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

chapter thirty six;

After our long shower, we got ready. It was quite cold this morning in London so I decided to wear some black skinny jeans along with a sweater and some boots. We ate breakfast before we went out to find something to do.

"Are you ready to go love?" Roger asked as he put his fur coat on.

"Yeah, just brushing out my hair," I said as I brushed my long, wavy hair.

"Alright love, meet me in the car once you're done," he said as he walked out the door.

As I finished I grabbed my purse, flung it around my shoulder, and headed outside to the car. I saw Roger smoking a cigarette. I've always told him smoking was bad, but he didn't care. He thought it made him look cool, and I wont lie, it did make him look pretty sexy.

I took the cigarette out of his hand, and took a puff of it. I let the smoke fill my lungs with pleasure and Roger gave me a confused look.

"Alright Ms. Rebel, let's go find something to do." He laughed. I nodded as he opened my door to help me in as usual. Quite a gentleman.

We arrived at a local park I'd been to before. There was a quiet and still lake in the middle of it. Roger took my hand as he helped me out of the car. We walked hand and hand on the sidewalk in the park before sitting down to rest on a bench.

"It's almost your birthday soon, my love." Roger informed.

"Yes, twenty four years of life. I'll feel quite old in two days," I joked.

"God knows how old you'd feel when you turn twenty five," he teased back.

He gave me a kiss on my forehead and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt so warm in his arms. We could hear paparazzi in the distance, but we didn't care. We were enjoying each other's company.

As Roger pulled away from our hug, I shivered.

"Oh love here, take this," he said as he wrapped his fur coat around me.

"T-Thank you," I said through my chattering teeth.

We hopped up off the bench and intertwined fingers once more. We walked a bit further before we got surrounded by paparazzi. Great.

Roger ignored it as he held me against his chest, hiding me from the flashing of the cameras. We hurried back into the car and headed off, some people still following us.

"Thanks Rog, I hate those pesky reporters." I said as I handed him his fur coat back.

"Not a problem at all love, and you keep that on you. It looks real good on you," he said as he turned up the radio.

"Are you guys planning on recording a new album soon?" I asked.

"Hopefully next fall, Freddie's looking into a farm studio that'll get us away from distractions."