Sleepless In London (Maylor)

I'm Not Desperate

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ :
Mentions of physical assault, abuse, and bullying (homophobia)
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"What the fuck." Roger breathed, gripping his wheel and resting his forehead against it. "What are the fucking chances that HE was the one on the radio?" His eyes shut tightly, taking in a deep breath when-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Letting out a screech that nearly shattered the windows of his car, he brought his wide eyes up to meet the mildly concerned hazel ones staring down at him.

"Shit, sorry, mate. I didn't mean to scare you." Brian said, sheepishly. "Are you alright? I was just about to walk home and I saw you with your head down" The concern in his voice was clear and it made Roger want to shatter the window and snog him right on the spot. Again, what the fuck?

Rogers blushes furiously, staring up at his with his wide blue eyes before clearing his throat and rolling the window down.

"I... I fell asleep." The blond cursed himself, clenching his teeth at the stupid words falling out of his mouth.

Brian chuckled. Then laughed. That bitch.

"I could see that. I thought you might've been upset about the audition. I know Freddie can be a bit particular when it comes to the band, but he really liked you. You've got nothing to worry about with him. Or even Deaky." Brian said, humor leaving his voice for genuine warmth yet again. Could he BE anymore perfect?

"And you?" The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to drive straight into the ocean.

"Of course. You're probably the best drummer I've ever heard." His words were sincere as he smiled kindly at the smaller man. "And a damn good match for Queen."

Roger couldn't help the smile that stretched upon his face. No one besides his sister had ever talked to him like that, or applauded his talents with that much sincerity. Women would like him for his pretty face, as well as men before they realized the Roger was, in fact, a man.

"Th-Thanks, Brian." He said, his voice quiet as he beamed up at the man.

"Of course, Rog. We're happy to have you." He grinned back, patting his shoulder once before backing away and shuffling his clog covered feet. "I should get going, I'll see you at seven?" He went to turn around and Roger grabbed his wrist gently.

"Wait. You said you're walking home?" Roger asked, tilting his head at the man in front of him. It reminded Brian of a little puppy.

"Yeah, it's a few blocks. Not too far." He shrugged.

"Well, I can give you a ride if you want. I don't have anything to do today." He offered, semi cross with himself because he was just so damn awkward around the man.

"Well, if you really don't mind..." Brian grinned at him, his face lighting up and he put his guitar in the backseat carefully.

"Not at all, Bri." And he really didn't.

"Thank you." He said, getting into the passenger seat and smiling over at the drummer.

"Anytime."

They drove for a few minutes in silence before Brian spoke up.

"You'll never believe what Freddie did last night." Shit.

"What'd he do?..." Roger asked cautiously, eyes flickering from the road to the guitarist. Brian was just trying to fill the awkward silence, but he only made it more awkward on the drummers part.