Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

22- Party pt 3

Me and Roger sat in the back of a taxi together after saying our drunken goodbyes. I stunk of beer, purely because I had the drink of a some dick spilt down the front of my dress. The driver was going a little fast, too fast for my liking, causing my stomach to feel a way I didn't want it to.

The air between me and Roger was silent, but filled with the smoke coming from one of my cigarette burning between Roger's fingers. There wasn't as much tension as there had been between us in a shared taxi ride home a few weeks ago, relieving me a little. In the space of a few hours, our relationship had changed more than I'd expected, but I was glad.

We approached my flat and Roger paid the driver. I smiled and stepped out of the car, Roger repeating the same movement.

"This is my flat Rog." I chuckled. He nodded and gave me a look as if to say I'm not fucking stupid.

"I know it is. I'll walk you up and make sure you get in alright. You're very drunk." He dropped his cigarette and stood on it as my laugher grew a little. I wasn't purposely laughing, but I was in a constant fit of giggles. If I'd drunk anymore I'd be in Roger's arms crying around now, but if I'd drunk any less there's a chance I would of been in his bed right now. There's a very fine line between horny, giggly and sad Lottie when I was drunk.

"I'm twenty one years old you know." I felt Roger's palm rest above the low point of my back as we walked beside one another into the apartment complex and began treading up the stairs. I struggled with the steps a lot more than he did.

"You're very drunk though. Wouldn't want you to trip on the stairs and smash something." He laughed. As if it was perfect timing, I tripped on one of the final steps, but Roger managed to quickly wrap himself round me and stop me from falling. "See ?"

He took the keys from my hands and unlocked the door for me, as well as switching on the light as we both stepped into the flat. I stumbled through the frame and made my way down the hall to my bedroom, Roger following close behind me.

I opened the bedroom door and let out a deep sigh, followed by a laughter from the drummer. Roger stepped over to my wardrobe and scanned for something I could comfortably wear to bed. He pulled out a shirt he clearly recognised and waved it in my face.

"How'd you get this ?" He held up the piece of material and raised his eyebrows. The last thing he had expected to find was his own shirt.

"Freddie." I laughed. He shook his head and shrugged

"Of course. Well I'll have you know it's mine, he stole it from me." He pointed at himself and then tossed me the shirt. "Put that on, you'll be more comfy in that rather than a skinny little dress."

"Ok ok... dad." I replied, still not recovered from my fit of giggles. Roger rolled his eyes and bit his bottom lip as I tried to unzip the back of my dress myself- but definitely couldn't.

"Hilarious. Come here a sec." I padded over to him and turned to face the other way as he kindly unzipped my dress.

"It's not often I unzip a girls dress and don't end up sleeeping with them." He laughed and turned to face the wall as I slipped out of the dress and pulled the t-shirt over my head.

"How are you gonna get back ?" I asked quietly. He turned back round to face me, his features highlighted by the light of the moon peaking through the blinds, a small smile pulling each corner of his lips as he spoke.

"I'll walk, it's not far." There was a second of silence, full of waiting, neither of us sure what to wait for though. Roger inched closer towards me, only sending confusion through my mind as his feet edged further towards mine. Was he gonna kiss me again ? Surly not... I'm too drunk !

"Well goodnight Peps. I'll see you later." His tone was quiet, but there was a little hint of sweetness hidden in the low volume.

"Night." I replied. He gave me a small wave and left the bedroom, leaving the room once again quiet. I heard the front door open, and then a second later close gently, letting me know that my apartment was once again empty. I let myself crash down into my bed, thinking purely of the drummer, and the hangover I was bound to have tomorrow morning.

An- my writing is getting very shitty at the moment, buuuutttttt thank you so much for almost 700 reads ! :)