Falling Slowly ⤖ Roger Taylor [Completed]

She's Different

Roger looked down at you as you slept. It was strange. He'd slept with countless women but none like this. This felt more personal, intimate and different. You were snoring very softly, your breath coming out quietly and your hand was resting on his stomach. He was never used to seeing you like this, so quiet and so vulnerable.

One of the first moments he'd met you, he had found you ranting about something to Freddie and he couldn't get the image of you looking so pissed and done with everything, out of his head. You were in denim shorts and a floral top, multiple necklaces around your neck. You had pink tinted sunglasses on and he'd never seen someone with the exact same style as him. His first thought had been that you had a gorgeous body and knew how to dress it as well. Your back was to him when he had walked in the studio, and all he heard was you ranting about something while eating a bagel. He was so distracted by your form, as you spoke while stuffing the bagel in your mouth that he'd tripped over his own drumset and embarrassingly enough, got your attention.

Right now was a stark constrast as he saw your sleeping form.

He almost dreaded the moment you would wake up. You shifted slightly in your sleep, your legs coming up to curl at your side. It was one of the most uncomfortable positions to sleep in, sprawled out on the couch, but you somehow felt safe, and warm. When you stretched out your legs, Roger tightened his grip on you. He looked down and saw your hair falling in your face. Your eyes were shifting, as if you were dreaming and there was a hint of a frown on your face, your forehead scrunched up, your lips parted. He pushed the strands of hair behind your ear with a slight touch of his fingers so you wouldn't be disturbed. You stirred in your sleep again and opened your eyes.

"Roger, what the fuck?" You had jumped away when you saw him staring at you. He laughed.

After spending the morning with you and making you breakfast, he realized he needed to meet with Freddie. He'd abandoned the boys last night, without explanation, and he owed them better than that. Roger left to go to his home, and rang Freddie as soon as he reached.

Freddie picked up on the first ring and said "Look who decided to give us a call"

"I'm sorry mate, about last night" Roger sighed, sitting down on a chair, holding the phone in his hands.

"You're daft for apologizing Roger. You were right to go and meet her. Did you?" Freddie asked.

"I did. I spent the night...but nothing happened" He explained hastily since Freddie would jump to conclusions otherwise.

"I've never known you to be the one to spend the night at another woman's house" Freddie teased. He was right. It was always the girls who Roger would bring home, who would leave in the morning. It was never like this. He hated not waking up in his own bed, your couch was an exception.

"Well, she's different" Roger replied, a small smile on his face "Do you know if she's going home for Christmas?"

"Why don't you ask her, Roger? I doubt she is. She mentioned something about her parents going on a cruise for the holidays. On that note, you should ask her to celebrate with us, she'll be all alone otherwise"

Roger nodded "Would she want to? I mean we're a bunch of rockstars, not the best people to celebrate a homely Christmas with"

"Well, maybe you can make her feel homely with some holiday love" Freddie said, suggestively.

Roger's doorbell then rang and he groaned.

"Hold on Fred, there's someone at the bloody door" He said, keeping the phone down and went to his front door. The bell rang again and he yanked open the door to see Ava.