should've said no [ ROGER TAYLOR ]

DELICATE [TWO]

Long night, with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share
'Cause I like you

I still couldn't get over what had happened the previous night at the pub. It's so strange, I thought for a bit he thought I was just another girl that had fallen for his stupid charm, but there was something in the way he acted, it caught me. He called me last night, once he was back at his flat after his band played their gig. He wanted to know if I got home safe, asked me more about what I thought about the show. He wouldn't of done that if he was in for a quick fling, wouldn't he, right?

Nonetheless, I pushed my overthinking aside and focused on what to wear down to the pub. He gave me a time so I could be there for their soundcheck so I could get a moment to chat with Roger again. Weirdly enough, I really am
thanking myself that I got the courage to slip my number to him. It was something I usually never did. Now look where it's got me today.

I made my way to the pub, taking a cab. As I arrived, I noticed a van loading instruments and the like out, taking it as the way to go to find Roger. I knew I was on time for when he asked me.

There I saw him, that shaggy blonde hair, ripped old denim jacket with some flared pants to match. Pushing a strand of hair out of my face, I went on over, tapping on his shoulder.

"Surprise?" I spoke, shy-ly at that. I was never good with these things.

"Val! I'm glad you came!" He picked me up in his arms, spinning me around. "I was almost worried you weren't going to turn up."

"And what would give you that impression, hm?" I crossed my arms, giving him a cheesy old grin.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just glad you're here now." He motioned for me to go first, him following close behind. It was weird to think that later tonight the pub would be filled. For now, it was a few people coming in for their lunch break for a couple of beers.

"Is there anything I can do to help you guys set up?" I asked. I thought it was the least I could do.

"That's what the guys here are for." He replied with a laugh as we went to sit in one of the booths, away from the guys. "But I appreciate the offer nonetheless."

I followed behind him, sliding in beside him. "Just thought I'd be nice." God, I hated feeling this awkward. I was never good on first dates. This was a date, wasn't it? Yeah. It was. I really need to stop overanalysing this.

"Nice is good..." He gave a chuffed laugh in reply. "So, Valerie... I want to know more about you, more about this bold girl who gave me her number." He leant forward to me, those baby blues gazing in intently. Ugh, I hated how gorgeous his eyes were. Hypnotising.

"There's a lot to know. I'm an open and closed book, so to speak. Ask the right questions and I'll give you the answers you want. But I don't just give things freely to just anyone. Rockstar or not." That's it. Stand your ground Valerie.

"See, that's what I like about you..." Roger began, coming in closer to me. "You're a mystery. Not many girls around here are like that. Keeps guys like me on our toes..."

Okay, even my blind ass knew that that, was flirting. "Maybe if you go on playing your cards right, I might be around to keep you on your toes for quite some time." I replied, almost with a smug little smile, surprisingly - not like me.

"Is that a challenge? Because I have never been more ready to accept.." Damnit, those eyes really were working a number on me.

And so, we talked. I told him about my job in art, where I was studying. He told me about his music career, how he left studying dentistry to focus on his dream. We didn't go too personal.

Until. That night.

My hands were tangled into his hair, lips a heated mess upon each other as he basically pushed me into his flat, my back up against the door, arched into his body. His hands ravaged every part of me in ways I hadn't even thought were possible to do.

It was a long night. A long passionate night. Time and time over and over again. I wasn't blind, I knew he had much more experience then I did, his number was more then mine. That was obvious. But god, I wanted more. I didn't care about his reputation then and there. All I knew is I wanted him. Even if it wasn't for the best. Even if I knew this would end with me getting my heartbroken again.

My head rested on his chest, our breathing deep and heavy, trying to catch our breath from round number — ? I lost count.

"Roger..." I mumbled, my eyes fluttering with intent for sleep. "I like you."

He leant down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I like you too."

I wanted him.

I wanted him.

I wanted him.

I was betraying every sane thought I had about him. But so quickly. He made his mark on me. More then I cared to admit. Though all I had to hear from him was my name and my whole body stopped.

Maybe it could be more. The doubt ate away at me, it really did. But I couldn't stay this delicate little flower anymore.

We all have to learn from mistakes? Even if those mistakes feel like the best thing in the world.

I let my eyes close, drifting to sleep - content with the thought that I knew I was waking up in his arms.