"So? What do you think?" Freddie asked as he walked through the halls of his new house with Roger and Cynth.
Roger hesitated for a moment before saying "Gayer."
"No, not this darling," He shook his head while gesturing to his moustache. "The house!"
"It's a beautiful house Fred." Hyacinth said, patting his arm, and earning a nod from Roger.
"Yes, i'm planning on throwing a housewarming party as soon as i'm done decorating!"
"Well we will be there." Rog nodded, looking around.
"Don't worry, i haven't forgotten about the album," Freddie assured them after seeing the look in Hyacinths face.
She sighed and laughed. "Okay, that's good."
"Yes, i'm working on a couple songs, but we can discuss that in the studio, as for now, drink?"
"Yeah, i would Fred, but my cars in the shop, i gotta pick it up." Roger apologised.
"Oh that's fine.. Cynth?"
"Yeah i could have a drink." She nodded, and follows as Freddie showed Roger out.
He went in for a hug but she just patted his arm and lightly pushed him away.
"Bye Roger."
"Bye Cynth.. Freddie." The guys hugged and when they let go Hyacinth had already made her way to the kitchen to make herself a drink.
As he was walking to the taxi Freddie rushed over, catching up with him at the last second.
"Roger."
"Yeah? What's up Fred?"
"I don't know what happened between you and Hyacinth on that night, but if you ever do anything again that puts her in a state like that i will personally kill you.. and let my cats eat you."
Roger smiled at Fred and pulled him into another hug.
Slightly shocked, Freddie hugged him back and kissed his cheek.
"See you in the studio Rog." He called out as he walked back inside.
As soon as he went into the kitchen he saw Hyacinth sitting at the counter, making herself what looked like her second cocktail.
"Make me one?"
"I did, i made us both drinks.. and then i finished both, but another two coming up!" She said with a forced laugh.
Freddie sighed and came over, taking the bottles out of her hand and making the drinks for her.
He made two cocktails and poured two glasses of wine before leading Hyacinth over to the sofa and sitting down with her.
"Darling i've been starting to worry about you lately."
"What, why?" She asked, already finished with yet another drink.
"That night on tour."
"The last show? I was fine that day, i just had my period."
"No, the New York City show."
She sat in silence, sipping on her fourth cocktail.
"What about it?"
He sighed and took the drink out of her hand, putting it out of arms reach, along with the others.
"What happened between you and Roger?"
She stayed silent for a moment and Freddie sighed again.
"If you tell me now you can have the drinks back after.. including my cocktails."
And with that she told him everything that had happened that night, and as soon as she finished she stood up and grabbed the drinks, downing one in seconds.
"Maybe it's just better we stay friends."
"Is that why you've been acting like this around him lately?"
"Yeah.. i'm being his friend and nothing more."
"Darling, you're not acting like a friend, you're acting like a stranger."
She looked down and played with her bracelet, though as soon as she remembered it was one that Roger had gifted her she froze and stopped, picking up her glass once again, only to have it taken from her by Fred.
"Maybe being drunk isn't the answer to this." He suggested.
"Yeah, maybe your right." She mumbled and nodded.
"Cynthi, tomorrow we are going to go to the studio, with the other three, and you are going to treat Roger like a friend.. not a stranger."
She nodded and sighed. "Yeah, okay."
Freddie contemplated telling Hyacinth that he knew Roger had feelings for her, and decided to keep that to himself until this whole thing blows over.
Instead, he turned on her favourite album and downed a bottle of moët as an attempt to get on the same level of drunk as her.
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ROCKSTAR // roger taylor
Fanfictionwhen the leader singer of the band Smile quits and three new members, John "deaky" deacon, hyacinth "Cynthi" Morse, and Freddie Bulsara, join the band and rise to fame during the 1970s. kinda enemies to lovers forced proximity one bed trope (🤭 per...