Love Of My Life {•Roger Taylor•} BOOK ONE

chapter nine;

May 21, 1974

There day we left to go to America was nearing very quickly. I've came to the studio with Fred for the past week, and I've already stopped arguments, got into arguments, even flirted with the drummer a bit. My favorite out of those three were flirting with Roger. I think I'm getting the hots for the lad.

May 27, 1974

The day has come, the day we leave for America. Last night I got a good nights rest, and even finished packing a bit this morning. I was going to be gone for two months, so I needed to make sure I pack for two months. I also packed a dress here and there in case the band decides to go out to fancy restaurants.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled as I was running the brush through my hair. Brian came in and greeted me. I showed him the bags I was taking and packed them into the car. We were taking two different cars to fit our luggage and passengers in them.

"Here Brian, I can carry this one. I don't want to put much pressure on you." I said, taking the heavier suitcase from him.

"Alright Maddie, were going to be in the far car, it's going to be me, you, and Roger.

My heart soar when he said Roger. Me and him in the backseat talking like we always do. I enjoyed his company a lot. I walked over to the car, stumbling a bit because of the heaviness from the large suitcase.

"Oh Maddie, love, let me help you with that," a familiar voice said as I heard a door slam. It was Roger, coming to my rescue.

"Thank you Roger, but I've got it. I just need to lift it in here."

"No, I'm not taking no as an answer," he said as he grabbed my suitcase and lifted it.

"Thank you Mr. Taylor, I greatly appreciate it." I beamed.

"Not a problem at all Ms. Freeman, certainly a pleasure." He said trying to sound posh. He took my hand and held his other hand against my waist as he helped me in the car. I tried to hide my wide smile when he got in the backseat with me as Brian started the car.

Roger intertwined his fingers in mine, and I laid my head on his shoulder to rest. He didn't mind one bit. We talked for a while until he fell asleep on my shoulder. I have no idea how it ended up like this, but somehow it did. I found it funny.

"You two lovie dovies alright back there?" Brian asked looking in the rear view mirror.

"He's passed out on my shoulder," I said laughing, trying not to wake him.

"Well we are a few minutes away from the airport, so you might want to wake him up."

"Alright."

I shook him lightly, trying not to be too rough. His cute little snores escaping his mouth every now and then.

"Rog, love, we're almost at the airport you need to wake up." He jolted up, he seemed like he were scared of something.

"Oh alright, sorry about that," he apologized.

We arrived at the airport not long after that.