𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

XII

The moment I got home – which was around 8:30 – I rushed to the telephone to call James as everyone else was asleep. I knew he'd be up, since he was after all, a morning person.

As soon as he answered, I bombarded him with apologies. I explained the entire situation and surprisingly he forgave me quite quickly. I still felt awful for just leaving him there.

We chatted for a while before we both hung up, smiling. For the full day I was at work I somehow couldn't manage to get Roger out of my head. I thought about last night and this morning. How awkward it was, yet how... Right it felt.. To be with him, having coffee in the morning. I tried to push these thoughts to the side by distracting myself with work.

Jane wasn't as chatty today, but still spoke to me a few times about my plans and stuff. We've actually been getting on a lot better. She's still chatty but not chatty enough to make me wanna rip off my ears anymore.

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A few days later Vicky came home, looking stressed, I was sitting on the couch with my acoustic guitar attached to my hand and my song book in front of me. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "The place I'm working at is closing down." she said. Ashley's ears pricked up and turned around. "What!?" she asked in horror. It registered in my mind and I realized why Ashley was worried. I placed my guitar on the stand and sat back down on the couch to process.

Ashley's job barely paid enough for her to go to university. Vicky now didn't have a job. And my job didn't pay good money at all. How were we going to keep the flat? Where were we going to live?

We discussed it for a bit, trying to come up with solutions to solve the issue. But nothing was coming to mind. Vicky was going to start trying to get a job but it was hard trying to find a job in London at the moment, we were lucky enough to get the Jobs we got.

We decided that for a while, Ashley was either gonna live with Brian or get a dorm room at the University. Vicky could stay with John or with Ashley at her dorm. They said I could stay with Roger but I didn't wanna burden him, besides I've seen his flat, it's barley big enough for him let alone the two of us.

I was low on ideas of where I could go. I barely knew anyone in London except the band, James and Jane. I couldn't stay with Jane because I barely knew her, and I couldn't stay with James because he had other roommates and there would be no room for me.

Later on that night, we were getting ready to go to the bar.

When we got there, we watched the show and went backstage to wait for them. Roger came in, grinned and sat down, next to me. "Why the frown?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "No reason" I gave him a reassuring smile.

I knew he could tell I was lying, but if I told him, he would try to help. "What's wrong?" he asked again. Before I could say anything, Ashley started explaining the situation to everyone.

Roger took in every word she said with furrowed brows, before facing me again. "You can stay at mine if you need somewhere to crash for a while." he offered. "Roger, your flat is barely big enough for you" I said, full of hopelessness. "That's not true! You could have the bed and I could have the couch!" he insisted. "I wouldn't wanna kick you out of your own bed" I refused. "Then we could both share the bed. It's big enough" he smirked, but seeing I wasn't amused, he stopped and cleared his throat. "If you don't wanna take the bed then at least take the couch. Or we could switch different nights" he offered. I considered it for a moment, I didn't wanna switch different nights, I'd be fine just taking the couch. But what if he gets sick of me? Or I just become a burden? I thought. "Are you sure?" I asked, slightly nervous. "Of course I am" he reassured with a grin.