WARNINGS: i know this song isn't like 70s/80s, but we ignore that 😌
Words: 1183
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"NOT THE COFFEE MACHINE!" You hear when you step outside of your car. You chuckle a little before locking your car and walking over to where the shouting was coming from. You enterend the building to see a mad Roger with a coffee machine in his hands. "What's going on?" You asked them, smiling. Freddie smiles back. "Roger was mad about us not putting his song about cars on the album," Freddie explains. You roll your eyes at him. "Really?" You squint your eyes. The band laughs at Roger. Roger scoffs. You mockingly pout at him.
"Is Roger sad?" You chuckle. Roger scoffs a second time before smirking at everyone. He opens the cupboard and climbs inside of it. "What are you doi-" "I'M NOT COMING OUT UNTIL MY SONG IS ON THERE!" He yells while closing the cupboard door. "Get out of there Roger!" John says to him. Roger doesn't listen to him and stays in the cupboard. "Y/N, you probably know how to get him out right?" Brian pleads. You shrug your shoulders. "Not really," You mutter. The rest of the band groan as Roger yells: "Put my song on the album or I'm not coming out!"
You chuckle and smile at this adorable and extra human being. "We're going to leave, Roger. We'll see you in an hour at rehearsals," Brian says before the band leaves. "See you later, darling!" Freddie waves goodbye to you. "Bye," You said to all of them. "Rogerrr," You whine. Roger ignores you. "I'm still not leaving," He says. You roll your eyes and sigh. "Okay then. Whatever you say," You try not to smile but a smile makes it's way onto your face anyway. You look around the place. Rogers still in the cupboard. "Is there a guitar anywhere?" You ask him. "In the living room, against the couch," He said. You thank him before walking into the living room and looking for the instrument.
You find it and grab it before playing a little bit on it. "Sounds like a good guitar," You whisper to yourself. You sit down on the couch and play with a few chords, before actually playing a whole song. "I didn't know you could play guitar," Roger shouts from the kitchen. You chuckle. "You don't know a lot of things Rog," You smile to yourself. "You have any songs you can play?!" He shouts again. "Yes but they're trash!" You shout back and hear Roger scoff. "Can you come here?!" He yells. You stand up from the couch and head towards the kitchen to then proceed to sit in front of the cupboard Rogers in. "Okay, I'm here," You chuckle a little. "Play something," He asks. You breathe a shaky breath in. "I get kind of nervous playing for others," You swallow a lump down your throat. "It's just me," Roger reassures you. "You're in a cupboard-" "Doesn't matter. It's still me," Roger says. You sigh. "Fine," You give in. "Please don't laugh," You say and Roger agrees not to laugh at you. "I would never,"
"Here goes nothing," You say before letting your fingers take over and playing a nice tune on the guitar. Roger listens in awe. Then you start singing. "You don't know, babe," You start. "When you hold me, and kiss me slowly. It's the sweetest thing," You continue. Your eyes are closed, completely concentrating on your tune. "And it don't change, If I had it my way. You would know that you are," Roger slowly climbs out of the cupboard, you were too focused to notice.
"You're the coffee that I need in the morning, you're the sunshine in the rain when it's pouring," You sing softly. Rogers eyes light up at your voice, he thinks it's absolutely beautiful. "Won't you give yourself to me? Give it all," You end the short song. You open your eyes to see that Roger has climbed out of the cupboard and is now sitting in front of you. Your cheeks start to get warm. "I- It's a dumb song- I'm not even finished yet-" You say, stuttering. Roger shakes his head. "It's the total opposite. You have an amazing voice," Roger smiles. "Thanks," You mutter.
A silence overtook the both of you. You were red as ever and Roger was blown away by your musical talent. "Who is the song for?" Roger asks, a soft tone in his voice. "What?" You ask him, not able to understand what he had said. "Who is the song for?" He asks, his voice a little louder so you can understand him. Your cheeks are starting to get red again as you look down "That's irrelevant," You try to avoid the question. Roger rolls his eyes but smiles. "Tell me! Is it John?" Roger guesses. You laugh and shake your head. "Brian?" He guesses again. "No!" You giggle. Rogers heart flutters at the sound of your laugh. "Freddie???" He tries again, but you shake your head. "I think Freddie's gay, Rog," You smile at him. "Oh,"
"Who is it then? Is it somebody I know?" He asks another question. You nod your head and blush heavily. "Tell me who it is!" Roger whines like a 9-year-old. "You'll laugh at me," You look down. "I couldn't laugh at you at something like that," Roger places his hand on top of yours, making your breath hitch. You look at both of your hands and then look at Roger. You gave him a look, he couldn't describe but know he knew who the song was about. It was him. That one look of yours gave it away, and you knew it. "Sorry," You put the guitar on the floor as you excuse yourself. You walk out of the building you were in and head straight for your car.
Before you could unlock it, you feel someone grab your arm. You turn around. Rogers face was inches away from yours. "Listen Rog-" You began, but were cut off by Roger placing his lips onto yours as his hand held your face. You both started slowly making out as the boys were walking towards you both. You weren't noticing anything. The boys neither until they looked up and saw the both of you kissing. "Goddamnit, I knew this would happen," Brian groans. "Let them be. They're having a moment," Freddie smiles at John and Brian.
Roger pulls away first as he looks into your eyes. "I want to finish that song with you Roger," You hold his hand. Roger smiles down at you. "We can do that," Roger says before you wrap your arms around his neck, letting go of his hand, and hugging him tightly. Rogers a little shocked at the sudden movement, but starts smiling to himself like an idiot and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I've never seen Roger this happy before," Freddie mentions. John agrees, until Brian shakes his head.
"Wait until he hears that his song will be on the album,"
