Only you. ben hardy/roger taylor x aubrey (based off of movie)

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i fell asleep on the couch and woke up to my phone ringing

i walked over and picked up "hello" i ask yawning "goodmorning aubrey" i hear roger say, whenever i hung out with mary and the guys the past couple days me and roger have been flirting a bit.

"what you doing today?" roger asks "hmm," i say thinking "probably just eat and sleep" i say into the phone "whys that?" i ask him "c-can.. i take you out to dinner?" he asks me i smiled "of course you can" i say "sweet, can i come over?" he asked me

"yes you can" i say smiling wider "ill be there in about 45 minutes" he says as i hear him digging in drawers "don't keep me waiting" i say into the phone as i hang up

dinner with roger? sounds like a plan

as i grew closer with him, i wanted to get closer, and not just as friends.

he was nice, and funny, even though he had a new shag every night.

what if i was just gonna be a shag? i think to myself.

roger is handsome, i love his long blonde hair, and his hugs and voice and smile, he makes me happy

after around 20 minutes i found myself laying in my bed

i was wearing shorts with a big t shirt that roger left here a couple days ago when him mary and the guys slept over

i got lost in thought when i heard a knock on my door

i jumped up knowing it was roger and opened the door and saw him standing there "hi" i saw smiling and hugging him "hello lady bug" he said into my shoulder

lady bug was a nickname he gave me, because he said that i bug everyone and that he has to be respectful because im a 'lady' so he came up with lady bug

i pulled away from the hug and closed the door behind him "like the shirt" he said looking down at me as i posed at him before walking back to my room

as i laid down i heard roger walk in

he laid beside me, we were laying on our back, the right side was my side so he was laying on the left side of the bed, we were both laying on our backs, his left arm under his head and his right arm just laying on the bed

i rolled over and started playing with his hand, it was veiny and bigger then mine, i snuggled against his arm with his hand resting on my thigh

"you tired?" he asked me as i nodded "ill wake you up in an hour." he says kissing my forehead as i drifted off to sleep

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"aubrey, aubrey.. hun, you need to get up, and get ready" i hear roger trying to wake me up, pushing my hair behind my ear

"10 more minutes" i groan and turn around facing opposite from him "okay then, you can rush and struggle to get ready" i hear him say, obviously knowing hes smirking

"shut up" i say rolling oven and laying on his chest "im hungry" i say playing with his shirt "well, you have.." i hear him pause and look at his watch on his wrist "an hour and a half to get ready" he says as my eyes widen and i gasp

"can i do your makeup" i say looking up at him "no bug, you need to get ready" he says "no pleasee!! i dont take that long to get ready, we have time" i say looking at him "im already beautiful enough" he says flipping his hair and scoffing, he can be so sassy.

"please" i say looking at him raising my eyebrows "fine" he says sighing as i sit up "yay" i say running to the washroom to get my makeup

i grabbed a lamp from my living room and put it beside him and got on his lap "woah you said we were doing makeup" he says raising his eyebrows at me

"whats your middle name mr taylor?" i ask him "meddows" he says "well meddows, we are only doing makeup, nothing else" i say opening up my eyebrow pallet

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"so aub, what makes you cry late at night" roger asked me, we were deep into talking while i did his makeup "this one poem i wrote when i was 15." i say dabbing more eyeshadow on his eye

"how does it go?" he asked

i cleared my throat

"the art of growing," i said starting on the poem

"i felt beautiful until the age of twelve, when my body began to ripen like new fruit, and suddenly
the men looked at my newborn hips with salivating lips, the boys didn't wanna play tag at recess, they wanted to touch all the new, and unfamiliar parts of me, the parts i didn't know how to wear, didn't know how to carry, and tried to bury in my rib cage
'boobs' they said, and i hated that word. hated that i was embarrassed to say it, that even though it was referring to my body, it didn't belong to me, it belonged to them. and they repeated it like.. they were meditating upon it 'boobs' he said "let me see yours" there is nothing worth seeing here but guilt and shame, i try to rot into the earth below my feet, but i am standing one foot across, from his hooked fingers, and when he charges to feast on my half moon."

i say with a tear running down my face, i didn't realize i stopped doing his makeup and his eyes opened, his right hand reached up and wiped off the tear "it's beautiful bree." he says looking in my eyes

"lets finish your makeup" i say smiling and grabbing the lipstick "no, no-"

"your putting it on meddows." i say brushing it on his lips

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"tada!" i say handing him a mirror, he groans "its cute!!" i say smiling at him "no it isn't" he says staring at me as i stand up to put my makeup away

in the washroom i hear him "NOO- its even worse in a bigger mirror" and i can tell he's touching his face

i walked in and he stood there looking at me with a straight face "you look cute" i say standing beside him in the mirror he was looking down at me while i looked at myself in the mirror, before i knew it he grabbed my face and kissed my forehead, cheeks, nose and one on my neck "NO- ROGER!" i say finally pushing him off

i crossed my arms on my chest and looked at him through the mirror "lets take a photo" i say digging in my drawer for my polaroid camera "no" he says "its not like anyones gonna see it" i say as he sighs

"say cheese!" i say before he put his face close to mine, both of our cheeks touching

after awhile the photo was clear "ITS SO CUTE!" i say jumping around "its 5:58 aubrey" roger says as i rush him to the washroom "wash your face before you get embarrassed" i say handing him a clean towel before walking to my room

he came back five minutes later with me sitting on the floor with my head in my hands and my knees to my chest "whats wrong" he says crouching down in front of me but i didn't look at him "hey.." he says moving my hands and moving my head up with his hand under my chin to look at him

"whats wrong?" he asked

"i don't know what to wear." i say looking in his eyes "give me a haul, ill sit here for hours till we find one you like" he says before sitting across from my closet

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after 15 minutes we found an outfit

"12 outfits later and we have one that looks nice" he says as i stand in front of him with the outfit on

a dark blue and brown skirt that went up to my thighs, with a white strapless shirt with a leather coat with my black heels that went up to my knees

i went to the washroom to do my makeup and remembered the lipstick stains all over my face, i washed them off and did my makeup, after that we had to stop in at rogers so he can change

the rest can be your imagination

love ya!