the drummer boy ❦ Roger Taylor

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Roger pulled up exactly half an hour later, and when he did, I felt incredibly relieved. He jogged over to me when he got out of his car, pulling my shivering body into a tight hug.

"It's ok, I'm here." He comforted, rubbing my back whilst I cried in his arms. I felt overwhelmed; not only was I becoming colder by the minute, but I was regretting telling my mum the truth. I had ruined any relationship that I had with her for good. "Your nose..."

"I really fucked up, Roger." I hiccuped, huddling close to him. He kept rubbing my back, then held me by the shoulders to look at him.

"We'll go back to my flat and talk there. Let's get you warm." He said kindly, guiding me to his car and helping me get in. Once he checked I was safely plugged in, he drove away.

We didn't talk the entire time, I just cried. So much that my head pounded when we finally arrived at his flat. This wasn't what I expected to be the first time I'd visit his home. We didn't talk when he got me a pair of jogging bottoms and a t shirt to change into. We didn't talk when he covered me with a thick blanket and made me a cuppa, and an ice pack for my almost certainly broken nose. I broke the silence when we were both sat on the sofa, warm and calmer.

"I told my mum about my dad cheating on her," I sighed, "and she went mental. Chucked me out, threw me to the floor and slammed the door in my face. I deserve it." I put my head in my hands, ashamed. He lightly rubbed my back, letting me cry. "Why didn't I tell her sooner?"

"You didn't want to hurt her?" He suggested.

"Of course I didn't, but none of this would've happened if I was just honest when I found him and my aunt; or him and my cousins best friend." Roger looked startled, but allowed me to continue. "He told me that I'd be ruining the family if I told her, though. I was fourteen for Christ sake! How could he make me feel like that?!" I was now stood up in anger, pacing his living room. He watched on.

"Your dad seems like a dick. He's in the wrong, Julia, not you." Said Roger. He was right, but it was difficult to understand that when I was being made to feel like the bad guy. I plopped down next to him in defeat, ice pack held tightly against my nose. Roger sighed, shuffling towards me and putting his hand on my knee. I looked down at it, then back up at him.

"You're a good person, Rog." I said weakly. He shrugged playfully.

"I do try." He winked. "It's late. You're tired and cold, try and get some sleep. You can stay in my bed." Roger offered, and I immediately knew I wanted him to stay with me.

"You'll stay with me?" I asked, trying not go sound like a beg. He nodded, standing up and offering me his hand. I took it, and he guided me to his bedroom.

It wasn't what I expected. It was big and clean, with minimal furniture and a large poster of The Who on his wall. He made his bed as I scanned his room. Once he had done, he stood there awkwardly and waited for me to get in. I hadn't seen Roger like this. From what I gathered, he was a pretty confident person, but standing here in front of me was a seemingly shy and nervous man. I loved seeing the different side of him.

I got into his bed, waiting for him to follow suit.

"Do you mind if I took this off?" He asked, motioning to his t shirt. I nodded, snuggling into his soft pillows. I couldn't help but stare as he removed it, revealing his toned chest and big arms. He hesitantly got in beside me, and we sat facing each other in silence. Roger reached out and tucked some of my hair behind my ear, all whilst looking at me. I practically quivered at the contact. He did things to me that I had never felt before. Not with anybody. "You're so beautiful, Julia." He breathed.

"Even with a broken nose?" I joked.

"Even with a broken nose." Roger confirmed. I moved closer to him, his arms wrapping around me. I instantly cuddled up to him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Rog." I replied.

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I woke up to an empty bed. Unsure of where I was for a second, I panicked slightly, before realising I was in Rogers bed.

Holy shit.

I was in Rogers bed.

But where was Roger?

My thoughts were answered when Roger appeared in the doorway, two cups of teas in his hands. My cheeks warmed, seeing his morning hair and topless body.

"Morning." He grinned, his morning voice raspy and deep. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, taking the tea gratefully when he passed it to me.

"Thank you."

"What sort of host would I be if a cup of tea wasn't included in the package, eh?" Roger smirked. He sat on the end of the bed. "How're you feeling? The bruisings coming out on your nose." He pointed out.

"A lot better, thanks. It hurts like a bitch, but other than that, great." I said, not really meaning it. I was incredibly worried about what I was going to do, and where I was going to stay. I had now missed two days of college, and I didn't have a home.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Roger asked me.

"Breakfast too? I definitely rate this B&B a 5 star." I winked. He laughed, looking down to his hands. "I'll make it. You've done enough." I said, sipping my tea and getting out of bed.

"I won't say no to that." Roger exclaimed, clapping his hands and leading me to the kitchen.

I could get used to this.

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I want to be a little bit active with you readers, so I'm gonna ask questions at the end of chapters to answer!

Who's your favourite member of Queen?

Mine is Freddie I'd say, but I fancy Roger most haha