Matchmaker ― 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.

SIXTEEN ━ DID YOU WALK HERE?

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Gisele was walking towards the hotel room the band was staying at, walking for four miles by now in the rain. She had taken off her heels, her feet getting tired by the amount of walking she was doing as she usually didn't have to walk as much before.

"Wassup!" She heard someone exclaim from the van that passed by her side. The girl looked up, staring at the group in the van that was looking at her. "Oh my God, you're Gigi from Queen. You're the lead singer! Everybody! She's from Queen!"

Cheers were heard throughout the van and the door slid open as people told Gisele to get in so they could drop her off wherever she needed to be at. She told them, sitting down in between two girls as smoke was surrounding the van.

"You're really cool," a girl commented, playing with the hair strands of Gisele's blue hair. Gisele grinned, thanking her. "It's cool that a girl is in a band because nowadays men are way too judgemental."

"Preach," the other women agreed as the guys nodded along. "We just admire you so much. We saw at Woodstock in 1969. We saw you with your friends."

"You remember me after all those years?" Gisele scoffed silently, smiling at the group. They all nodded. "Woodstock 1969 was the best. I enjoyed it. It was fun to see people enjoying themselves while some people were happy enough to take off their shirts."

"Do you wanna play?" A man asked Gisele passing her an acoustic guitar. She nodded, taking it into her hands. "It's going to be a long ride so we just want to spend time."

"Do you have any personal songs?" Another girl asked, propping her chin on the palm of her right hand. Gisele nodded and the girl perked up. "Can you play it?"

Gisele nodded again, strumming the strings of the guitar, remembering the song that she made for her mom when she passed away. "I'm lost, is it really even my fault? I don't think that it's supposed to be hard if it's really meant to be. So give me a sign. Is he always gonna be mine? Have I given it enough of my time? You cannot blame if it don't mean nothing. Sweet, sweet, fate. I had about all that can take. "

The group all listened to the girl's voice, swaying to the soft melody of the song. Gisele had never felt at ease, completely forgetting about what had happened with Freddie hours ago.

♔

"Bye Gisele!" They all yelled out the window, waving at the girl as they dropped her off in front of the building of the hotel the band was staying at. Gisele waved back, turning around with confidence.

She shivered again, her almost dried up hair was covering her face. Her back ached as she missed lying on a bed even if it was just hours ago that she as in one. Her feet hurt by how long she had her heels on and she felt her pants cling to her legs here and there.

She entered the lobby, the staff nodding at her as she passed by. She waved at some people she usually made conversation with while the others stayed quiet and stared at the girl with a face of awe or with a face of judgment.

The blue haired girl headed towards the elevator, pressing the button to go to the floor where her and Roger's room was located at. She thought of everything that happened and she knew that she had to face Freddie somehow. They were both lead singers, they needed to communicate on stage and had to radiate the bond of friendship that everyone was jealous of. Gisele made a mental note to herself to not make things awkward on stage.

When the elevators doors opened, Gisele quickly jogged towards her room, knocking on the door as loud as she could due to her cold hands.

"Gisele," Brian's worried face was the first thing she saw and Gisele smiled at the man, letting him wrap his arms around her. She patted his back when she followed after and hugged him as well. "We were worried sick. Wait... Did you walk here?"

"I was but these group of people were kind enough to let me ride with them," the girl answered, pulling away from the hug. brian nodded and Gisele let him lead the way. Gisele looked up from her gaze on her shoes, coming face to face with Roger who was biting his nails and was pacing back and forth while looking as worried as Brian did. Well, pretty sure Roger was more worried though.

"Roger," Brian called out, grabbing the attention of the blonde. Roger looked up, ignoring his overwhelming thoughts running through his worried mind.

"Did you walk here?" Was the first thing he asked while stepping closer to the girl. Gisele nodded, opening her mouth to repeat what she had told Brian. But Gisele closed it after as she looked at the bed as it was calling for her and for a moment there she just wanted to go to bed while drowning herself in her feelings and while eating food. "Wheres Fred?"

"He fired John," Gisele mumbled and the boys perked up at this. The girl shook her head, pulling the end of her hair roots slightly. Roger grabbed her hands. "I got out too, because... I just didn't want to be in there with him and Paul because Paul has something to do with this. And then, Freddie, he told me to get in the car but I told him that ill kill myself first before getting in the car with him. I told him that I didn't know who he was anymore and that I hated myself for always being there. To finish off short, Freddie said I was nothing to him."

The girl slumped her shoulders, walking past Roger to head towards the bed. She face planted on the mattress, breathing out a sigh of relief. She heard the boys talking amongst themselves and she felt the hands of Deaky and Brian's wives rubbing her back.

"We'll leave you two alone."

The feeling of the hands were gone and then silence. She then felt Roger get in bed, wrapping an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She turned around to face him and he smiled at her softly, anger still souring through him as he thought about what Freddie said.

"Just because Freddie said you meant nothing to him, doesn't mean you are nothing to other people that care and love you, darling," he reassured, the words falling out of the tip of his tongue as he stared at the girl with an emotion so strong. "Can I show you something?"

Gisele nodded. But before she could ask him what he was going to show her, his lips were on hers softly. They moved against each so smoothly and they didn't dare pull away any sooner. Roger got on top of her, his hand underneath the hem of her shirt. They both pulled away, their foreheads touching each other. She smiled and, so did he.

"I've been meaning to tell you that I love you. I love you more than anything."