Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

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20th March 1972

*this is another flash back type chapter

"More drinks ? Don't you think you three have had enough ? Always fucking getting us into trouble you lot are." Brian said stubbornly, causing a very loud laugh from me and Freddie as Roger returned with more drinks for the three of us. Deaky shook his head and laughed, only further frustrating Brian.

"Oh relax you bloody old man !" Freddie laughed, taking a dangerously large gulp from the glass Roger had handed him moments prior.

"Look at Tee for Christ sake. Noah would have a heart attack if we took her back to their flat looking like that." Brian added, earning a nod of agreement from Roger. I furrowed my brows at the blonde who only chuckled and took back the drink he'd given me.

"Maybe I'll have this one." Roger smirked as I sighed and complained like a toddler. However Brian was right- my boyfriend was not very appreciative of the fact I would often return to our flat shit-faced every time I'd go and see one of Queen's gigs. We'd been dating for a little while now, we definitely had our differences but I did like him.

Noah was sweet and definitely a little shy, but that would instantly change the second he consumed any alcohol. I did notice he relied on drinking a lot, but he was out most nights anyway. We never spent a great deal of time together anymore like we used to when we first started dating, but I still wanted to be with him. We worked well together, when we were actually together, and I was content enough with the way things worked.

My relationships with Freddie's band mates however had only grown better. Brian was like my protective older brother who always made sure I'd get home safe and not get into trouble with my slightly stubborn boyfriend, where as John was like a younger brother who always laughed at the jokes I'd make about Roger's hair or Freddie outrageous fashion sense.

But me and Roger had a different relationship to any of the others. He was always a little flirty, but he cared a lot and we knew each other really well. Maybe a little too well for two people that are just meant to be friends. But we'd never spoken about the time he'd asked me specifically not to date Noah. No matter how many drinks that drummer consumed in the space of one night, he would never let the secret slip.

"I'll have it darling !" Freddie exclaimed, stealing a second drink from the blonde. I laughed and got up from my seat beside John, rummaging through my pockets to find a lighter.

"Off for a cigarette ?" Roger asked, his blue eyes oddly locking on to mine. His eyes were a piercing, deep blue that were so easy to get lost in. Every time I felt my dull hazel eyes catch his, I felt like I couldn't catch a word.

"Yeah, you coming ?" I stumbled a little as I spoke, mainly because of the amount of alcohol I'd had to drink in the past three hours. I'd had certainly a lot more than I should've.

"I'll pass. Someone has to make sure these two don't kill that thing." Roger hinted towards the fact Brian and John looked very pissed at an extremely tipsy Freddie who was happily making his way through both drinks in front of him.

"Just don't fall over on your way Peps !" I turned around and flipped off Roger, smirking as I did. He shook his head and stuck his own middle finger up at me.

"Wanker." I yelled before stepping out the front of the pub and into the cold London streets to have another cigarette. I lit the cig between my lips and took a deep drag in relief, my mind full of tons of different thoughts. Though the main one was about how I was meant to try and sober up the slightest before going home shortly, as I knew Noah would not be entertained by the state I was getting myself into.

I always did think about me and Roger too much. But soon after learning how he really treated girls, any of the thoughts I'd had about maybe sleeping with him on the first occasion we'd met had died down within seconds. If I hadn't of met Noah that night, I think things would've played out different.

I shook my head and sighed, brushing away the different emotions and thoughts I had about the blonde and the brunette. After putting out my cigarette, I returned to the busy, loud atmosphere of the pub to find another head of hair sat amongst the four boys.

I quickly noticed who had taken my seat behind John, and brushed my hand through my hair nervously.

"Noah, what are you doing here ? I thought I told you I'd get a taxi home later." I smiled briefly and then glanced at Roger, who was not thrilled by the fact my boyfriend was where. Roger and Noah had met one another a few times, but the both had a good enough opinion of each other. Noah thought Roger was just trying to sleep with me and Roger thought Noah was controlling and no good for me.

"Well it's late and you weren't home so I thought I'd save you the money and come and get you." Noah smiled at me, convincing me to say my goodbyes to the other four.

"I'll guess we'll catch you later Peps." Roger said, giving me a small wave goodbye. Freddie frowned dramatically as the guitarist said his goodbyes similarly to Deaky.

"Peps ?" Noah questioned, giving Roger a rude stare.

"Little nick name Noah." I shrugged, trying to make sure the two wouldn't snap at each other.

"Oh right. Well I'll see you guys later." Noah waved at the four boys and smiled. Only John waved back at him to try and be nice, but none of the other three band mates were big fans of my boyfriend.

"Bye." I said, following closely behind Noah as he left the pub. I noticed Roger whisper something to Brian and Freddie loudly mimic Noah, which I found a little entertaining, though I hoped the brunette in front of me didn't hear.

"It's like eleven o'clock Charlotte !" Noah exclaimed as we both got into the car. I struggled a little with my seat belt due to how drunk I was, but I eventually managed to get myself strapped in safely.

"I was out with my Friends Noah. And can you stop calling me that ? It's shortened to Lottie for a reason." I snapped. The moment the words fell out my mouth I felt a little regret. Similarly to Noah, when I drank I got a confidence that often upset people. But I hated the fact he seemed to think it was ok to call me Charlotte, it was either Lottie or Tee, with the exception of Roger that is.

"Can we just go home and not argue ?" He said.

"Surely you've drunk too much to drive." I replied, earning a small, guilty shrug from Noah.

"Oh so you have. Fantastic."

"Why don't you get Roger to take you home ? He seems perfect enough for you." I furrowed my brows and rolled my eyes at Noah, which didn't help with anything. He was always bringing up Roger, and it always pissed me off.

An- thank you to anyone reading :)

is it ok so far ?