𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 | 𝕓𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

roger | arguments

| warnings : a lot of arguing | 1.8K words |

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the date is september third. you and your boyfriend roger had another argument last night over you spending your spare time with another guy. he was your best friend, but nothing was happening between you. since roger was the jealous type, of course he got upset and angry. you decided to take a walk to his house, knocking on his white door swiftly. as he opened it, he took one look at you and before any words could even be produced. the door slam shut.

"roger, don't be like this" you sighed

"i don't want to speak to you" he said

"at least let me try" you pleaded

the door opened again, his blonde mullet on his shoulders refrained his tight and angry glare.

"i'm sorry for last night, even though it wasn't my fault, you know nothing is happening between us" you threw your hand to your side

"just don't." roger put up his hand

"but" rog cut you off

"your so stubborn and just we can't work things. i think we should just" he paused

"just what?" roger stayed silent

"roger speak to me, just what?" you wondered

"JUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS" he screamed as you took a step back silently

"look y/n i didn't" you cut him off

"stop, you said it, don't take it back" you looked down

"i'm sorry" he sighed in guilt

"don't be, you can't help the way you feel" you turned around

"y/n?" he asked as your threw your head back ready to scream

"can we tell the others, we didn't split, until i'm ready" he begged

"fine, i hope you find someone who's gonna treat you better than i did.. goodbye roger" you began walking away

you took a silent walk home and then sat on your bed. still shocked about the whole situation, you sat on your bed. that night took you ages to get some rest, frantically and in a panic. you bounced up from the bed at seven am. bad dream again, but not about the normal topic, this time it was roger. you slammed your head down in the pillow and tried to catch some more sleep, you woke up to the heavens, open and shinning sun beams through your curtains. you rolled over too your clock and HOLY SHIT it was twelve pm! you raced downstairs, called brian's number as fast as possible.

"pick up pick up!!" you begged

"brian speaking?" he sounded back

"OH THANK GOD, brian it's your usual y/n" you spluttered

"y/n! i thought you weren't coming in today" he laughed

"funny, but i'm running late, how's roger taking this?" you remember from yesterday

"yeah, he's actually not worried. it's very strange of him" he began

"right sorry mate, got to get ready bye!" you put the phone down and walked back upstairs.

"i'm not going in today" you mumbled into your pillow

the same phrase came out your mouth every morning, until you hadn't been there in three weeks. your door open let a cold autumn breeze through your room. you sat up and went to your bathroom, looking in the mirror you fixed your hair and wiped your face with a wet towel. walking into your room you looked at the date and sighed. you might aswell visit the recording studio today. after getting ready, you took a stroll to the studio, seeing the cars parked outside brought back everything. you paused before letting yourself inside and stepping down the steep steps towards the recording booth. you bumped your head on the way down and walked past the right door rubbing your head. you saw roger in the booth talking to the others through a big speaker. you sighed and saw his smile and how happy he was, without you. it broke you but it also made you smile since you always wanted him to be truly happy. you saw freddie and you met eyes glancing a smile as he stood up and opened the door.