You are John Deacon's best friend, and when he joins a band as their bassist, you are thrown into a whirlwind of rock shows, partying, and many late nights. You have grown close to the other boys in the band, especially Roger. You didn't really thi...
I woke up being showered with kisses on my shoulder, and Roger nuzzled in the crevice of my neck.
"m'morning to you too, Mr. Taylor," I yawned.
"You hungry?" he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me into him.
"Yeah, I could go for just about anything right now, Rog." I batted my eyelids, looking at him through my eyelashes.
"Anything?" A cheeky grin crossed his face.
"You know what I mean," I giggled. He kissed my forehead and went to get up, until we both heard a knock on the door.
"Roger, you dirty bastard, get up! We have some news!" someone who we came to the conclusion was Brian's voice. Roger turned to face me, sticking his pointer finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I nodded, and pulled the covers up to my neck. Roger left where he once laid, and cracked open the door.
"Bloody hell, mate. It's eight in the morning!" He complained. Brian wasn't alone, he had the band and they just pushed past him and crowded his tiny living room. I wanted to hear their conversation, so I, being the sleuth I thought I was, slowly sat up and grabbed one of Roger's t-shirts to pull over me. I stood up and was making my way over to the door, but my plan quickly took another route when I tripped over one of Roger's shoes left from the unraveling of events last night.
The chatter in the living room stopped, and everyone was silent for a moment.
"Jesus Rog, d'you have an elephant in the room?" Deaky laughed.
"I pray for Y/N's sake that it isn't a groupie," Freddie said in annoyance.
I swung open the door at that sentence, and Roger jumped up coming over to me.
"Oh Y/N, my apologies darling." Freddie gasped. "Good morning to you too, Fred." I replied.
Roger cupped my face, and lovingly kissed my forehead, "Are you alright, lovie?"
"Yes Roger, I'm okay. Banged up my knee, but that's nothing.." I frowned. I wonder why Roger wanted to keep me hidden in the bedroom. "I'm just gonna make myself a cup of coffee and then I'll be out of your hair, so you boys can have your discussion," I said.
Roger followed me to the kitchen, and stood in front of me, stopping me from getting a mug out of the cabinet, "Woah, what is going on with you?"
"Nothing Rog, really. Nothing." I mumbled.
"It's not nothing, tell me Y/N," He put his hand on the cabinet, keeping it shut.
"I dunno Rog, why did you want to hide me in there?" I looked up at him, placing one hand on his shoulder.
"Oh lovie, I just didn't want the boys to make banter like they do, I was honestly just joking. You could of came out of the bedroom anytime you wanted," he removed his hand from the cabinet, handing me a mug for my coffee.
"Oh, I'm sorry Rog, I overthink sometimes." I set the mug on the counter and started to brew the coffee, "Go talk to the boys, I'll come into the living room in a sec."
Roger went in and sat on his leather recliner and put his elbows on his knees, waiting for Brian to tell him the news.
"Fred got a call from a record label that had an agent come to our show, they loved us. They are interested in signing us, but we have to come up with an album first!" Brian gushed.
Roger's face lit up like a kid in a candy store from the news. I walked in with my cup of coffee, and sat on roger's lap.
"Did you hear that love, a label is interested in us!" He pinched my butt, and I let out a little squeal. The boys just rolled their eyes.
John looked at me with a vexed expression, "So this is where you were last night? Thanks for calling, Y/N. You had me worried sick!"
"Are you joking, Deaky? I saw you leave the bar with some blonde under your arm. I didn't want to deal with that last night."
"She didn't even come back to the flat, we went to hers. and you could of at least gave the telephone a ring, letting me know you were safe!" He responded disgruntled.
"Look Deaky, she's safe. Cut the crap lad." Brian patted his shoulders.
"Yeah Deaky, she was with me the whole night, I wouldn't of let anything happen to her," Roger butted in.
"That's so....reassuring," John said, taking a sip of his bottle of water.
"Prick." Roger retorted.
I kissed Roger's cheek, trying to let him know that I always feel safe in his presence, then I got up from his lap, standing against the chair.
"Bloody hell, go put some pants on, Y/N." Deaky rolled his eyes.
"Look mate, I know she's like a little sister to you, but I don't appreciate the tone, man," Roger said to John.
I squeezed Roger's shoulder, and glared at Deaky making my way to the bedroom to jump in the shower. Brian and Freddie let out a sigh of relief, as the tension wasn't as prevalent because I left the room.
**
"Rog, I should get going. I have to study for my exams next week," I huffed.
"Let me help you," he smiled.
"No baby, that's alright. You'll be more of a distraction, and you know that." I laughed.
"Ugh fine, angel. Will I see you later then?" He pouted his lip out.
"Mhm," I mumbled as I brushed my lips against his. He grabbed my waist pulling me to straddle him. "8 o'clock then, wear something sexy, love." He kissed me and patted my bum. I stood up and grabbed my clutch from the kitchen table, making my way to the door. "Bye, Rog" I put my hands to my lips, blowing him a kiss.
**Author's Note**
I don't know why, but I loved writing this chapter. I think it's my favorite thus far. Sorry it is a little bit shorter than the other chapters. Hopefully I'll update by tomorrow. :)
Can we also appreciate Ben as Wade Parker, and the movie Only The Brave? I cry everytime i watch it
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