Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

21- Party pt 2

Roger stood tall infront of me, his eyes looking down at my figure. Freddie paused his conversation and looked over to me and then the drummer, waiting for one of us to say something.

"Dance with me Peps." Roger held his hand out and waited for mine to fall in it. I leaned back a little in my seat, trying to create more distance between us. Why did he want to dance ?

"I erm... I don't dance Roger." I replied. His brows furrowed and he laughed.

"Cmon. Just for a minute Peps. Or at least until I can find someone that'll let me pinch a cig" He waved an empty packet of Marlboros infront of me. Freddie was still silent, eagerly watching mine and Roger's small conversation grow.

"If I give you one of mine will you leave ?" I asked. Freddie scoffed and Roger shook his head.

"Not without a dance." His hand still sat in the air in front of me, still patiently waiting to feel mine fall into it. I leaned forward the smallest bit, but I still hesitated, until Freddie gave me a pretty harsh shove up off the sofa.

"Go and... and dance !" He exclaimed, his words slurred. Me and Roger both laughed a little and I finally let my hand slip into his. My eyes briefly caught Brian across the room. He had a huge smile plastered across his face and was watching happily as Roger pulled me to a corner of the room where no band mates would see us.

I had no idea what I was doing. The last time me and Roger spoke we were pretty much screaming at one another in my apartment. There was a clear feeling of sympathy, from both of us. He held my hand with a firm grip, not too tight, but tight enough so I wouldn't be able to slip out of his grasp.

"Roger what are you doing ?" I asked. He shrugged and rocked his head back to side, almost as if he was trying to deny the answer that was just about to fall through his lips.

"Well I owe you an apology. And Brian said you'd had enough to drink to at least consider talking to me." Neither of us were 'dancing' we were practically rocking side to side stood opposite from one another.

"So... I'm sorry Peps."

I think that was the first time Roger had ever apologised- and meant it. He often lost his temper and did some shitty things, but all things he wasn't really sorry for. He wasn't sorry for spraying hair spray in Brian's eyes or knocking over Freddie's piano, in his eyes they deserved it. But this time Roger was sorry, truly.

"I'm sorry too. I was being awfully dramatic."

"No, you were right." He sighed. My mouth lightly fell open, and I laughed a little. "What's so funny ?"

"I can't believe... Roger Taylor has just admitted to me being right." We both laughed. We weren't shouting at one another, we were close enough together to simply talk loudly. If we hadn't of both had a drink, I think the 'talk' would've played out a lot differently. I imagined that I would of been a lot more stubborn and bitchy, and Roger would've been less flirtatious in a way and his usual smug self. And he would never of admitted to me being right whilst sober.

"Well it's because unfortunately you are. I need to stop sleeping with every bloody girl I meet." There was a hint of regret in his tone, like he was annoyed at himself for admitting the truth. I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded as Roger's body moved closer to mine. I felt the butterflies in the bottom of my stomach stir a little.

"You won't change Roger. Unfortunately for me I know you maybe a little too well." I laughed a little as Roger's mind flashed with the images of me stood at his door. He shrugged and nodded before his laughter soon met mine. I was lucky we were both a little tipsy- we seemed to laugh a lot more rather than yell.