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

chapter twenty eight;

The same day...

Maddie's POV

I rushed downstairs to open the door for the person who was knocking behind it. I open it to see Mr. Roger Taylor. He was wearing the fur coat I got him for his birthday, it looked really good on him.

"Hello Rog, you look good today." I said as I motioned him to come inside.

"I always look good love," he joked. I laughed as I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"What brings you here Mr. Taylor? Not here to cause trouble I hope." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Well Mads," he started, "I wanted to come and ask you something important. I was going to ask you sometime later, but I thought now would be a good time since your birthday is next month."

"And what would that be?" I smiled.

"How would you like to move in with me in my flat?"

My stomach dropped. He actually asked me to move in with him! Oh my goodness I can't believe it. I know I probably sound like a little school girl, but I'm moving in with my boyfriend.

"Yes! I'd love to Rog. When should I start packing my stuff?"

"As soon as possible love, I want to have you moved in to my place by next week." He smiled, kissing my forehead.

"Want to start helping me pack some loose items now? You can sleep here tonight if you'd like to as well." I asked.

"Sure love, I'll even help you pack these next few days if you want, I'll get the guys to help move heavy boxes even."

"Great, I'll leave my furniture for the next people. I'm so happy we're doing this!" He exclaimed, jumping into his arms.

"Me too love, me too."

Two days later...
October 4, 1974

Today the Brian, John, and Freddie came over to move the last of my things to Roger's flat. Me and Rog have been moving faster than ever. I've been so excited thinking about living with him.

A few hours later I was all set. I was officially moved in. When I arrived into his flat, the first thing I did was unpack my clothes. He made a little area for my clothes to go in his dresser and even his closet. I thought that was really sweet of him.

"Thanks for leaving me a spot for my clothes Rog, that's real sweet." I said as he watched me unpack.

"S'not a problem at all babe, I'd do anything for you," he said giving me a sweet smile.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I thought about what I could make him do with me, since he would do anything. I smirked and asked him, "Will you dance with me?"

"Huh? Dance to what? I'm not the dancing kind."

"The vinyl records! Your record player. I have a few vinyls that we can dance to, just please dance with me!" I pleased making puppy dog eyes at him.

"Aw, I can't say no to you. What do you want to dance to love?"

I put in Queen's first record and played Seven Seas of Rhye. We danced to that for a while until we tired ourselves out from having loads of fun. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this a lot.