Somebody To Love | Bohemian Rhapsody ✓

3 | All Together

"Alice, your late!" Roger says as I walk in while he was setting up to play tonight. "What do you mean I'm late? I'm here before the rest." I ask confused sitting on the couch. "You should be here before me." He says messing with his drums. "Whatever." I roll my eyes laying on the couch. "Roger Taylor?" I hear a familiar voice walk into the room. "John!" I jump up off the couch giving him a hug. "Alice, it's nice to see you." He hugs me back and we walk to the stage. "Roger, this is John Deacon." I introduce the two boys. "Hello, it's nice for you to give me a shot." John puts his hand out for Roger, who just looks at it then at me. I glare at him and he shakes John's hand. "Of course. But Alice is the one who got Brian to let you get this job." He says turning around back to his drums.

John excuses himself to use the loo while I walk up to Roger. "Why are you being rude?" I kick his bum. "Why are you acting so nice to him like you know him so well?" He turns around looking down at me. "What? What are you talking about?" I put my hands on my hips. "Oh please Alice. You just met the chap and act like you known him forever like Brian." He mocks my actions. "Oh I get it! You're just jealous." I poke his chest. "What? No I'm not." He crosses his arms. "Bull, you hate how I'm so nice to others and hang on them." Now I copy his actions. "It's unfair Alice! I'm one of your closest friends too and you don't act like it or show me love like you do with Brian. It makes me feel like you don't like me." He lets out a sigh looking me in the eyes hurt.

Great now I feel like a bad friend. "Roger..." I say taking a step closer to him. "I'm sorry you feel that way." I remove his arms holding his hands. "I'll try to make it where you don't feel left out anymore." I bat my eyelashes at him and he wraps his arms around me. "Good girl." He laughs and lets me go as John comes back. "So Deaky, When did you start to play bass?" I ask taking a seat on the couch again. "Deaky?" He smiles at me. "Yeah, I feel like if I use John it's to formal like we aren't friends now." I wink at him and Roger throws a drumstick at me. "What the bloody hell Taylor!"

"Oh, What are you two fighting about now?" Brian walks in with Freddie next to him. "Nothing, he just randomly threw his drumstick at me." I throw it back at him hitting him in the head a little hard. "OUCH!" He touches his head. "I'm so sorry!" I jump off the couch running over to him. "At least you have your fringe to hide the small mark." I remove his hair to look at where I hit him. "I hate you." He says pushing me away from him. "But Roger... I'm sorry." I wrap my arms around his waist as he turned his back to face me. "Not listening to you." He says continuing to set up his drums while I held onto him.

"Alice!" Freddie shouted running towards me. "Yes, Freddie?" I ask letting go of Roger. "Do you know how to sew darling?" He asks me. "Yes, I do. What do you need me to fix?" I ask walking over to my bag. "My shirt got caught on something backstage while I was walking around." He shows me where it was ripped. "It's not that big. I'll fix it right now." I smile at him grabbing my small kit out. "There you go Freddie." I pat his back letting him know I was done. "Alice, Do you have a job?" He turns to face me. "Nope, I need to start to look for one. Why?" I tilt my head slightly. "You're our new assistant. You already like family to Roger and Brian so why not work with us." He smiles clapping his hands walking off.

"Welcome to the band, Alice." Roger says resting his head in my shoulder and I pat his head. "What happens to not listening to me?" I smirk looking back at him. "Oh piss off." He laughs and I jump onto his back. "Want me to fix your little scratch?" I rest my head on his shoulder. "I mean, it's the least you can do because you made it appear." He says and I get off him. "Follow me." I take his hand grabbing my bag to sit at the bar.

I move his hair and get out my small first aid kit. "You got everything in there." He laughs looking at my bag. "Well it's because I'm friends with four boys." I joke cleaning the small cut. "That burns." He whines, "Oh man up." I blow air on it to stop the burning. "Alice..." Roger says and I look at him. "Yes?" I ask making eye contact with him. "I'm sorry." He places his hands on my waist. "Why are you sorry?" I ask putting a small bandaid on his forehead. "For what I did to you when we were younger." He says making me confused more. "Roger, What are you talking about." I ask and he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. "For using you to get to Annabella. I shouldn't have done that to you because I saw how many guys made you feel before I did it. They, Well we... made you feel like we cared about you but in reality we didn't.... Well I actually ended up caring about you once I got to know you and-," I shut him up.