Somebody To Love (Maylor Fic)

Part 2

Days had past since Roger kissed Brian, and this had a strain on the band. He was 20 minutes late for recording the new album and when they had a break, he walked away from them and stayed in the bathroom. Everytime he tried to ignore Brian and his beautiful guitar playing, it hurt so much inside. The door suddenly opened which made Roger jump.

“Roggie, darling. Have you done shitting yet? Time to back in the studio, toodle pip!” Freddie’s voice filled the men’s toilets.

“I’m coming.” Freddie knew suddenly something was wrong. Roger’s voice was soft, emotional, upsetting.

“Tell you what, you need a drink my dear.” He waited for a couple of minutes, and soon the cubicle door opened and Roger stood there. His eyes were red from crying, his body was shaking. He tried to smile at Freddie, but it just made him want to cry even more. He bit his lip and followed his bandmate out the door.

“Now tell me what’s wrong. You’re not usually like this the day before your birthday!” The two men were sitting in a pub, the same one Roger went to with Brian nights before. Roger took a deep breath and told Freddie what happened.

“Shit. My dear, I’m sorry. How could he reject you like that? How long have you fancied him for?”

“Not fancy! I love him.” Roger yelled suddenly, taking Freddie aback. They sat in silence for a while, as the waiter came with their drinks. Soon Roger spoke.

“Has he said anything to you or John?”

“I haven’t heard a word from him in a while. I knew he was upset but I thought it was the fact, we didn’t let him sing live at the last concert. You know how he is.”

Roger laughed, he could remember Brian storming off after the concert, angry he didn’t get the chance to sing ’39. Freddie sang the lyrics instead, he was good but still not as great as Brian.

“Should I talk to him?”

“My dear, maybe you should wait. He’s the one who was mean to you. Make him suffer.”

“How can I, when I’m suffering more than he is?” Roger slid his head in his hands, quietly sniffling. Freddie put his hand on his shoulder, tutting to see his bandmate like this.

The next day was Roger’s 30th Birthday, not that he was happy about the occasion. He walked in to the black room, where the band where recording and turned on the lights. A loud SURPRISE filled the room, where everyone was wearing fancy dress, and fancy hats.

“Happy Birthday Taylor!” John came over and put a sombrero on his head and Freddie put his arm around him. Someone was missing, and Roger knew who it was.

“I can’t believe him.” Roger stormed out the room in anger. Everyone stood in shock as they watched the blonde drummer run down the corridor. John and Freddie ran after him as he kicked a bin over. He had never been this angry  before and it showed.

He walked  into the practise room, where he usually rehearsed before recordings, slamming the door and turned around. He stood in awe as a brand new drumkit stood inside the room, the red shine around each drum reflected his face. This was the kit he saw in the store and fell in love with, but it would’ve cost him a million pounds to afford it. He walked over to the kit, running his finger round the edge of the snare, making it rattle slightly. How did this kit get here, he thought to himself, as he picked up the sticks, ready to have a go.

“Like it?” Roger turned round slowly to see Brian leaning against the door, smiling.

“Wait, you got this? For me? Bloody hell, how did you afford it, Bri?” Roger was almost speechless.

“Happy Birthday, Roger.” Brian walked over to him and took his hand. “After the other night, I hated myself so much. I never gave you a chance, just shoved you right out the door, and I’m so sorry.”

“Brian….”

“I realised these past few days, how much I’ve missed you and I know you’ll never be able to forgive me with just a drumkit, but I’ve come to realise that….. that……”

“What?” Brian then put his hand on Roger’s face, and smiled deep into the drummer’s blue eyes.

“That I love you too.” Roger gave a big smile back as Brian pulled him close. Their lips touched passionately as they were happy to be in each others arms.