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

chapter seventy nine;

September 21, 1975

Roger had been in that damn cupboard for two days now. He could be dead in there for all I know.

It was the afternoon, I went to check on him earlier, but he didn't answer. I just assumed he was sleeping, but he quite possibly could be dead.

I went to check on him again, this time I got an answer.

"Roger? You alright in there love?" I asked.

"Yes I'm alright love, I just woke up. I'm eating my breakfast now." He said, I could hear him crunching on something.

"What have you got in there?"

"There's two boxes of cornflakes in here." He said and I giggled.

"That's it. I'm getting Freddie to agree now, you can't live for too much longer in there." I said seriously. I got up and went to find Freddie, he was in the studio working on another piano melody.

"Freddie this has to end." I said, Freddie jumped up and came over to me.

"But his song is so bad! I can't have it on the B-side of a masterpiece," he whined.

"Fred please, he's your best friend. He could suffocate in there for all I know."

"But-" he said before I cut him off.

"No buts, think about it Fred. You'd be helping out your best friend, who's currently going to suffocate in a damn cupboard."

"Fine! He can have his damn song on the album!" He shouted.

I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. "Thank you Fred, you should share the news with him."

Freddie and I walked back into the house where Roger was still in the cupboard. Freddie went and banged on the door of the cupboard, causing Roger to grunt loudly.

"What the fuck?" He asked.

"Get out of there blondie, your damn song cane go on the album." Freddie said.

"Really?" He said with excitement.

"Yes not get out of there, Queen really needs their drummer right now." Freddie said annoyed.

Roger came out of the cupboard. His face with a wide ear-to-ear grin.

"I knew you'd give up," Roger smirked.

"Well you can thank your pretty little girlfriend here for convincing me," Freddie said as he walked out.

Roger wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you."

I smiled and forced my lips to his, I knew he missed the by the way he held me tighter making the kiss more violent.

Brian and John walked in, slamming the door behind them which got our attention.

"What the hell Rog? Why are you so damn childish? Your stupid car song is going to ruin the album." Brian scoffed.

"If you don't like it, you can kiss my arse. It's my masterpiece and it's too late because Freddie already agreed to put it on the album," Roger said.

The two other boys walked out to go complain to Fred even more.

Roger turned back to me and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"How I've missed my beautiful girl," he said as he nuzzled closer to me.

"How I've missed my over dramatic boyfriend," I giggled. He shut me up by bringing his lips to mine once again.

For the rest of the day, it was just Roger and I. That was all I wanted.