnt?" laughed Roger, earning you to threw your head back in laughter too.

"I did! I'm telling you; you dont wanna mess with me or I'll draw a moustache on your face whilst you sleep" you smiled sarcastically.

So far, everything was perfect. You and Roger got on quite well; not once running out of things to say. Although you didnt know him all to well, it was as if he had been through all your ups and downs with you. You trusted him and you wanted to tell him straight how much you adored him. Though, despite how nervous you were, you wouldn't have a chance to say it in that moment anyways as the bartender called out that the pub was closing.

"I suppose we better leave then" spoke Roger with a disappointed smile claiming his lips.

"I suppose so"

So, as you swerve your way through the unwilling crowd, you focus on your steps; hoping you don't trip of fall. Roger notices this and happily slips his hand into yours as though it's the most casual thing in the world. You felt your heart rate speed up, palms increasingly growing clammy.

"Dont worry love, we'll be out in a minute" Roger assured you. And he was right, you were standing in the cold just short of two minutes later.

"Thank god we're out of there" huffed Roger.

"Yeah" you silently agreed, still  focusing on the fingers which were tightly intertwined with yours.

"You alright, y/n?"

"Erm, y-yeah" you replied with a shaky breath.

"No you're not" he squinted his eyes your way. "Come on, you can tell me"

You pondered what to say; tell him the things  you wanted to say and risk embarrassing yourself because he didn't feel the same way or make up some random excuse he would surely believe so he could get off your back. You opted for the latter.

"I'm just tired, that's all" you lied.

"Oh, well are you awake enough to have a conversation with me?" he smiled, warming your heart in an instant. "Of course" you beamed back.

"What do you wanna talk about?"you asked. Roger looked into your eyes for a moment or two; his face contouring that of one deep in thought.

"I want talk about us" he spoke boldly earning your eyes to widen and your breath to hitch within your throat.

"W-what?" you spoke, clearly taken back at how forward he was.

"Oh dont play games y/n. You and I both know we like eachother"

You scoffed. "How would you know that, huh?"

"Well for starters, you got all tense when I held your hand"

Oh my god.

"Secondly, you havent stopped staring at me all night"

Seriously y/n!

"And not to mention that if we didn't have a single feeling for each other neither of us would have shown up tonight"

Okay, there he had a point.

"Look, I dont know about you y/n but I  don't want tonight to end. Unfortunately we cant change the fact that it will but what we can change is us" Roger explained.

"What do you mean?" you asked nervously.

"I mean- god, y/n I like you. Like really like you and i-" he sighed a sad kind of sigh which made your heart ache at the sight of it. "I dont ever want to let you go. Please, y/n, let me love you"

Though you knew the answer almost instantly, you were in too big a state of shock to answer. This is what you had wanted for the past year. The thing you longed for the most; with the desire to love him for as long as you could.

"Y/n?" Roger pleaded on.

"Yes" you whispered, though because you spoke so quietly he didnt hear.

"What was that?" he aksed, hopeful.

"Oh my- of course you idiot"

"Now I don't appreciate being called an idiot but-" you cut Roger off quite abruptly.

"Shut up and kiss me, Taylor" you ordered; smashing your lips on his. His lips were soft like velvet softly touching the skin. He was yours and as your lips broke apart Roger whispered a sweet "nothing would make me happier"

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