Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

21

When we got back to the hotel rooms, The lads carried Roger into our room and practically threw him onto the bed.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop in my room? Don't want you losing sleep because of the bastard" Brian laughed, poking his best friends drunk body.

"Nah, I'll sleep on the couch, there's no moving him now" I giggled, looking over at the sprawled out drummer.

"Okay, but if you need me just knock" he nodded and the lads left the room.

At first I couldn't really sleep, as I was nervous about leaving Roger, in the state he was, alone. So, I pulled up a chair and pulled it beside the bed, looking out of the huge glass window that overlooked the city, whilst looking back at Rog every now and then to make sure he was okay.

The view was amazing, and everything was only beginning to sink in now. This time five years ago I was failing biology, but trying my hardest to succeed. On the way I was called geeky and nerdy, but I still tried. Then I found my release: rock music. Never in a million years did I think I'd be touring with the band I'd admired for such a long time. Especially not dating the drummer, and all of us playing an extremely prominent role in each of our lives.

"You're an angel, Thomas" He slurred and I turned my head, my heart nearly leaping from my chest in shock.

I just beamed and walked over to the bed, perching on the edge.

Without opening his eyes, he scooped me up and pulled me into his arms. I let him do it as in all fairness I wasn't going to object to this.

"You're not going to throw up on me are you?" I cringed, getting a whiff of the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.

"Nope" he grunted, and I sceptically pulled a blanket over the two of us, as he was too heavy to move from the duvet.

I snuggled back into his chest and his arm draped lazily over my shoulder.

"I love you, Rose" He slurred drunkenly.

I laughed lightly, knowing that when you're drunk you just say anything. But then I remembered the saying; the truth comes out when you're drunk. My eyes widened and I kissed his chest.

"We're going to get married and have babies and you'll have to look after them because I'll be pathetic" He carries on mumbling.

My heart was racing now, so it wasn't just me that thought about this stuff at all then.

"No you won't, you'll be a great dad" my fingers danced against his skin as I answered him.

However the only answer I got back was a loud snore, which made me reply with a snort and a laugh.

Oh god Taylor, you know how to make a girl hang on.

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I woke up, cold and shivering. Roger has rolled over and pulled the blanket off time in the night. How charming.

I yawned loudly and rubbed my eyes, smudging the residue of unwashed mascara around my eyes. Lazily, I slumped into the shower and washed away all of the sweat and alcohol from last nights session, and hopped out.

Pulling the towel around me I sang along to keep yourself alive They're first and my favourite song of theirs so far.

"If I crossed a million rivers and I rode a million miles" I sang quietly, trying not to wake Roger.

I continued singing as I picked up my clothes and went back into the bedroom. Roger had gone, and I peeked around the corner to try and find him, however he was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged and got changed into my underwear.

Suddenly, two hands wrapped around my bare waist and threw me onto the bed. I squealed as Roger climbed over me.

"You idiot" I laughed, whacking his bare chest.

"I know, but you looked too good I couldn't resist" He smirked, leaning down to kiss my bare stomach, and moving up to my neck and jaw. I suppressed a gasp and put my hand on the back of his head.

"Rog" I started, with him still kissing my neck.

He mumbled yes into my skin and I carried on.

"Do you remember anything at all?" I asked, before kissing him on the lips finally.

He pulled away, and leant his shoulders on the bed so he could talk to me.

"Not really no, why?" He asked curiously.

I had a mental battle in my head, as to whether I should bring up what he said or not. I decided to go for it.

"Well you said- you said you loved me Roger" I said nervously.

He looked shocked for a moment, and I could see the cogs turning in his head.

"Well, it is true. I just wish I'd have been sober to say it" he nodded.

"Really?" I asked, shock in my voice.

"Of course I love you. I love Rose Thomas!" He shouted, sitting up.

I laughed and sat up too, him now straddling me as I shushed him with my finger over his lips.

"I love you too" I smiled, fluttering my eyes in disbelief.

I love Roger Taylor without a doubt in my heart.

"Well that's good then" He smirked, and pushed me back down to lie on the bed.

He kissed down my stomach again and this time I couldn't help but gasp as his kisses reached my thighs. He came back up and my hands found his muscular chest, resting against it.

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I bobbed along to their cover of Jailhouse Rock, and sipped the drink that I'd been given backstage. I still was on house arrest you could say, after the guy drugged me. However I have warned them that by their next tour I will be out the front. To be fair, they are doing arenas now, so there's too many people there. It's not like that small bar where nobody was really watching anyone around them.

Just listening to them gave me goosebumps though, and if I wasn't allowed to go out front I told them that they could get me a seat right by the side of the stage, which they obeyed of course.

They ran off the stage, waving to the crowd and they immediately grabbed bottles of water and poured it over them or downed it in seconds.

"Great show guys" I grinned, hugging their sweaty bodies tightly.

"Thank you" they all chorused as they hopped away to the dressing room.

Yet again however, the call to Mary was non existent and I was going to get to the bottom of it.