One year of love 💖🥁 A Roger Taylor fanfic 🥁💖

A kind of magic

"Sorry about this" you said sobbing.

"Hey, you acted like a lady, I don't have enough ugly words for him. Come, let me make you some tea."

"I don't want. Sit here and comfort me"

"My baby...I'll be happy to do it."

You snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

"Love, wake up, please, my hand hurts, I'm all numb"

"What? Ooops, sorry honey, but you're so comfortable"

"Did you rest at least a little? Hope you did. I watched you sleep, you were so calm and you smiled."

"Because you're next to me" you said and kissed his neck. He shivered.

"Don't do that, I'm just...sensitive there."

"Here?" you kissed him again.

"Don't challenge me. You know how much I want you"

"I want you too" you said and your eyes met.

The kiss was intense, you felt dizzy, your breathing quickened, and...the phone rang.

"Let it ring! I won't let you go!"  he dragged you back.

"I have to answer, maybe it's Fred or my parents, they said they'd call!"

"Noooo" the room echoed.

"Hello? Hi Fred, imagine, he's here. Do you want to hear him? I have something to tell you, you won't believe it! Here's Roger, love you, bye" and you handed the phone

"Hey Freddie, I'll kill you, you know? You always had a perfect sense of timing... Never mind, what's the matter? Yes, I ran away from rehearsal because of her and now what? Okay, I'll come to the band meeting. See you, bye!"

"When is that?" you asked. "I don't know nor I care. Listen, do you want to sleep over at my place?"

"Um...are you sure?"

"Very sure" he said smiling.

"Okay then"

"Really? Yey! Bring what you think you'll need, and I'll call a cab. Babe, I have a suggestion, don't wear pajamas" he said and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"What is pajamas?" you winked and answered just as mischievously.

You dug in drawers and closets, having no idea how long you would stay, one night, more ...

"What is most important to me? Underwear? It will be more like a toothbrush and deodorant..." you thought out loud.

"Ready!"

"Just in time" Rog said.

You locked the door and even checked three times to see if it was well locked, you don't need such unpleasant encounters anymore.

"I can't wait to become rich and famous to have my own car. I'm tired of taxis, buses and other things. Otherwise, cars are my passion, so ... uh, I can not wait!"

You laughed at his statement.

"What, say?"

"I'm laughing because you bought me a cactus, it's my passion, and I'll buy you a car most likely, I mean, it's your hobby, your passion."

"Well it's not a bad idea at all! Come here, you little smartass" he kissed you.

"I think Freddie and you are somehow chasing that fame the most. There's nothing wrong with that, of course, but it's like you're the most serious and determined. John doesn't talk about it at all, nor does Brian, or so it seems to me"