One And Only~ Maylor [Wattys 2019]

Ch. 17: An Answer

Roger's P.O.V.

"I love you."

What?...

How is this true?

Am I dreaming?

Is this just fantasy?

How does he have feelings for me, for such an unworthy being, like me?

How?...

What do I say now?..

"I-I..."

"I love you too Brian." It was all I managed to say. He was beaming like an idiot and so was I. My eyes began to get lost in his gaze, as well as he. I looked down at his lips (they were so gorgeous, and looked delicious) and without any thought, we both leaned in.

Our lips had crashed and they began to synchronize, going from side to side. They tasted like sushi and wine. If felt so good, so right to do it. His lips had felt so warm against mine. He grabbed my face and pulled me closer.

We both gasped for air and let go. He was bright red but it was so cute. I grabbed his chin and held it, caressing it. There was a moment of silence between us.

"I've loved you ever since I've seen you, with those ocean eyes, your golden hair, that cute little nose, your marvelous, soft lips. Roger, you are amazing, talented, generous, funny, and of course, gorgeous. Don't think that I'd hate you because why would I?" Those words have melted my heart that I started to cry a bit, of happiness. His words were a remedy for my mind and heart to hear. They were sweet, as sugarcane.

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh Bri, I've loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. You had simply caught my eyes' attention, and I haven't realized that, until you captured me with your charming, sweet attitude, your gorgeous curls, your seducing, compassionate hazel eyes, everything. You made me feel special, and loved. You are so wise and talented, I don't what would I've done if I haven't met you." My eyes were still with tears. He gently wiped the tears off my face and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Shall we go now Mr. Taylor?"

"Well of course Mr. May." There was a cheeky smile on his face. He sticked his hand out to help me get up. We got to the counter to pay and I was about to grab my wallet out of my back pocket, but he stopped me.

"Don't even think about it. I'm paying."

"I- Can I at least pay a part."

"Nope! I invited you out, so I'm paying!"

"Uh- Come on!"

"Rog, I got it." He got his wallet out and payed the cashier.

"I'm paying next time," I demanded. He let out a chuckle and we both began heading out the restaurant. The streets of London were very luminous tonight. It felt so romantic, and calm. I could feel that were both hesitating to hold hands because our fingers were gently brushing each other as we walked. It started to get awkward and desperating so I just grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers together. His hand was so warm I could grab it all night and day long. There was an intense blush on his face he looked as red as a cherry. It was so hilarious, but cute.

"You were already making me go slightly mad because I knew you wanted to hold my hand, but you were brushing my hand and hesitating so much."

"I know, but you were doing that to Roggie!"

"Oh c'mon! I wasn't silly poodle!"

"You were!"

"I wasn't!"

"Fine I was! But you were hesitating more! Plus, your hand feel so warm compared to mine. Mine is ice cold!"

"No Roggie, your hand feels better. It is soft!"

"Oh stop! You are making me blush!"

"Well, I'll make you red as a cherry if I want to!"

"Please don't!"

"Oh I will...your hair reminds of the golden sun in the beach because it's so hot an beautiful. Your ocean eyes are deeper than the seven seas..." My face was going wildly red with every compliment he gave me. We walked for hours and hours until we got to my flat. Both of us climbed the stairs. Everything was silent, so it seemed quite late.

"I had an amazing night." he purred.

"Well, me too. I loved everything tonight, you, the food, everything."

"I'm glad. We should do this more often."

"Yeah, we should."

"Good night Roggie."

"Good night Brimi." He grabbed my face and gave me a soft, but gentle kiss on my lips. When we parted, we said goodbye. I opened the door and threw myself to bed. Fortunately, some time ago, Charlie moved out, so I was alone. But it felt better because he was an asshole. I grabbed a pair of pyjamas and changed in the bathroom, so I could wash my teeth later on there. When I was done, I threw myself into bed and looked up to the ceiling, with Brian on my mind. I never thought he'd ever respond to my feelings, not at all, especially my best friend of 5 years, the one whom I began to write music with.

Oh, how I love him.

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Brian's P.O.V.

I still can't process what happened.

I confessed my feelings to my best friend of 5 years, Roger Taylor, and he confesses his feelings for me. I still can't believe ow he could have feelings fro such an imperfect, horrid being like myself, but it feels wonderful, I feel save with him, and loved. Of course, I really want to continue this.

A romantic relationship?

Not a bad idea.

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I know, this chapter(s) are straight off shit. I suck at writing.

Goodnight.

-From Lu