speechless | roger taylor

fourteen

"I'll pay for petrol, just... please, Rog. I don't want to be here anymore," Elise whispered, the sound of Roger's heartbeat pounding through her mind as her head rested on his chest. She was sat down on the bed with her legs thrown over his, his arm holding her as close to him as he could.

"'S alright," Roger spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I've got it. Have you unpacked anything?"

Elise shook her head, "no. Everything's still in our bags, except for a small note on my desk with Freddie's number on it."

"Come on, flower," he said, lifting her off of the bed gently. "We'll go home. Do you want me to carry your things?"

Elise hadn't packed that much if she was honest. She'd packed the necessities in one bag that was just a little bigger than the size of a purse, and she had her clothes and camera in a suitcase that wasn't all that big either.

"I've got it, I think," she said, going over to her bags. She slipped the note which had Freddie's number on it into the pocket of her hoodie, reminding herself that she'd have to call the boys once she got home.

"Elise," Roger whispered, catching her attention. She turned around and looked up at the blonde man, a smile adorning her face at the brightness of his eyes. She'd always been in love with his eyes—they were the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen and if she could, she'd stare at them for the rest of her life.

"What is it?" she asked softly, her hands moving to his chest to steady herself. 

Roger didn't say a word. He lifted his hand to her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb, his face contorted in concentration as he ran his digit across her skin. She leaned into his touch and moved her hands from his chest to his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

His arms latched together around her waist, holding the girl as tightly as he could. "Thank you, Roger," she spoke as she backed away. 

"Anything for you, flower. Now, shall we?" 

Elise giggled and the two of them made their way downstairs, Roger's hand holding hers protectively. He'd be damned if he let anyone hurt her ever again. As they were about to enter the foyer to leave, they were stopped by her parents, a sad look on Diane's face while Walter had a simple smirk on his.

"You're leaving already?" Diane asked. 

"'M sorry, mum," Elise said, "we are."

"Makes sense," Walter sneered, "you never could handle anything thrown at you. Always running from your problems, aren't you?" 

Elise tensed up, her hand gripping tightly at Roger's. She looked down at the ground for a moment before deciding that it just wasn't worth the hurt anymore. She looked back up at her mum and gave her a faux smile, nodding curtly. 

"We'll be off, now. Nice to see you," she spoke. Diane could feel her heart break at how cold and distant her daughter was being, but she knew that it was because of Walter. 

She knew that she needed to leave him eventually. 

"Don't bother coming back, Elise. You're not welcome here until you get rid of that scum," Walter scowled, motioning towards the man stood beside her. 

"Screw you, Walter," she spat as she and Roger wove their way around Diane and walked out.

"Happy birthday, Ellie," Diane said softly into the void. Elise and Roger had already left the house and were in his car, leaving Diane alone with Walter. A small tear slipped from her eye as she watched them pull away from her driveway, and farther away from her home.