Falling Slowly ⤖ Roger Taylor [Completed]

Is It About Ava?

You walked out the door, it was freezing cold and a huge constrast from the inside, which was a heated room full of people. Thankfully you'd remembered to carry your coat. You walked fast towards the street, in order to hail a cab and you looked up to see that it had started snowing. Perfect. You liked snow, but you just would've preferred it at a happier timing. You felt bad ditching on Brian but if your suspicions were right, you'd caught him flirting with a lady multiple times and honestly it would do good to both of them if you left. At least he would finally get a real date. Miami would definitely be disappointed you didn't attend the entire release, especially since he was going to make important tour related announcements in front of the press, and he always preferred having you with him. But in the end, it was just a party and everyone knew how much you hated parties. The only ones you'd willingly gone to had been because of Roger. And ironically the one you were leaving was also because of him. Ava was probably right. It was your fault for getting feelings involved, you'd ticked off all the clichés- falling for your best friend, for a rockstar, for someone you used to despise. In the end, that's what they were. Just cliches. Never a real, genuine lovestory.

It would be so much better if you continued to despise him, go back to petty hatred and passive aggressiveness, passing snarky comments at his hookups and wondering why all those girls would be all over him.

You could never go back to that now, you'd both grown past the initial hate and actually started liking each other. So much, that it was at a point where everyone just assumed you used to date or have been friends forever. No one would believe that you'd just met six months ago, and come to become as close as you were today. You remembered the time when a month after knowing the band, you'd stayed in the studio, up late, doing paperwork. You were working under a dim tablelight, and kept the studio lights on so you wouldn't feel terrified. It was 1 in the night and the studio door had opened and you'd immediately gone into self defense mode, surely someone had come to kill you. Your surprise was evident when instead of a serial killer, Roger had stepped in and given you a weird look as he saw you standing near the door with a stapler in your hand.

"What are you even doing?" He'd said, and you'd calmed down.

"I thought you were a burglar or somethin" You trailed off, putting down the stapler and looking down at your feet.

"And stationery was your first choice of weapon?" He said, smirking and stepping towards you "What were you planning on doing, organizing him to death?"

"Shut up" You said, exasperated "Why are you coming here at 1 in the night?"

"I came to play. What are you doing here?" He said, pointedly, looking you up and down. You suddenly felt conscious of your attire and appearance. You were still new to the band, and he was a rockstar after all.

"I was working on some contracts" You said, gesturing to your table "Why'd you come all the way here? Don't you have a drumset at home?"

"I do, but I don't want to piss off my neighbors any more than I already have. I also love it here, the atmosphere's better" He explained, taking off a beret he had on and kept it on the side.

"Wow, if you like this atmosphere I wanna know what kind of a shitty apartment you have" You laughed, teasing him. He'd laughed too and gone off behind the glass window, where his drums were and looked up at you "You gonna stand there and watch?"

You blushed, realising you were staring "Sorry, no I'll go back to work"

He nodded and sat down, twirling his drumsticks and you went back to the couch. You curled up on it, grabbing your file in your hands and scribbling information. It was hard for you to focus at first, he was playing very loudly, and his presence there just made you anxious but you soon got used to it, looking up over your file to catch glimpses of him. He was entirely in a different zone, his eyes on the drums as he played a beat, his lips slightly pouted and he looked really cute actually. After a while, you realized you had finished your work and had just been watching him. When he had stopped playing, he looked up at you and gave you a smile. That was the first time you had any sort of alone time with him