speechless | roger taylor

ten

Elise was laid on Brian's sofa later the next week with John between her legs, her hands tangled in his brown locks. Freddie was sat beside Roger on the loveseat beside the sofa and Brian was sat at the end of the sofa with John's feet in his lap. 

The five of them were gathered around the lounge, two boxes of pizza open on the coffee table, both practically empty. They were waiting for the sunset so they could go get cosy in the field as they waited for the meteor shower, and Elise had never been as excited as she was at that moment. 

"Can I braid your hair?" Elise asked John, her fingers lightly dragging over his scalp. 

John swallowed his pizza before replying. "Course. Have you got a hair tie?" 

"I've always got one on my wrist," she smiled, showing him her wrist. He nodded and started eating his slice of pizza once more, lifting his feet as Brian went to stand up. 

He walked over to the window by his loveseat as Elise began to twist and braid John's hair, sighing lightly. "'S almost sunset, which means it's almost time to go," Brian said, excitement dripping from his voice.

"Darling! Have you got the blankets and such?" Freddie asked, a slice of pizza in his hand. "Have you got the cupcakes?"

Freddie had insisted on buying cupcakes for their little night in the fields, claiming that it wasn't a party without either cupcakes or alcohol. Brian had talked him out of alcohol because it was a public place and it wasn't allowed, so he insisted on cupcakes, and had bought twenty-four of the most luscious cupcakes in all of London. 

"Of course," Brian chuckled. 

Roger was sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his pink lips. He was more excited for the night to be over and to meet Elise's parents the next day, even though he was quite excited to see the meteor shower with her and his friends. 

Over the last week, Roger had been trying his best to conceal his excitement. He had been trying to stop smoking all the time after Elise had told him how much her parents—mostly her dad—had hated smoking, and he'd been trying to calm himself every time he got angry over the smallest things. Even if it was all just pretend, he wanted to make a good first impression.

Elise giggled as she tied her hair tie around the end of John's braid, smiling at her work. "Let me see!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a giddy child. 

John moved from her lap and sat where Brian was once sat, looking around at the three of them. "Do I look beautiful?" 

Freddie and Roger laughed and John turned to Elise, who looked proud. "Most beautiful man I know," she laughed.

"What about me?" Roger asked, holding his hand over his heart as if he was wounded.

"Yeah, what about me?" Freddie pouted, causing a small chuckle to fall from Elise's lips.

"Well, you're the most attractive man I know," she said, pointing at Roger with her pinkie, "and you, you're the most everything man I know. Don't tell anyone, but you're my favourite," she told Freddie.

Roger's cheeks turned red and John looked at her with fake shock, his mouth wide. "I can't believe I'm not your favourite anymore!"

"What's going on in here?" Brian asked, walking back into the lounge with a blanket for each of them. 

"Elise said I'm not her favourite!" John whined, looking up at the taller man as he passed him a blanket. 

"Who's your favourite then? Me?" Brian asked, chuckling. He handed out the rest of the blankets and closed the pizza boxes, stacking them on top of each other and moving them to the counter in his kitchen.