𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

XIX

I woke up with my head throbbing, I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was on the couch, in Rogers living room, with a blanket covering me.

Roger was sitting on the sofa-chair with his legs spread and his arms on either side of the arms of the couch. He must've fallen asleep like that.

I looked up to the clock to see it was 8:15. I tried to remember what day it was but when i remembered it was Monday, I quickly sprinted up and started to get dressed.

When I came back out, Roger was still asleep and in the exact same position. I covered him with the blanket, before I grabbed my purse and basically ran to work.

"Why do you look... Like that?" Jane asked, choosing her words to not offend me. "I was in a rush" I explained, adjusting my name tag. "Why?" she chuckled. "It's only 7:50 you have 10 more minutes until your shift even starts."

What. I gave her a confused look, she just pointed to the clock on the wall which did in fact say '7:50'. I hate that fucking clock.

Half an hour had already passed when a girl with glasses and blondish-brown hair walked in. I was in slight shock when I realized who it was. Faith. Faith was another one of my friends from Glasgow, we all used to call her 'Fate'.

"Hi!" I stood up from a crouching position, abandoning the flowers that were needing to be arranged, and brought her in a hug. "What're you doing here?" I smiled, over-excitedly. I hadn't seen her in months.

"I got sick of Glasgow and I missed you's. I'm lonely as fuck there" she looked pissed but at the same time happy to see me as well. "Well why didn't you move with us?" I asked, giving her a bored look. She just shrugged in response. "No idea. But I hate it there and I'm moving here" she dramatically stated.

"How long are you staying for?" I asked. There was a minute of silence. "... I wasn't lying about moving here. I already saved up to afford a place here, and it wasn't easy. Why the fuck is it so expensive to live in a shit hole?" she asked, looking left in right with a dumbfounded look. We laughed and then she left and I got back to work.

After my shift I was walking back home, when I realized I was walking to my old apartment because I was so lost in thought. Wrong way, you fucking idiot. I scrunched up my face in embarrassment and walked to Roger's.

I opened the door with my set of keys. But instead of finding Roger, I was face to face with James. Literally. The moment the door opened to reveal me, my lips were attacked by another, I didn't even have enough time to process who it was, until I saw it was James then kissed him back for a moment. "How did you get in?" I asked, breathlessly. "Roger let me in. Took a lot of convincing might I add" he grinned. Did he shag him? My immature mind thought. "Why didn't you call to say you were coming here?" I asked, confused a bit. "Wanted it to be a surprise" he shrugged, growing impatient. He came up to me, kissing me again, but I just put my hands on his chest to push him back a bit. "Jesus, your depriving me of air here" I stated, trying to catch my breath.

"Sorry. I just missed you. We haven't spoken a lot. And I feel bad for not coming with you to your sisters wedding" he apologized, looking down. To be honest, I was glad he missed it, it was embarrassing enough having Roger witnessing my outburst, I couldn't imagine if it were James.

"It's fine. I told you not to worry about it" I dismissed it.

"Are you sure it's alright? It was a really shitty thing to do. I feel awful" he said. I let out a chuckle. "Trust me. It's fine" I smiled.

We talked a lot, while sitting down and had coffee. The door swung open, revealing a stressed out Roger, "is your boyfriend gone yet-" he stopped in his tracks, as he saw James. They both groaned and looked away from each other. "Uh, what am I missing here?" I asked, looking between the two. "Nothing" they said in sync, leaving me even more confused.

"I better get going" James said, taking the last sip of his coffee, putting his jacket back on. "Wait, I thought you would stay a while?" I asked, confused as to the sudden change in the atmosphere. "Absolutely not!" I heard Roger yell from his bedroom. I rolled my eyes and looked up at James who gave me a smile and left.

I sat my coffee on the table and walked into Roger's room. He was shirtless, in nothing but trousers and socks. I'll admit that the view made my cheeks heat up, but I ignored it. "What was that all about?" I asked, annoyed. "Don't you knock? Or are you enjoying your view?" he turned to face me with a cocky smirk on his face. Smug prick. I rolled my eyes, "Roger, what was going on out there with James?" I asked. They really did shag, didn't they? I assume Roger didn't call back. What a dick. Why am I like this?

"Nothing, I told you." he shrugged. He walked out of his bedroom, putting a shirt on as we walked and to the front door. "Where are you going?" I asked, still annoyed. "There's a girl waiting. Going back to hers. Because I actually respect you and don't bring people back here" he gave me a smug look. As I just looked at him, flabbergasted.

"Uh the trauma of hearing those girls and my therapist will say otherwise" I grinned, remembering all those awkward encounters I had with the girls he brought home.

He pondered for a moment. "Forgot about that" he shrugged and left. I sighed, heavily and continued drinking my coffee.