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

chapter eighteen;

Me and Roger went up to our room and had our luggage delivered there. Their next show wasn't until tomorrow night so today we had a free day. Roger and I were sharing a hotel room, so I had to be cautious because we only just started dating.

I was standing on the balcony and felt a familiar hand wrap around me. I turned to see the blonde drummer smiling at me.

"You look stunning this morning," he said as he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Are you talking to me or the ghost that's behind you?" I joked.

"You silly, how about we go do something. Just me and you," he asked.

"I'd like that."

Roger and I got dressed and ready for the day. We ate lunch at a restaurant that was right down the street from the hotel. There were a few fans that recognized Roger, but it wasn't enough to annoy us. Once we finished we went to a nice little park we found, it was quite empty.

"It's nice here, I enjoy the peace." I say trying to start a conversation.

"It is inn'it, a beautiful sight, with a beautiful girl." He said as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders while walking. I blushed madly, he was already bringing the compliments out.

"How are you liking the tour so far? You guys are doing amazing at your performances," I asked.

"S'alright I guess, I just hate flying from place to place within days y'know."

"Yeah, this is my first time coming to America, I like sight seeing."

"Now we can sight see together." He said smirking.

He gave me a light kiss on the lips and continued walking. I'm really glad I trusted Fred on this.

Later that night...

We decided to go to the hotel bar, where they had many fancy drinks of all different sorts. I could already tell Freddie was planning on getting completely shitfaced, but little did I know, Roger did too.

"All drinks are on me. What would you like my darlings?" Freddie asked.

"I'll take a wine please," I said as John and Roger were getting three beers. Each. Brian also got a wine, while Freddie got a vodka.

About three hours later it happened. They ordered more drinks and Roger, John, and Freddie were all drunk.

Freddie was talking to Roger and I when he bursted out, "Oh darling, why don't you two have kids already? I want to be uncle Freddie!"

"Um Fred, we only just started dating," I said awkwardly.

"Maybe he's right babe, we would make some good looking kids." Roger smirked as he started to plant kisses down my neck.

I thought to myself what I did to deserve for them to get drunk as hell. John was dancing in his chair across the table, and suddenly gave out. He just passed out and fell on the floor right there. Can this night get any crazier?

I shouldn't have asked that.