Falling Slowly ⤖ Roger Taylor [Completed]

Lucky Me Then

You sat on the couch, fiddling with the threads of your sweater sleeves as you thought over Miami's proposal. It was an amazing opportunity, and it came so quick for you as compared to others starting out in your career. The only downside was that you wouldn't be with the band anymore, you'd gotten so attached to them over the past months and regardless of your feelings for Roger you would miss them. Freddie was like family to you and Brian and Deaky were such good friends...not that you would have to stop being friends after, it would just be harder to meet them. They were constantly on the rise to fame, and always busy, so unless you were an employee it would be almost impossible to maintain relations with them the way you had them now.

Maybe it would be a good thing if you left work with them, it would ease the ache that you got in your heart whenever you saw Roger. You suddenly recalled the first day you'd seen Roger with a groupie, and also the first time you felt bad about it.

The first time was when you entered the studio for a recording session, it was a Sunday and Freddie had invited you. He was recording a song in the booth as the rest of the band sat opposite, offering critique. Brian was at the panel, turning knobs at Freddie's commands and Deaky was sat by the speaker, adjusting the volume. They were all helping Fred get it together.

"Love! You're finally here!" He said, interrupting his own recording and beamed at you. Brian and Deaky gave you a nod of acknowledgment and you looked to Roger who was otherwise preoccupied. On his side was a petite blonde leaning into his chest and he had his eyes closed, leaning his head back on the couch as she trailed her fingers over his bare chest.

"Roger?" Brian said, trying to make him aware of the fact that he should scoot over so you could sit. He hummed in response, his eyes still shut as he lay lazily with his arm around the woman.

"Move over will you? Make some room for her" Brian said and Roger opened his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. You shot him a smile and you felt him study you before he shifted, lifting the woman up onto his lap so you could sit instead of her. You cleared your throat and sat down next to him, the recording resumed and you tried not to give them a dirty look as they made out next to you. Other than the discomfort of the situation, you had been mostly unaffected, just wondering why girls like her threw themselves at him.

It was a lot different a month later, when Queen invited you to your first party ever with them. You weren't a party person, you hated going out into clubs and bars with people you didn't even properly know. It was on Freddie's insistence that you had gone and also instantly regretted it. You'd spent the most part of the party trying to move around without falling over on your face and avoiding overfriendly men. A guy had been chasing you, a drink in his hand, grabbing at your arm and you'd immediately gone inside the first room you saw in order to escape him. You hadn't realized it was a mistake till you saw Roger inside the room, a girl pressed up by him against the wall as he held her legs around his waist, planting kisses down her bare chest. You'd frozen still in your tracks, the wine glass in your hand falling to the floor with a dramatic and loud shatter. Roger had whipped around and seen you, flustered as you stood at the door, your hand on the knob unsure whether you should walk out or not. The girl between his legs had let out a yelp and covered her chest up by her hands and for a minute you wondered why she didn't just wear her clothes, till your eyes darted down to her top... torn in half by possibly Roger. Your face had turned red, and you averted your gaze towards the floor. It had been a terrible idea walking inside this room.

"I'll see you outside love, okay?" You heard Roger say to the girl and she let out a huff before grabbing her jacket, zipping it up and walking past you.

"Uh, I'm sorry" You blurted out after she was gone. Roger turned to smirk at you, buttoning up his shirt in the process and you hated how you couldn't look away from him. He always looked so good, especially now when you'd seen him doing that to her.