No One But You

18. Moving

Madison

The boys have been working nonstop on two albums. It's been about a month since they met with John Reid and music has consumed their lives, as it should. Mary and I go to their recording sessions every chance we get, along with Chrissie who Brian finally introduced us to.

Chrissie is lovely. I like her a lot, and she gets along great with Mary and I. I'm also happy for Brian because he seems really happy. Not that he's been down, but Chrissie just gives him that extra sparkle.

I've been on a mission to find John a companion. He secretly knows what I've been doing, but he never tells me to stop. I like he's grateful I'm trying to help but he doesn't want me to feel like I have to. I know I don't, and I know he doesn't necessarily need someone, but I would give anything to give him the same happiness I feel right now.

"What about Lizzie?" Roger suggests. We lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Lizzie who?" I ask.

"She's one of Mary's friends. They went to school together. I thought you met at a party once,"

"Maybe I did but I don't remember. Is she nice?"

Roger's silent. "Well maybe Jessica. She was going for dentistry too. Had a major thing for me,"

"Maybe we shouldn't set Deaky and her up then, Rog. I feel like it'd be awkward with you around her,"

Roger huffs. "I know a lot of girls but I don't know anyone who's perfect for him," He grasps my hand bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. "At least I have you,"

I smile, and nestle into Roger's side. I could lay like this forever.

He's been a little testy lately, so I've been relishing in the softer side with him. I think he's stressed from work, but I don't blame him. He barely has any free time and he's adjusting to it. This is the only free time he's had in a while, and even this moment will come to an end because he has a concert later. The boys got booked to promote a couple new songs.

"Hey Mads?" Roger asks.

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking, I think it's time for me to move out of Brian's," he says slowly. "I think he could use his own space and I'd love my own too,"

Roger moving out doesn't seem like a horrible idea. In fact, I agree in that it would be beneficial specifically to Brian. Especially now with Chrissie in his life. 

"Where would you go?" I ask him. He begins to play with the fingers on my hand he's holding. 

"I don't know," he says. "I was thinking, well if you wanted to, maybe we could move in together?" 

Move in with Roger? Naturally my response should be that I would love to. I mean, I think I would. I'm just nervous because I don't know enough about him to actually move in with him. We've been dating for a couple months, but is that too soon to move in together? And does he mean move in here or somewhere else?

"Love?" he says softly. I realize. haven't said anything in a while because I'm thinking. 

"Would you move in with me or..." I ask, trailing off at the end. I mean how often he's been here it's like he's moved in already. 

"I was kind of hoping we could get our own flat together. You know, make it ours," Roger sighs and kisses my hand again. "It's just if we go on tours and such I'll want a home to come back to and I'd want you there. So I know you won't leave,"   

It never dawned on me that Roger would be scared of me leaving. I know I've been scared of him leaving me for someone else, but never the other way around. Probably because he has so many girls that would die to be with him, and me - well I'm just me. 

"I'm not going to leave," I tell Roger. Not if you don't, I think but I choose not to say it. "Where would we move to?"

I can tell Roger's been thinking about this for a while. He talks about all possible locations, and flats he's seen for sale and which one's he thinks we would benefit from, size wise and price wise. Before I know it Roger is up at my phone making a call to someone. I'm assuming the realtor. 

"Can we look at the one on Bay Avenue?" he asks into it. I stand up, and walk into my kitchen to get a glass of water. 

As I'm looking around I realize eI'll be sad to leave this place. I've lived here for a couple years, but it's time to move on. Taking this step with Roger scares me but maybe it'll be a good thing for us. It's another stage in our relationship. 

I walk back into my room, my glass in hand. 

"It'll take only a couple fucking minutes," Roger says in the phone. He seems angry.

My eyes widen. I walk over to where he sits not he edge of my bed, and sit next to him, putting a hand on his knee. 

"Now?" He turns to look at me. "Sure...okay...bye," He hangs up. "He wants to meet with us now,"

"Oh," I say, realizing how soon everything is going. "Okay," 

I stand up, quickly walking around and combing through my hair once I reach my vanity. I put on a little bit of lip gloss, and then throw my shoes on. Roger holds out his hand to me by the front door, and I take it.

He wound up driving us. It took no more than 10 minutes. It's a pretty cute house, I must say. I wish it was detached but I like it. 

"Ah Roger Taylor," a man in a blue suit greets us outside the front of it. He smiles at me. "You must be Mrs. Taylor," he says.

"Oh! I'm not-"

"Yes, this is she," Roger says cutting me off. "It's a nice place, right?" 

I nod, a tight smile on my face. It is nice. It's in a cute area too. 

The man leads us inside, talking about the history of the house and the type of structure it is. I don't quote understand it all, but one thing is for certain. I love the house. 

Roger and I walk around alone after a little bit, to talk privately about it.

"I need to put my house on the market immediately," I say, starting to get nervous. "And if it doesn't sell-"

"Relax, love. I'll take care of it all," Roger tells me. 

I shake my head. "I know you're making money, but not this much. This is too much for just you besides I would want to pay for at least half of it," 

"Let me take care of it, okay?" Roger asks. He kisses my forehead. I want to object but he changes the topic. "Do you like this place at least?"

I sigh. "I do," I hug Roger, looking around. We stand right now in what would be our bedroom. "I'm nervous we're moving too fast," I tell him honestly. 

"Me too," he tells me. "I don't know how to date. But what I do know is that wherever I go I want you there by my side,"

And that sentence right there was enough for me to say yes to moving in to this house with Roger.