WARNINGS: coming at you with facts and logic 😎, roger saying dirty shit to you, cursing, fluff?,
Words: 1801
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Currently, you were laying underneath your blanket and dozing off to a good night sleep. You were definitely tired from all the work you've been doing lately. It always was the same every week. Work, work, work. It got really tiring eventually. This weekend you have off though, so you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.
Your eyes were about to doze off until your phone started ringing. You groaned out loud and started to roll out of bed. Missing the warmth of your sheets. Your feet shuffled against the carpet as you open your bedroom door. It making a crieking noise. (is that even a word?) The phone was still ringing so you walked over to it, and picked it up. "Hello?" Your voice sounded tired and groggy. "Hello darling! Might I ask you a favor?" You hear Freddies voice on the other line. "Mhm," You just replied plainly, yawning after that. "Roger has had a bit much to drink. I think you need to pick him up before he slams hid head into his drums," Freddie laughs. You just mentally groan, not feeling up to it but Roger was your best friend. You could not not do it. "I'll be there in 10," You said. "Amazing darling! See you then," He hangs up the phone.
You quickly put on a normal outfit and brush your hair quickly before heading off towards your car. You slide your keys into the keyhole of your car door and open it before stepping inside the drivers seat. You close the door next to you, turn your car on by turning your keys, put your belt on and start driving. While getting out of the parking space your car was in, you turn on a random radio station. You knew Roger was practicing with his band at the studio, so you went there immediately.
The car ride wasn't long before you arrived. You parked your car somewhere random and locked it. You walked towards the studio and rang the doorbell. Immediately, you see John open the door eating some cheese on toast. "Hi John. I was supposed to pick up Roger?" You say and John nods. "He's drunk as hell," John said before letting you in. You follow him into the recording studio and see Roger on the couch being all droopy. "Ah! Y/N. We need you to bring Roger home and take care of him because he put vodka instead of water in his bottle," Freddie laughs but you lifted an eyebrow. "Y/NNNNN! I missed youuuu," Roger slurred his words as he stood up in front of you. Rogers shirt was half-way open, making you drool but you couldn't focus yourself on that.
"Well thank you for taking him home," Brian says and you replied with a 'no problem'. You decided to hold onto Roger while bringing him back to your car. "I'll see you guys! Bye!" You said your goodbyes and brought Roger to your car. "I want to bang my drums..." Roger whined. You chuckled at your best friend. "Wait— I want to bang you," He smirked. You choked on air at his comment. "Roger-" You simply said but he placed his lips on yours. You pushed him off fast. He was drunk and you shouldn't take advantage of that.
"I want to fucksss youuuu," He slurred his words again as you arrived at your car. You unlocked it and helped Roger get in the passengers seat. "Can't wait to see you in the bedsheets with me," He smirked while chuckling at you. You blush heavily, but ignore it. "Roger, we're best friends. Best friends don't do that," You sigh. Roger pouts. "What if I want to be more than friends," He said while you put his seatbelt on and closed the door. You walked to the other side of the car and sat in the drivers seat. "You're drunk, Roger," You simply stated before turning on the car, closing the door, buckling yourself up and driving to Rogers place.
"Just because I'm drunk, doesn't mean I'm lying Y/NNNN," He slurred again. You roll your eyes but then chuckle. "You know you're really cute when you laugh," Roger smiles adorably at you. Your face heats up and you shake your head. "I don't-" "Shush," He says before smiling again. That cute smile of his. The ride on the way to Rogers place wasn't too long. Roger fell asleep on the way there. He looked so peaceful. Soft snores escaping his lips as you almost arrived. The radio playing a soft tune.
You parked the car in the nearest parking space. As the car came to a stop, you pulled out your keys, unlocked your seatbelt, got out and helped Roger on the other side of the car. You opened the door. His eyes still closed. You study him for a bit and look at his features. His hair suits him and his jaw could cut a metal if they wanted. You sigh before shaking Roger gently. He groans, not wanting to wake up from his nap. "Roger. I've got to get you to your bed," You say with a soft tone in your voice. "I don't wanna go," He says drowsy.
You roll your eyes and drag him out of the car, getting a weird look from the neighbor who is walking by. "Nothing to see here! Just casually kidnapping my best friend," You put your thumbs up at him. He tilts his eyebrow. "Joking," You said before helping Roger up. He starts falling, but you catch him before he hits the ground. He leans on you while you close the door before struggling to lock the car because of Roger leaning heavily on you. After you managed to lock the car, you drag Roger to his home.
He mumbles some gibberish before you snatched his key from his pocket and opened his front door. You step inside with Roger side-hugging you. You still holding him to keep him up. "I'm going to get you in your bed," You said and took him upstairs to put him in his king-sized bed. He groans as he plopped down onto the mattress. "I don't want to sleeeepppp," He moans out. You huff in annoyance. "Just a second ago you didn't want to get up from your nap!" You stated. Roger just chuckles at you. The sound makes your heart melt.
"I'll get you some Advil and water for when you wake up," You say, and tuck Roger in. You taking off his shoes and socks and then taking off your own. "I don't deserve you," He said, drowsy again from being tired and drunk. "I think it's quite the opposite," You smile at his adorable face which he was trying to hide in the sheets. You can see him smile underneath it. You started to walk out the door, but Roger stopped you. "Where are you going?" He whined. "Like I said, I'm getting you water and Advil and after that I'll be heading off home," Your feet paced back to the bed as you kneeled down to face Rogers head, which was still buried half in the sheets. "Get well soon," You wished him and ruffled his hair.
"HEY! Not nice," He laughed at your behavior. You winked at him before you walked out the door and got him a cup of water and Advil. You were in the kitchen grabbing both items when you saw a picture of Roger and the band on his fridge. You were truly lucky to know these guys. After grabbing the things, you headed back upstairs. You see Ben, still in bed, looking dreamily at you. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, chuckling at how much of a cute dork he is. "Because I think you look absolutely stunning today," He breathes out to you. Your blush rising to your cheeks.
"I guess that was it. I'll see you sometime Rog," You gave him a half-smile. Roger coughed before saying something. "Come and cuddle with me," He pouts. Your head turns around. "Wha-" "I said, come and cuddle with meeeee. You can lay here too. Let me just hold you," He says. You still tilt an eyebrow. His arms wide open waiting for you to hug him, when you don't, Roger starts to sit up and starts taking sips from his water. After half of the cup was empty, Roger patted his hand next to him, in order for you to go and sit with him. You do and Roger smiles a soft smile.
"Roger, there's nothing I can do-" You were cut off by Roger pressing his lips against yours. You were shocked, but he had kissed you earlier and he's drunk which means he does stupid things. You gently push him off of you. "Roger. You're drunk," You say with a sad tone in your voice. Roger looks at you. "Doesn't mean that everything I say or do is stupid," Roger places his hand on top of yours. Your breath hitches. You can tell the alcohol in his system has mostly worn off, by now.
"You are the most cutest person I've ever met, Y/N," His hand was now on your cheek. Lightly moving his thumb to soothe you. His other hand still on top of yours. He scoots closer to you as both your legs touch each other. He puts his leg above yours and moves his head closer to you. "Please, let me kiss you," He said, his eyes full of hope. You just nod, before he slowly places his lips onto yours. His hand holding your head as it's tangled in your hair. Your hands move towards the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His other hand on your thigh. Both of your lips moving in sync. There was so much love from the both of you, put into this kiss.
Roger is the first one to pull away. Both of your eyes flutter open to see each other. "Roger-" "Cuddle with me," He cut you off. You simply smile and nod as you both crawl into the bedsheets. Roger wraps his arms around you as you cuddle him back. It felt weird. You knew you both fancied each other but both of you have never kissed or cuddled. It felt good. You smiled up at the cute, dorky man who was holding you close to his chest. His eyes closed, drifting off into a slumber.
From that moment on, you knew that Roger Taylor was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with...
