Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

27- Muppet

21st August 1972

"I best get going now. Work tomorrow." I finished my drink and got up from my seat besides Brian with a small smile. I'd spent the majority of the night watching another gig and was now trying to make my escape from the pub that happened to be only walking distance from my flat.

"Ok good night Tee. Thank you for coming." Brian replied, his expression full of genuine gratefulness. John and Veronica gave me a little wave and Freddie said his goodbyes, but Roger got up from his seat too.

"I'll walk you home. It gets dark." He threw his jacket round his torso and gave the others a small wave before I even had the chance to tell him to sit back down.

"I'm perfectly capable Rog."

"I don't care. Let's go." The drummer subtly wrapped his arm round my torso and we walked out of the pub together, my mind a little confused and his most likely full of drunk thoughts.

The two of us stepped together in silence for a while as my head was bundled with memories we shared. I was still confused, not sure why he insisted on taking me home, but I didn't question it. My mind stayed oddly focused on Brian's birthday, including the kiss we shared, and the taxi ride home that I didn't even think Roger could recall.

I thought about every detail as we stepped along. Him calling me the hottest women from the pub, then him asking me to come back to his, and then I specifically thought about how he'd told me he only made one mistake. And I was suddenly desperate to know what it was.

"Rog..." He turned to face me the moment he heard his name leave my lips. "Do you remember Brian's birthday ?"

"Well yeah..." he smirked.

"Not that bit." I laughed. "The taxi home ?"

"I remember being in the taxi- but not what I said." He furrowed his brows as he tried to place together the ride home.

"Well you said you only made one mistake. What was it ?" I asked. He paused for a second- he obviously didn't recall telling me that. The expression he wore didn't give me an answer, I didn't know what the mistake was, but I could tell it was one he was embarrassed he mentioned.

"Honestly ?"

"Yeah. I like the truth." I laughed a little. He shook his head from side to side slowly, carefully choosing his next words before he said them until he finally got the courage to spill the truth.

"Not asking you out the first time I met you. And instead that prick got there first." He paused. "But I got to be your friend, probably your best friend, and that was good enough." I looked down as a wave of guilt flushed over me. The drummer beside me wasn't wearing his usual smirk, and had a strange look on his face that told me this wasn't a silly lie.

"Really ?"

"Yeah. I mean I don't normally ask girls out but-"

"No. Is being my friend good enough ?" I questioned. I wasn't sure being my friend was even good enough for any of the boys, let alone Roger.

"Why wouldn't it be ?"

"I dunno." I did know, of course I did. "So you really wanted to ask me out ?"

"Yeah. Only that night though. After that I went back to my usual self."

"Usual self ?" I questioned, my eyebrows raised with curiosity as the truthful expression fell and his smirk rose back to it's usual place.

"That womaniser you're not a fan of." Roger added, slowly nodding.

"Ahhh yes. The usual Roger Taylor." I chuckled slightly. Soon enough the silence returned, the only sound was our footsteps against the pavement. A cold wind blew the two of us, earning a sudden shiver from me that of course pinched his attention.

"Cold ?" Roger questioned, wrapping his arm around me slightly tighter as we walked.

"This is the one time I didn't bring my jacket."

"Here." Roger paused and unwrapped his jacket, confusing me at first until he held it round me as I slipped my arms in each sleeve. We stood facing one another, Roger's frame lit almost perfectly from the moonlight. His blue doe eyes locked onto mine and we shared a little smile.

"Roger ? Why the fuck are the arms on this so long ? Your practically a twig." I held my arms out and laughed at the sleeve length.

"Just roll them up you muppet." Roger shook his head and carefully rolled up the jacket sleeves for me as I chuckled a little.

"There's no way this is your jacket. It's huge."

"It's Brian's." He admitted. It always did make me laugh when the boys got caught in each other's clothes.

"Knew it."

The silence returned for the final time as me and the drummer took the final steps to my flat. His arm was rested just above the low of my back and the other had a freshly lit cigarette that the two of us passed between one another.

"Thank you Roger. You really didn't have to a walk me back."

"I don't mind. You can keep the jacket too. Probably best Brian doesn't see me wear it again. Night Muppet."

"Hey..." We laughed. "Night Roger" I placed a very small kiss on his cheek and stepped into the apartment complex, my head tangled with thoughts of that bloody blonde drummer.

An- this was just a short little chapter but I still hope it was alright

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