rag doll - maylor

i don't mind, c'mon up and see me

(a/n about time for a fucking update 🤡🤡🤡)

brian nervously scribbled his phone number on roger's arm, and, seeing as roger was too exhausted after an eight hour shift to do anything else tonight, walked the shorter boy to the car, an arm around his waist.

"are you sure you'll be alright, love?" brian crooned, opening the door for him and stepping back.

roger walked up to him, silencing him with a soft kiss. "i've done this many times before, bri."

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watching roger drive off, brian wondered if he would ever hear from the blond again.

i mean, he was literally a random guy he met at the club! although he obviously didn't accept numbers from any other customers, though.

brian checked his phone. fuck, it was late.  he also had 22 text notifications. clicking on them, he saw nearly all were from freddie.

bri where u @
i c u
who u wit h
im pissed
no deakjy stil

slowly walking to his car, he began the drive back to the shared apartment to deal with his hammered mates.

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meanwhile roger pulled up to the apartments he lived in. great, time to wake rami up and make food.

fumbling around in his bag for his phone, tapping away until he had a contact in as "bri ; )" roger grinned despite the dull ache in his head.

the blond's smile quickly faded. it was too late to text brian tonight.

heading up the stairs, stumbling over to his flat and creaking open the door, roger tiptoed to rami's room to wake him up.

you see, from roger's point of view, rami may be a severely introverted rudeass, but he damn well knows how to make spaghetti.

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meanwhile brian stomped his way up to the shared flat, smiling about roger, the beautiful boy that he was just so lucky to meet, even if it was once.

knocking twice on the door before unlocking it with a key, brian may was met with a sight that would have been absurdly hilarious, had he not been half asleep.

freddie and john sat on the sofa, the latter's eyes fixed on the screen of the tv, on which seemed to be bambi?!

freddie was wearing a pink t-shirt as a nightgown and sloppily painting his nails a matching shade, two of his cats beside him, one of which he was apparently painting on.

brian rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. it was too late for this shit.

he opened the door to his adjoining room,and was immediately met with a wave of calmness.
star charts on the walls, the smell of incense still lingering in the air, brian stride over to the window, gently moving the shade back with his hand and staring up at the stars.

he had always felt a connection with the night sky. smiling, he scanned the stars for recurring constellations. a small streak of light flew across the sky.

a shooting star!

brian closed his eyes and made a wish.

roger. just roger.

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the next day

roger shot out of bed at exactly 2:45 p.m, trying to ignore rami yelling some shit to him about shoes from the kitchen.

last night was fucking wild.

stumbling out of his bed, tripping over his high heels yet AGAIN, he rubbed his still-tired eyes and walked to the bathroom for a long ass shower.

walking up to his mirror, roger watched his eyes widen in shock because his dumb self had just remembered.

BRIAN MAY!!!

he ran full force from the bathroom back to his room, snatched his phone out of the drawer, finding the right contact and typing out a text.

"hello brian", "hi!" "hey ; )"

delete, delete, DELETE.

tapping out the perfect message, smiling satisfactorily, roger hit send, set his phone down, and finally walked to the bathroom to take his long needed shower.

"hey bri : )"

forty-five minutes later roger exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam, inhaling the fresh air, wrapped up in a fluffy lavender towel, his favorite color.

applying rose tinted vaseline to his lips, rubbing some on his eyelashes to make them grow thicker, smoothing witch hazel over his face, slipping on a bathrobe, he went to check his phone.

1 message from bri <3

bri <3
hey roger :) how'd you sleep?

roger giggled, he actually giggled. his heart soared as he typed back a reply.

i just woke up so, well i guess, what about you?

roger's phone buzzed not even 20 seconds later.

bri <3
my roommates were being loud, but eventually i fell asleep

roger sat on his bed as he and brian discussed little things about themselves, his heart fluttering every time he received a text from the beautiful man known to him as brian may.

it was then that an idea floated into the blond's mind. he had the rest of the day off, and it seemed brian did too, why not do something with their free time?

he blushed a little, biting his lip and nervously typing out a text.

hey, if you're not busy today, would you maybe wanna meet up at a coffee shop or something?

never being one to stress much, roger pressed send without a second thought.

he didn't have to wait long for a reply.

bri <3
i'd love to! do you have any place in mind, because i know an amazing cafe downtown :))

roger leaped up in his bed, rolling back down, hugging his pillows and grinning like a maniac.

he said yes!

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