Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

51- first album

17th May 1973

"Peps ? Peps cmon here love." I put my lipstick back in my make-up bag and rushed into the bedroom where I found Roger slumped on the bed in his old dressing gown surrounded by a million different outfits.

"What's up ?" I questioned, pulling my own dressing gown round me slighter tighter.

"What the fuck am I meant to wear ?" He sighed dramatically. I laughed a little but soon cut it out after I got a scary death stare from the drummer. "I don't have a clue..."

Living with Roger was so simply easy. We worked around each other perfectly, never getting in one another's way or getting bored of one another. And we got to spend every night laid in bed next to one another, not having to worry about ever being away from each other any time soon.

"Well what about those patchwork jeans... and maybe your denim shirt ?" I picked the two pieces up from the pile surrounding him and held them against up.

"Isn't it a bit too much denim ?" He asked, one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other and his head lilted to the left.

"Maybe... but you can pull it off. Surprisingly you could probably make the most horrendous outfit look good." I laughed a little as he pulled his trousers up and smiled at me gratefully.

"Thanks. I just wanna look good for this bloody party. I still can't believe we released an album today." He laughed. I nodded along as he spoke, noticing how happy he was. I couldn't help but let a bright smile pull at my lips when I saw how excited he got.

"I know. I'm genuinely so proud of you." It felt like years ago when the boys had recorded the album, and now they were finally about to release it. They had a small following already from the gigs every other bloody night, and they were praying to try and get into the charts, though they knew it might of been unrealistic. All four of them were already talking about the second album, they had the whole of 1974 already planned by the sounds of things.

"Thank you." He kissed me gently, awakening the usual fluttery sensation in the pit of my stomach. We feel deeper into the kiss, both wrapping out arms around one another in the middle of our bedroom.

"Watch my rollers." I broke the kiss and laughed a little, slightly panicked my hair would fall out of the rollers I'd just put them in.

"Shit sorry." He chuckled. "You better hurry up and get ready love, we've only got half an hour. Your make up looks good though Peps. Very hot." He smacked my ass playfully as I shook my head and grabbed my little black leather dress from the wardrobe. Specifically- the one Roger told me I looked good in way back last year when we kissed for the first time.

"God I fucking love that dress. Makes your tits look great." He smirked as I slipped off my dressing gown and slipped the dress on.

"Roger !" I laughed and nudged him playfully, to which he only responded with a guilty shrug.

"What it does ?" He put his hands up sarcastically in surrender.

"Will you stop being such a horny fucker for two seconds and help me zip up this goddam dress." I laughed before the drummer agreed to help me and slowly zipped up the back of my the little dress. I turned around to face him and laughed.

"God... what did I do to deserve someone like you."

"Still so cheesy."

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The two of us arrived at Freddie's flat with our fingers intertwined with one another's and our smiles equally as bright. Ever since we'd gotten back together, loving Roger had been so easy. I trusted him completely, and he did me, and we knew what we both wanted. And all we really wanted was each other. No blonde waitresses or bottles of vodka every night.

Obviously Freddie had decided along with the release of Queens first album there needed to be a party so stupidly cramp packed and full of booze we'd all regret it for weeks later. That was how Freddie Mercury's parties worked.

Me and Roger stepped through the door, our hands still locked with eachothers, not bothering to knock knowing no one would hear the door over the loud music playing.

The thing that was different about this party is that the music playing was actually Queens- all tracks the boys had sung and written themselves. Of course the flat was still bubbling with unfamiliar faces, sweaty bodies and a fuck tone of alcohol, but for once I could actually appreciate the loud blare in the background.

We made our way through to the kitchen to get us both a drink, where luckily enough we found John and Veronica stood together chatting away- in the exact same spot they had been in when they first met.

"Ah the two love birds have finally showed up." Deaky laughed. Roger rolled his eyes playfully and shrugged, opening the fridge and scanning for a can of beer as he did.

"You're hair looks lovely Tee, how'd you even get it looking like that ? Spill the secret..." Veronica laughed. She was strangely enough sober, with no glass or bottle in her grasp either. I could tell john was a little tipsy though, but not hugely like I expected Freddie, Brian and Mary were. John and Ronnie knew how to control themselves, but no one else did (including me and Roger).

"Had it in rollers for ages... though Roger nearly knocked them out trying get his fucking tongue down my throat." I turned to the drummer as his face turned red and smirked. He tossed me a beer and shook his head, both of us laughing at John and Veronica making sarcastic gagging noises.

"Oh you two cut it out." I laughed.

"If you find Brian in that mix let him know he's now two beers down." John added as we both made our ways into the living room.

"Oh fuck. Well it's not like they said Brian's beer... so cheers Peps." He chuckled and clunked his can against mine.

"To the first album... hopefully one of many." We both smiled and took sips of our drinks before entering the hot, sweaty atmosphere of the living room. The pair of us wriggled slowly though the crowd, scanning each face to try and see if I was one we recognised, but we didn't find any familiar ones until we made out Brian on the couch with Mary sat by his side.

"You're two beers down by the way Bri. Some guy took them. Tried to fight him... but god I just wasn't strong enough." Roger plonked down next to the guitarist laughing before I sat on the floor resting my head against Roger's legs.

"Nice of you two to finally show up." Mary laughed. "Freddie was gonna go mad if one of you didn't turn up- no idea where he is now though."

"Oh fuck... this is my song playing. I wrote this one Peps." Roger exclaimed, earning a little laugh from the other two sat down.

"Oh did you ? Doesn't sound half bad." I chucked.

"Half bad ? Why don't you write a song ?" He laughed sarcastically.

"Maybe I will..." I teased, but part of me was deadly serious. I thought I might have had a half good shot at writing something decent- I had a fuck load of thoughts and wasn't tragic at rhyming, so I pretty much has the basics down.

"Go for it Lottie- just don't write too good a song or you'll make us all look bad." Brian added, laughing the usual laugh he did when he'd had maybe a few too many.

An- this was a little filler chapter really- I'm not entirely sure what else to write about haha

There is a time skip coming up soon...

Thank you all for reading ! :)