A Little Bit of Trouble | A Roger Taylor Fanfiction.

part 3 • "let's do it!"

"Alright everyone!" Freddie says walking over to the booth with the guys he arrived with. They stop their conversations and turn to face Freddie and I. Freddie leans his arms on the booths table and looks at each of his friends. "Boys, this is Evelyn Riley and we're gonna throw a brick through her ex boyfriends window.

A tall poodle of a man chocked on his drink, "Umm- what!"

"You heard me, Brian! We're going to throw a brick through that pricks window!" Freddie turned to look at me and smiled. I laugh.

Brian rolls his eyes and speaks, "Hi, Evelyn. Nice to meet you." He says, holding out his hand for a handshake.

I oblige, "Hiya, Brian."

Freddie begins talking again, "Cmon guys! He's a dick, a really big dick!"

"I've got a really big dick." Roger muttered under his breath before taking a swig of his drink.

I whip to turn my head to the blonde. He shrugs and smirks at me. I chuckle, holding my hand to my mouth.

"Hey there." He says, winking at me.

Freddie just stared at him. "Roger, I've just told you that we're going to throw a brick through her ex boyfriends window... she can't be very happy so leave her alone." He said, sliding in next to him.

The way Roger winked at me made feel things that Stephen couldn't even make me feel in bed.

"No, no. It's okay." I said, smirking at Roger.

"Listen, Rog, Evelyn is one of my favourite people." Freddie said picking up a napkin. "I will not. let. you. hurt. her!" he shouted, smacking the napkin on his arm.

Roger looked up at me through his thick, blonde lashes that any women would kill to have, "Alright, alright. I'll have to get to know her then first." He says, smirking.

My eyes widen at him. "I guess you will." I flirt.

Suddenly a voice came from the corner of the booth. "Well I'm up for anything."

We all turn our heads round to face the voice.

"Of course you are, John." Freddie laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Hi, John." I say, giving him a small, friendly wave.

"Hiya." He replies, taking a long sip of his beer. "So what's the plan, Fred?"

"Well, John. We'll leave soon, walk to Stephen the piece of shits house, pick up a brick and throw it through his window!"

"What if we get caught?!" Brian asks.

"Hopefully we do!" Fred exclaims.

Roger takes a sip of his beer and looks at Freddie with puzzled eyes, "What do you mean?!"

"Well, if we're caught by him then we can shout stuff at him too!" Fred snickered.

"Let's do it!" John said, the excitement ripe in his voice.

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It was 1:47am when we reached Stephen's flat, we'd found a brick on the side of the road and we were all arguing who would be the one to throw it. The lampposts dim light was shining down on us as we passed around the brick.

"Surely it should be Evelyn!" Roger says.

"I can't throw for shit!" I whisper-shout.

"How about me? I'm the tallest." Brian suggests.

"Yeah, being tall doesn't mean you can throw!" Roger says. "I play the drums for god sake!"

Freddie pauses to think, "That does make the most amount of sense."

"Well it's settled, Here, Rog. Do the honours." I say, passing him the brick. His hand rubs against mine; there's that tingle again.

Roger picks up the brick and gets ready to throw. "Gowan Rog." John comments casually.

C R A S H

"Fuck! I did it!" Rog laughs, wobbling over the road from the adrenaline.

Suddenly Stephens voice fills the street. "What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you?... Evelyn?!" He shouts.

"Take that, you fucking wanker!" I shout. "I know all about you and Kate!"

"What are you talking about?!" He says, trying to sound like he had no idea he was shagging some other girl for a year.

"Oh fuck off, Kate's admitted it! You two are pathetic!" I shout, laughing.

"You let a good one go, you pillock!" Freddie shouts.

"Yeah, well done, wanker!" Roger yells, holding up his hand and doing a rude hand signal. I'm sure you can guess.

"Who the fuck are you?" Stephen yells at my protectors.

"Your mum's boyfriends!" Roger yells.

Brian starts cackling. "Get fucked, mate." He yells.

I start walking backwards, signalling to the boys that I'm done with this. "Won't see you, Steph. Enjoy the broken window." I put my middle finger up to Stephen and turn around, showing him my back.

It was done.

"Well done, kid." Freddie said, putting his arm around me. "We're all very proud of you. Love ya."

"Love you too, Fred." I say, kissing his cheek.