A Little Bit of Trouble | A Roger Taylor Fanfiction.

part 4 • "i don't have a place to live."

When I awoke the next morning, I was disoriented and not in my bed, it was a sofa. As I lay there I start to remember the escapade that happened last night. I sit up and look around the room to see Freddie drinking a cup of tea. His hair looks like a rats nest; its clear that he had just woken up. He's wearing a red tank top and white trousers with red stripes, even his sleeping attire looks amazing.

"Good morning." I say, yawning, sitting up and stretching on the sofa. "What's the time?"

"Morning, sweet. It's just gone 9am, how'd you sleep?" Freddie asks, sipping his tea.

I hum. "Really good, actually. This sofa might actually be more comfy than my bed at home.. oh..."

I suddenly thought about the fact that I'd have nowhere to go apart from my parents house as I'd broken up with Stephen.

"Oh what?"

"I- I don't have a place to live, I'm gonna have to move back in with my parents..." I mutter, freaking out loud enough for Freddie to hear.

"Well that's not happening!" Freddie insisted, standing up. "You'll come and live with me for a bit, we'll spilt the rent 50/50."

"Oh Freddie, are you sure?"

"Of course! We'll be roommates! It'll be fun, and that way you can see the guys again!"

"Oh, thank you Freddie. Thank you so much!" I say, pulling off the blanket and running over to give Freddie a hug.

"Although, my girlfriend comes round some days." He tells me. "Want a cup of tea?"

"Yes, please and that's absolutely fine." I say, looking around at the photographs on his shelves.

"Now, my dear! Have you got work to get to?" Freddie asks, handing me my tea.

"No, I called up yesterday and asked for the week off. I had some holiday time saved up." I reply, smiling.

"Where are your clothes?" He questions.

"In my car, which is parked at the pub... shit!" I say, angrily, slapping the palm of my hand to my forehead.

"No worries, you can wear the same clothes you wore yesterday and we can pop down to The Queen's Arms to collect what's yours!"

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The whole journey walking down to The Queen's Arms had me panicking. "What if my cars been towed or stolen, even!" I fret to Freddie.

"Oh, my dear! You've really got to stop worrying! I promise that everything will be fine!" He assures. And with Freddie's words ringing in my ears, we arrived at The Queen's Arms car park. "Tada!" He says, doing jazz hands.

"Thank god, I had this horrible image that it would be broken into." I say, relieved. I look in my boot to find all of my belongings, "Fred, mind if I go and get ready in the pub toilets?"

"Of course not, take your time." He says. "I'll just wait in the car."

After twenty minutes I come out, looking like a new person. I'd brushed out my brunette hair and put it in rollers as I changed into some blue denim bellbottoms, a long red turtleneck and a brown suede afghan jacket as it was a very cold day. I couldn't decide on shoes so I went with my brown leather boots, it was weird how well the outfit went together. I reapplied my makeup after washing it off in the sink and to speed up the hair rollers process I sat under the electric hand dryer for a bit. My hair turned out great, better than I can do at home. I added a spritz of hairspray and perfume. I'm not sure that the bar person knew I was the same person who went in.

When I entered the car park, I saw Freddie jamming out to a song on the radio; I opened the car door and slid in on the drivers seat.

"The doors, huh?" I say, talking about the music while focusing on the reversing out of The Queens Arms car park.

"Love Her Madly is a masterpiece!" He says, sitting in the passenger seat of the car; still moving his head to the music. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at me. "Evelyn... you look absolutely gorgeous!"

"Oh, Fred! You flatter me." I say, blowing kisses at him.

He acts like he caught them and put them in his pocket. "Hey, can you drop me somewhere?" He asks.

"Of course, where'd you need to be?"

"Kensington Market, I have a stall there to sell old clothes." He replies. "Come, it'll be fun!"

"I love Kensington Market, and I've got nothing better to do! Let's go." I say, excitedly.

"And guess what?" Freddie sung, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What?" I say, smiling.

Freddie turned to me, "Roger's going to be there too!"