𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

XVI

"I thought you said you didn't have work" I recalled, annoyed into the telephone. I was calling James, asking if he could make it to my sisters wedding so I wouldn't suffer alone, plus it would hopefully given us a chance to talk about us. However James on the other hand said the same thing he always did. "I have work" he repeated. I didn't wanna be a nuisance anymore, so I decided to just let it go and attend the wedding alone. We hung up and I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked, walking through the front door. "Nothing, it doesn't matter" I replied, with a frown and arms crossed. He sat next to me, placing his arm over my should, and bring me closer, as he usually did, I rolled my eyes as he repeated his question in a seductive tone. "It's my sisters wedding and I half to walk her down the aisle, I asked James to go with me, but he can't because he's working" I summarized.

"He's been working a lot lately, huh?" he pointed out, I held back a scoff as I heard that same phrase for at least the millionth time this week and it was only Tuesday. "Yes. Working. He's a doctor. He's busy" I defended, moving over to the other side of the couch.

He mimicked my actions and once again hung his arm over my shoulder. I tried to shrug it off, but he kept a firm grip, stubborn to move it. "I'm just saying, he works a lot, the only time he doesn't work is when he's going out with 'friends'. Don't you find that just a tad suspicious?" he asked. I thought about it for a moment, before answering. "It's just one day it's not a big deal" I defended. Roger rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Well I'm going to the studio to practice with Brian and Deaky. Freddie's out with Mary today, do you wanna come, or stay here and sulk about James?" he fake pouted, I scoffed and replied, "fuck you" before standing up and collecting my things, Roger smirked and placed his hand on my lower back, walking me out and to the car.

I couldn't help but feel a blush creep up my neck at his gesture, his hands were soft and gentle and- they weren't my boyfriends. Even though I technically don't have a boyfriend- Jesus, why the fuck is everything so confusing?

We arrived at the studio and I sat down on the couch, listening to them play, it had been a while since i heard them play. Not a long while, maybe just a couple of weeks. They were playing again tomorrow night, me and Vicky were attending, but Ashley refused to come, since her breakup with Brian was still new. They were both upset, but moving on quite quickly.

They came out the box after giving me a show, and we chatted for a while until the subject of my family came up. Roger had mentioned that my sister was getting married in a couple of weeks and they asked questions about it. "Who's she marrying?" Brian asked. "Her fiancé?" I stated the obvious, as I didn't even know myself, Brian just gave me a bored look, signalling for me to continue. "I don't know, I've never met him" I shrugged. "You've never met him?" Roger furrowed his brows. I shook my head.

"How long has she been dating him?" John asked. "I don't know" I said. "When was the last time you spoke to your sister?" Roger carried on. "I can't remember" their questions began to irritate me, until I finally changed the subject. "So, Brian, how are things with Chrissie?" I asked genuinely with a smile. "Chrissie?" John asked, sounding confused as if he never heard the name. Oh... shit. I gave Brian an apologetic look as he just gave me a tight-lipped smile and began to explain the situation. "Chrissie is this girl I met... Before Ash and I broke up. I caught Ashley flirting with another guy. Then I met Chrissie, we talked, then she kissed me... and I didn't stop her, then Ashley caught us, we broke up, I'm seeing Chrissie and Ashley's seeing that other guy. But we're still friends, we're just not talking at the moment" his expression saddened a bit at the end.

An hour or so went passed, and we were sitting at a booth in some pub. I assumed Vicky had finished job hunting so I called her on the pub phone to see if she wanted to come down. She declined, saying she couldn't as she had to take care of Sara. I then called Ashley, who also declined as she was with Eddie at his house. I sighed and went back to the booth.

When I sat down next to Roger, he announced that Freddie and Mary were coming down in 10 minutes. We ordered a round of drinks, Brian started telling stories of Roger and how he wanted to become a dentist. Roger looked unamused, and pissed but I couldn't help laughing at his expressions which he smiled to.

When Mary and Freddie arrived we ordered another round, which led to shots, which led to us getting absolutely pissed. The only one who was shockingly more sober than the rest of us was Roger. Fred said something, I found funny but didn't even register what he said but I found myself laughing hard, to make me lean my head drunkenly on Rogers chest with my hand lightly smacking it, I found it comfortable and decided to leave my head there for a moment before Mary stood up and asked me to accompany her to the ladies room.

I leaned against the sink, trying to steady my balance. "So what's going on with you and Roger?" she asked, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion washing over my brain. "Well you looked really cozy with him just a minute ago" she pointed out and smirked, as she put the lid back on her lipstick. "That was nothing" I brushed her comment off. "If you say so. But, if you do decide to try something with Roger... be careful. He may be charming and dreamy, but he is a womanizer. People don't call him 'sex on legs' for no reason" she warned, putting a hand on my shoulder. I smiled at her softly, and she returned it.

"C'mon, let's go back. We're already on the road to receiving a hangover anyway" she smirked, we laughed walked back over to the booth.

I sat next to Roger again, he placed his arm around my waist, and I could see he wasn't as sober as he was when i left. The entire time, I couldn't stop thinking about what Mary said. Her words repeated over and over in my mind, and it wasn't helping the fact that Roger was getting closer, making me feel things I never felt before.