Save Me [A Maylor Story]

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Recording studio, 1974

BRIAN POV

'Come on now darlings, let's take a break, before our pretty lady on the drums passes out.' Freddie was already heading out to get us some more drinks as John decided to join him, for the last time Freddie was the one to go, he'd picked out some of the most disgusting kinds of booze you can imagine. 
Rog truly did look a bit tired, but his face cleared up when he noticed Fred and Deacy had left. 
'So, Bri, what to do now that those two lovebirds have taken off to make out? I'm sure they will come back without the drinks though.' 
'There's this song I wrote, but I'm not sure if it's good enough to be on the album. Could you take a look at it and give me some feedback?'
I handed Roger the pieces of paper I had carefully hidden from Freddie. He is usually eager to share his opinion with the world,  it's more often given than asked for. 
Roger walked circles through the recording studio while reading my song. That it was actually written for him, he didn't know. Most of the times when something is up with someone, Rog is the last to notice; he can be quite dreamy sometimes.

'I like it,' Roger said as he sat down next to me,'but perhaps you could change this bit over here: 

A misty castle awaits for you and you shall be a fairy princess.

It creates this illusion of love that when you love someone and something bad happens, there's no chance of getting back in the game and finding happiness, but that's not true. Even if you are hurt by someone, if your relationship is messed up, there's still a way that you can fix things. I assume the song is about Chrissie? Whatever is going on, Bri, I'm here for you. I will always be here if you need someone to talk to or a place to rant or even a place to cry your heart out. I would never want you to be unhappy, though the lyrics to your song seem to tell me you are.

While he said this, I sensed him moving closer to me, and as our shoulders touched I winced and walked to the other side of the studio.
'Thank you Rog, but I... I am not sure if I could tell you what is bothering me, I'm sorry. All right, back to the song. What do you think I should change the lyrics to?'
'Well, if you want to let the hint of sadness in the song continue, you could change it to and you shall be a Queen, I think that fits in. Plus, now you have a funny reference to our band! Do you have a melody for it already? I would love to hear it.'
'I think that works fine, thanks for the help. I'll play it for you later, I suspect Fred and Deacy are almost done "getting drinks".' 
Roger bursted out in laughter, which made his eyes sparkle. Once he recovered, he gave me the most adorable smile you can imagine. It faded as Freddie and John returned with a few bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka (Freddie loves that stuff, I never really managed to understand why). They had also bought a soda for me, as I don't like the heavy drinking the other guys do while recording. After all the drinking and the joking around, it was time to carry on with the rehearsal, which, sadly, meant I wouldn't be able to look at Roger anymore and had to focus on playing the dozens of songs Freddie wrote. 

At around seven pm we went home, quite capable of sleeping for a few days. Rog and I lived close to eachother, so we always walked home together. The moonlight reflected in his eyes as he looked up to me once we arrived at his place. 
'Good night Bri. I will see you tomorrow?' 
'You sure will. Good night Rog!' 

I took off, leaving him at the front door. I turned around to see if he was still there, and I caught him glancing at me, closing the door as soon as he noticed I was looking at him. Could it be that he was also sad about leaving? Probably not, he wouldn't. He's Roger Meddows Taylor, a lover of pretty much every lady wanted and also the ones that didn't want to hook up with him at first. There's no way he could be just the slightest bit interested in me, a top of the class dorky astrophysics lover...
I tried to think of something else, but it was hard not to think of him. That cute smile, his adorable eyes, even the way he lights a cigarette is sexy, though I am against smoking. What on earth is happening to me? Only a few weeks ago I was fine with Roger being my best friend, and now, after six years of playing in bands together, I have developed feelings for him. One thing is for sure: I can never tell him. I can't ruin our friendship and the band. I can't, I won't do that to him. 

I arrived at my appartment, and as soon as I feel down on my bed, I felk, asleep. The dream? I think you can imagine who it was about. 

Hey lovies! This is my first Maylor story, that's why this first chapter is a bit short, but once I get the story going I'm sure I will be able to make them longer. Should you guys have any ideas on how I can maybe change the storyline later on, or a nice plottwist, please tell me in the comments so I can see if they are doable (I'm sure I'm going to get a writer's block sooner or later, so it would actually be really helpful and you guys would read the story you want to read!).  
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