𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

XXXIX

I layed in bed, clutching the thin sheet above my chest, I sighed. Why did I stay? I should've left. Roger was next to me, his soft snores signalling that he was still asleep.

I sighed, quietly and peeked over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. His head was angled to the wall, the thin sheet, covering his waist, leaving his chest exposed, his hands were linked and resting on his stomach, as his chest rise and fell, rythimically.

I sat up, still holding onto the sheet that was covering me, and looked around the floor for my clothes. When I couldn't find them, after searching the entire floor, I heard Rogers low, husky voice. "Looking for something?" he asked, grinning as he observed me looking for my clothes.

My head snapped in his direction, startled by the sudden noise. "Uh, where are my clothes?" I asked, moving a piece of hair behind my ear, out of my eyes.

"I think you look better without them" he smirked, looking me up and down, making me feel flushed under his intense gaze.

"I just need my clothes" I repeated, looking down.

Roger sighed and sat up. "Look, love... I'm sorry. One more chance is all I'm asking and I swear it'll never happen again" he assured, with pleading, desperate eyes, as he placed a hand on my cheek.

"Rog..." I started, but he just placed his other hand on my other cheek and brushed his lips, softly over mine.

"You don't need to give me an answer right now. I understand, but please... just consider it. I need you" he said, his blue irises staring right into mine, compelling me.

I swallowed hardly, I wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm going to be late for work" I said, quickly throwing my uniform on and picking up my bag.

"It really does look beautiful on you, love" he remarked, watching me with sad eyes. Again I couldn't find the words to talk to him, so I just gave him a small smile and left.

⚜︎

""I'm late for work"? Why? Why didn't I just say what I wanted to say!" I complained to my friends, who were sitting in a booth, listening to my problems, as I worked.

"I still can't get over the fact that he cheated on you. And then you slept with him? I thought I was bad when it came to self control" Ashley said, sipping on her tea.

"Why the fuck did you not just go fuck Michael. At least he didn't cheat on you. It could've just been a one-night-stand. That would've pissed off Roger and make him feel more guilty" Vicky advised, eating something vegetarian that I wasn't sure of.

"I think he already feels a heavy amount of guilt. He was practically in tears last night" I sympathized, feeling guilty, even when I shouldn't.

"Were you that bad?" Fate joked, as I smacked her head, prompting them to laugh.

I talked to them my whole shift, working when I did need to. I had a nightshift tonight though, which would evolve seeing Roger tonight on stage as I worked.

I walked back to the flat, hesitating to open the door, but eventually I managed to find the courage to twist the doorknob and walk through. I closed the door slowly behind me. To hear the flat was silent. I thought for a minute that maybe Roger was out. But I was wrong, when he came out of the bedroom, wearing a denim jacket, denim jeans and a brown leather belt with his prescripted sunglasses and his hair slightly disheveled.

He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw me, looking down for a moment then back up at me, sighing heavily. "How was work?" he asked, softly.

"It was fine" I replied, cracking my knuckles, which filled the awkward silence.

"So... We have a gig tonight... Will you be there?" he asked, his voice sounding nervous.

"Well, I have a night shift so.. Probably" I answered, exhaling heavily at the end of the statement.

He nodded, acknowledging my answer. "Well, I uh, I better go... I'm heading over to Freddie's" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking passed my to walk out the door.

"Roger!" I called out, turning around. He stopped and turned to face me, giving a confused look. Again, I opened my mouth to say something, but words wouldn't form. He was about to just leave, once I closed my mouth again, so I forced myself to grow up and go after him, grabbing his hand, I kissed him.

He was slightly shocked at first but once the shock sided, his hand ran through my hair, while the other one wrapped around my waist, pulling me as close to him as he possibly could.

My hands crawled up to his neck, my arms on the inside, elbows leaning against his chest.

"One more chance" I whispered as I drew back, both our eyes still closed, as our foreheads leaned against each other. I could practically see the grin forming on his lips, even with my eyes shut.

"One chance" he repeated, acknowledging that it really was only one more chance he was getting.

I wasn't sure if I still trusted him, but I couldn't bring myself to let him go. He meant everything to me. I don't know if I'd ever be able to let him go.