Crazy Little Thing: BH! Roger Taylor

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AN: I am SO sorry that this is more than 2 weeks late! I went on vacation for Spring break and I also hung out with this boy a couple of times and school started again and it's harder than ever. I'm suffering. Anyway, I'm trying my best so here it is!

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"Can you tell me more about what happened that night?" I asked, scooting closer to Brian on the couch. Emily had left with John because he was done recording for the day and Roger was still in the booth, recording a part by himself.

"I dunno if you want to know, Amelia. It wasn't pretty. I hate that I had to see my best friend like that... Why do you want to know, anyway?"

"Because I hate that I wasn't there for him. I want to know the full story so I'm not missing such a big piece of his life. I just want to understand better, I suppose. I hate that I left. I hate that you told me not to leave and I still did. God, I hate myself."

"Hey," Brian scolded, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Don't say that. You can hate the fact that you weren't there, but don't hate yourself. It's not your fault. You didn't know. I didn't know."

"So..?"

"I knew something wasn't right with him. With the way he was talking. At first I thought that he was drunk, but he had only had the one to my knowledge and he handles his alcohol pretty well. But there was so much going on at once so I brushed it off. When I was trying to get you to stay, I heard this loud noise. So as you know, I told you to stay put and went to investigate. Roger was on the ground, practically convulsing and the girl had disappeared. Another girl at the bar had told me she thought that she had drugged him but wasn't sure. That part didn't really matter though. I would have figured it out pretty quickly anyway. He was shaking like a leaf. I thought we were just going to be able to take him home and it would get out of his system but..."

"But what?"

"He started throwing up so much that he couldn't even catch his breath. So we had to call an ambulance."

"I feel like maybe someone should have told me."

"I tried. You weren't answering your phone there, love."

"Oh..." Not only did I not call Brian and tell him that I was home safely. I didn't answer any calls for a few days. The phone was ringing off the hook once I had got home. I just thought that Brian wanted to know if I was ok. I had no idea that they were calling to tell me that Roger was in the hospital form a drug overdose.

"Hey, it's ok."

"No it isn't." I sighed. "When you love someone, you're supposed to be there for them, always... Especially for stuff like that. He was scared..."

"Hey, love isn't perfect, Amelia. Life is messy. Not everything always goes as planned. Mistakes are bound to happen along the way. I make mistakes every day."

"Have you ever been in love before?" I asked, looking up at him. He hesitated for more than a moment but finally said,

"Yes."

"Sometimes it sucks." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yes, but in the best ways." Brian smiled, letting out a small sigh. Finally, Roger came back out of the booth and sat down next to us on the couch.

"You're up, Bri." he said. I shifted on the couch so that I was leaning against Roger instead as Brian trudged off to the booth.

"I'm so happy that you two love birds are back together." Freddie said, reappearing with a fresh cup of tea in his hands. My heart skipped a beat when Freddie said that. Were we back together? Did I want to be? Of course I did. It's not like Roger did anything wrong (like I thought he did), but now I'd have to live with this guilt for the rest of my life. I wasn't sure if it would affect our relationship but I was worried that it would. "Now we're finally able to get some work done. Or maybe not." he laughed to himself when Roger kissed me on the cheek. "Not if you two are busy then."