He does it so well

Were nothing. Yet

" i'm so Fucking sure the last thing i'd want to do was be taking pills because of a killer rockstar who is tangled up with girls is living under my roof." i said with a bit of a giggle as i screwed the lid on the small white bottle and turned round the prescription to show roger. "Yeah, Anxiety and Anger Issues. Not drugs you dick." i slightly laughed again.

"Oh you cheeky little shit." he laughed back.

"It's late Rog and i need to clear my head maybe you should go to bed, we're not exactly in the best of terms right now are we?" i informed the drummer as i took a cigarette and lighter out of my bag which was surprisingly still draped around my shoulder and neck as i stood up and set it down on the small coffee table leaving a slightly hurt Roger on the floor by himself.

Before walking towards the back door i cursed as the cigarette was dishevelled making it unsmokable

"Fucking hell" i threw the lighter back down and grabbed my bag and car keys, it was now 9pm surely a shop would be open.

"Michelle? Where are you going it's 9 o'clock don't you think it's late to be going out." Roger stood back up standing in the door frame once again.

"No it's not too late. I just need a fucking fag right now." I furrowed my eyebrow's intensely

"Here i've got a box you can have." he passed me a box lightly as i peeled back the lid and took a cigarette out before putting the box down with my keys. I marched past him and outside before grabbing my lighter and taking a deep hearty drag watching the smoke bellow around me in a thick wall disappearing into the black, eerie night sky.

I involuntarily shivered as a cold tear ran down my cheek. "Chelle look i'm sorry i'm not gonna do it again i'm hammered okay." a figure slumped beside me, wrapping his arm around me once again.

"You know what fuck it." i said persistently, "What did you want from those girls Rog?" i asked quizzically.

"Uh. I don't know a shag perhaps. Why?"he looked over at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait there." I got up. Suddenly i felt as if i snapped out of my anger and wanted to tease the poor blonde. I sauntered off inside before grabbing a bottle of alcohol ,my ex whom had a huge hatred towards me had brought to me after we broke up, and downing half of it before coming back out side and downing the other half.

"Woah woah woah, slow down yeah?"a concerned drummer said nervously.

"No. I'm hammered now and so are you" i waved my arms around me sarcastically. "You wanted a shag i'll give you a shag" i said with confidence.

Chelle your so gonna regret this i mean, I, Michelle Stonem, a smart girl who could get any shag off a guy was going to shag Roger Taylor?!?

"Michelle just go to bed" Roger held his hands on his head before turning around and realising i was now wearing something different, a short black dress showing cleavage with noodle straps and a cutout back.

"For fucks sake Taylor, pull yourself together this is a one time offer do you want a pissing shag or not?" i said sternly as he was now pushing me through the door.

"I mean with tits like that i can't really refuse can i? And a great arse too" Roger smirked.

I dropped my dress as i pushed Roger on the bed and straddled onto him bucking my hips as his hand reached for my bra clasp. I pressed my lips against his needily as if this was an every night thing. Before i knew it i felt myself unbuttoning his white shirt and i was now left in just a pair of thong knickers. I felt his hands crawl towards my back tighter as he flipped me over his chain now tickling from the coldness on my neck as he slowly kissed it. I let the moans out from my mouth as i felt him harden up against me as i bucked my hips slightly again. Suddenly i froze.It all hit what i was doing before i was met with the thrusts of Roger. He really went at it and it was so good but i really was enjoying it just something was off. I was scared for no good reason as i jumped up ruining what i had promised the blonde.

"Roger i- i- i dont. i don't know. i don't feel right?" i laughed as i shivered. I glanced in the mirror and my short wispy fringe was clung to my forehead covered in sweat. "Hey, look Roger there's my cat." I started laughing as i fell back onto my bed still laughing for no good reason.

Rogers Pov;
So she was angry with me, then offered a shag, and now had stopped just to laugh at her cat, although she was so pale, much more than before. "Rogerrr your such a sulk. Don't you think it's hot in here?" she whined "Let's go outside! I want to go outside" She jumped up before pulling my huge polo shirt over her and doing up the buttons. She stumbled outside clinging onto the door frame still laughing for absolutely no good reason. I don't know if it was the drink for sure but i'm 100% drinks didn't make michelle act like this. I followed her in a spite of worry as she was now outside in pitch black soaked with a hose pipe in her hand before spraying it towards me.
"Roger i'm so dizzy it's so fun you should really take this too." She slowly passed towards me the bottle of alcohol with a small bit left.

"its like a ecstasy, drink it" She ran to me before passing out into my arms clung to me like a baby. Was her alcohol spiked? I'm not entirely sure how it would be but i wasn't going to put it past.

Shit. Fuck. Bollocks. What the hell am i supposed to do she's blacked out? I can only take her to hospital i suppose.

I carefully scooped her legs of the floor and carried her bridal style into her bedroom as i threw on sweats and a shirt i put Michelle's underwear back on as she didn't care to earlier.I carried her once again bridal style towards the door and headed into the car. "Roger oh my gosh i love your hair" she giggled as she awoke tugging at my hair. I dropped her in the back of the car as i put her seat belt over her.

" Road Trip!!Yes!! Where are we going?" She screamed pleasantly

"Nowhere michelle we're going to the fucking hospital!" i snapped at her as she jumped back shrinking in my shirt. I was genuinely worried as a soft part of me cared about her, i honestly didn't mean to scare her.

"Turn around im not going to a hospital!" Chelle slurred as she banged onto the window of my car tugging at the handle to open the door.

"Michelle please we just need to go and ask a few questions okay?" i shook my hand in the air as i swerved to the hospital entrance.

Michelle who was now suddenly passed out again was slouched along the back seat as i lifted her to my hip as i wrapped her arms around me as i wrapped mine around her supporting her back.

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"there's traces of mdma in her system but nothing too bad get her to bed and give her aspirin and cold water in the morning, that should do it, although she will have heavy side affects such as vomiting and dozyiness." the doctor said as he passed me a box of aspirin for michelle.

"i will do thank you" i hauled Michelle up as i slipped out of the door through the hospital and to the car.

AUTHOR NOTE
So this has took for a change am i right? The next few chapters will talk about bipolar and it will go back to michelle's pov as normal 💗