|| - More Than Words - || - Maylor Fanfic - Series - ||

- Chapter 4 : " I Need You. " -

" Roger. " I breathed quickly over the phone, holding back tears. It had been a whole week and i hadn't seen him. I needed to see him now. I held the phone close to my face, quaking lightly.

" B - Brian..? " he fretted in a scratchy voice. He sounded lost. The phone fell silent awkwardly for quite a while before i spoke again. " I - I - I've Really Missed You, Roger. " i choked softly out, massaging my throat, and wiping my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry of relief, but ( i haven't told Roger this ) im a bit of a crybaby, too.

I heard him sniff quietly, and i heard a weak whimper. I knew he was trying to hide that he was extremely upset. When he had managed to contain his silent whines and sniffs, he clucked shyly on.

" Me Too. I've Really Missed You. " 

His voice started to hoarse up, and i heard more sniffs and whimpers over the phone. Now i knew he was actually crying a bit. " I Really Need You.. " he cried. " I Want To See You..So Bad..Brian..I Need You - Now, Please! Please..I Want To See You So Bad..Please Let Me See You..!! " he started to burst out into tears and beg over the phone, barely breathing.

I tried to hush him, shushing him gently, tears dropping from my eyes. " Okay, Okay, Let It Out. " i whispered. He continued to sob over the phone. " Do You Want Me To Come Over? " 

He made a tiny humming noise to suggest a ' yes. ' 

I told him to take some deep breaths while he waited, and managed to calm him down before saying goodbye and heading off to his. I made quite a mad dash. I didnt want him to get stressed or worried that i would take too long, and as soon as i saw his house in the distance, i opened it.

No sooner than had i opened it did i feel two warm, trembling arms wrap around me. The blondes head dug onto my chest, and he grunted softly as he clenched me tighter. I closed my eyes, breathed out in relief and hugged him closely back, kissing the top of his moppy head. " Dont Worry. " i whispered, the side of my face on his head. " Im Here. I've Got You. "

His breath smelled of cocaine and alchohol, that worried me alot. I didnt tell him that.

" You Dont Know How Many Nights I've Cried, Brian..I - I've Needed You Here - With Me..! Just Us Together...Please Stay With Me Now. I Dont Want To Lose You This Way Again.. "

I pecked his forehead slowly again, closing my eyes. " Im Not Going Anywhere Without Knowimg You're Happy EVER Again - Hear Me Out. " i promised, squeezing his palm. For the first time in ages he smiled lovingly, and waltzed me to the sofa, where we cuddled for ages.

" Tomorrows That Big Test I Was Telling You About. " he finally muffled, his head on my pumping chest. I stroked his head. " Do You Think You'll Do Well? " i asked positively, facing him with a pleasured grin. He shrugged, curling his fingers through my hair. I heard him yawn, so i laid down, still stroking his fluffy, glossy blonde hair. He licked his lips, blinking constantly.

" I Havent Slept In Ages. " he groaned gently, looking at me with his magestic sea blue eyes. They blinked in wonder at my shocked face as i cuddled his back. " Why? " i gasped.

He paused, looking around in a suspicious way that confused me. He started to redden as his eyes darted about.

" Reasons. " he exaggerated.

I could see he could barely keep his eyes open, so i rested my fingers against each eyelid, slowly moving them down and keeping them there, as if he was dead. 

" Sleep On Me, If You'd Like. Im Quite Tired Myself. "

As soon as he had heard that, he dropped right off. In my head i was not so tired, because of the amount of alchohol i had drank this week, so i just watched his rosey cheeks and face. His breathing was hushed, and relaxed. I wanted it this way forever.

I kept thinking about that Christmas gift i was going to give Roger. It was very special indeed - thats why he couldnt see it - it would ruin everything - literally - everything. It was expensive, and made especially to give to your other half. I could tell Roger would like it alot.

I then took his waistcoat and T - shirt off, just in case he got hot - he certainly looked a little sweaty. I took mine off, too, so now we were both topless. It made me blush to feel his bare skin on mine, but it felt relaxing, so i dropped off myself after a while.

- Rogers Perspective -

I kept dreaming of that day when Brian got angry - why was he so mad? What was it that i couldnt see?

I really wanted to see it - it was obviously something REALLY secret. How did he buy it though?Yes, its close to christmas, but what is so expensive and crazy that he has to hide..? And, we've been dating for only about 4 weeks or so - why would he buy something so extrodinary..?

When i opened my eyes again, i was really sweaty, and Brians arms were wrapped sleepily around me. He had obviously fell asleep while i was. I slowly writhed out of his arms, yawning and watching him for a second - how gorgeous he was, yet so mysterious. 

I desperately wanted to sneak to Brians to try and find that ' Special Present ' but i knew that was bad. I decided to choke it down with a bit of Vodka, since all week i had been drinking and eating ( and taking ) crap. I felt my temptations urge me to chug down some more, but as i tried to walk away, i felt myself attached. I glugged down a mouthful, almost finishing the whole glass. I choked on the bittery taste a bit, wiping my mouth as my eyes watered. I heard Brian wake up.

Instantly hiding the bottle, i put my arms behind my back and faked a cheeky grin. I pretended to be reading a ramdom newspaper from ages ago. Brian gave me a gentle grin.

I felt awful, but hid it well with a cracked smile.

" You Good, Rog? "

I felt my throat hoarse to the question, and i felt my eyes start to water again. I quickly ran to hug him, putting my head behind his shoulder so he couldnt see my hopeless face.