More than just a friend || Roger Taylor

28- He doesn't know

15th September 1980

"Meeting with your manager ? I didn't even know that was a thing." Nathan laughed, his arm falling back to it's original position as I escaped from his grasp besides him in bed.

"Yeah sorry. I'll see you in a couple nights though... don't panic." I giggled a little, lifting his shirt I'd worn to bed over my head before slipping into last nights clothes laid sprawled across the floor. I'd spent the night at his after a date that seemed only mediocre, no highlight to the night that planted it permanently in my mind.

"Didn't you say something about meeting your friends ? I think that's an offer I'd like to take you up on. Bet they'd love me." He huffed, reaching over to his night stand to pull something from the drawer my eyes couldn't catch quick enough, the suspicion growing only on my mind.

"Yeah... Jules asks about you. You might have to come for dinner one day." I smiled a little, pulling the brush from my bag before running it through my hand that wasn't as knotted as I anticipated. He rolled over to the centre of his bed, burying himself between the two pillows after I'd made my escape from them.

"Yeah maybe... I'll let you flee to your manager first though." Nathan chuckled slightly, reaching over to his bed side locker again to grab a cigarette and lighter instead of an item I couldn't place.

"She's not like a manager manager, she just tells me what I've gotta do really. When my jobs are and what the press know."

"Do the press know about me ?" He smirked slightly, not exactly a smirk worn how it should've been, not exactly a pull that was tugged at the exact angle it should've been.

"Not just yet." He nodded slowly, a very slight smugness that this time I just had to question. "You were awfully shy when I first met you, you've loosened up a bit now."

And with that statement his body visibly tensed, every part of him tightening as my button up shirt slipped easily over the top of the t-shirt I was wearing. He brushed his hair back, hand rubbing his eyes tiredly as they scattered across the room.

"Uh well yeah, I think I'm always a bit more on edge around new people." He mumbled almost, the cigarette in his hands dancing between his fingers, his eyes analysing it before they took another drag.

"Oh well do me a favour and don't be a nervous wreck around my friends when you meet them later alright ?" I replied with far more confidence and boldness than I should've, taken back by my own words as I said then. I wasn't sure why I'd given Nathan the offer so suddenly or so unexpectedly, but I did.

"Later ?" He questioned, eyebrows knitted and lips dropped from a smirk that was more beneficial to his expression than I think he entirely realised.

"I don't see why not. It's a weekend, it's convenient. It's technically enough warning in advance" I laughed slightly, my bag slipping onto my shoulder before I leaned over to kiss his lips only momentarily.

"Oh alright." Nathan nodded. "I would offer you a lift but I really can't be fucked. Sorry."

I nodded a little, only a small smile painted with a false reassurance as I seemed to remember all the times Roger managed to some whah secretly drop me off. It was only a simple act at the time, maybe something he never once rethought of or recalled again, but then it felt like a lot more. But everything felt like a lot more when it was gone.

"No it's uh... no it's alright I don't mind getting a cab. I'll see you later Nath."

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"Ugh Mel's just ranted on about how I've lost weight and how much fucking work I've got." Summer peeled the door back to find me already complaining, her arm instantly falling around me as I stepped through the frame.