Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Seven

"And...Freddie came over to talk to me. He sat down beside me while you were with Brian and John," your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you searched for the right words to tell him, "Roger I'm so sorry. I just...got swept up in it, I guess. The way he was talking a-and touching me. He told me to follow him, so I did. Roger, we...I had sex with him. This is all my fault. I-I'm so sorry."

You clasped your hands together and rested them on your lap. Your body wouldn't stop shaking even after you'd confessed, fearful of what his response would be. You expected the worst. You anticipated the screaming and shouting and cursing. But what came as a shock to you, though you believed it might possibly be worse than a ‪Roger Taylor temper tantrum, was that he didn't say a word. No shouting. No yelling. Not even a single tear. He didn't do anything.

It made your stomach churn. What was he going to do when he did finally react? Was he going to break up with you? Turn on his friends? Leave the band? "I knew this was bound to happen," he said finally and his response made you do a double take. "I...Um, excuse me?"

Roger exhaled. It was a defeated sound of sorts, but he continued nonetheless, "y/n, we've never had secrets. You knew...every little detail of my...escapades, as they came to be known. I've made mistakes. You know, because I've told you about them. There have been times when I haven't been loyal and stayed faithful," Roger's brows furrowed and you could tell he was having difficulty picking out the right words, "I guess what I'm trying to say is...how could I judge you for something you never passed judgement on me for? You saw my mistakes and...you never left. You've been my best friend for three years and I can honestly say there's...no one quite like you."

Roger's words brought tears to your eyes all over again. It took him a moment to notice you crying in the darkness. Your sniffles caught his attention and he scooped you up, "Oh, now..." he cooed, "did I say something wrong, baby girl?"

You violently shook your head, "no not at all. Roger...I don't deserve your forgiveness. B-But I'm willing to do what it takes to work through this. I feel awful...dreadful..."

"Hush, love," Roger quieted you, rubbing slow circles on your back, "it's alright. We're alright."

Roger had become a bigger person than you'd ever known him to be. But there was more to him than what meets the eye. Yes, Roger was a ball of agitation, a disaster waiting to happen who could fly off the handle at any moment, but he was mature in his own sense. What made sense to him was what he based his decisions on. It might have made no sense to anyone else, but if it did to him, that was what he went with. One of the only people in the world who ever understood "‪Roger Taylor logic" (as Brian nicknamed it) was you. Roger had done things. He'd had two girlfriends at one time on at least one occasion. You and he had laughed about it after the fact, but never once did you cut off your friendship with him. Not once did the two of you lose touch. There was something about Roger that you liked and there was something about you that he trusted more than any girl that he'd ever crossed paths with. And you were the only one who truly knew what he craved more than anything: love. Real love. Somehow he'd found that with you.

You had never expected him to forgive you, much less even accept your apologies and hold you while you cried. But Roger cared about you. He cared and felt so deeply that he couldn't ever leave you. He blamed Freddie more than anything. Freddie was the instigator. But Roger knew he'd deal with that soon. For now, he wanted you to be his focus. You were his whole world.

"Roggie..." you moaned and you felt his arms squeeze around you tighter at the use of the nickname, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to keep apologizing. I promise, everything is fine."