♕𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬♕ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

✰.𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.✰ 𝐏𝐓1

♕Brian's P.O.V♕

I woke up the next morning with crusty eyes, a heavy head ache and a nasally blocked nose filled with snot.

To put it frankly, I felt like complete and utter shit.

I grunted and rubbed my painful forehead, then glancing over at my roommate who was burrowed in their hand full of blankets on the other side of the small and dreary room.

I hadn't met them yet, but I supposed they had arrived late last night.

When I thought of last night it was something that made me smile when I remembered, holding Rogers hand in the theatre and on the walk home in the showering rain that soaked us to the bone.

It also made me realise why I was probably feeling ill, offering him my jacket under the balcony of some random hotel, but it was worth it, I didn't want roger catching a cold.

I yawned and gazed at my clock which told me it was six o'clock and classes started at eight, yet I had to meet roger at around seven because he had planned on giving me a little tour of campus.

I figured I could just blow my nose, have a shower and I'd be all better in time for the early rising day, which is what I thought until I stumbled my over to the bathroom, that was actually more like a cupboard.

when I dragged my eyes up to look at my reflection and realised I didn't only feel like shit, but I looked like shit, with sallow bags under my eyes and a tangled bedhead.

I heard yawning and groaning from the other side of thin bathroom door which probably indicated that my roommate was awake, and quickly splashed my face with water, yanked a comb through my hair and excited the bathroom.

I was still dressed in my damp clothes from the past evening because I was to tired to change into my pyjamas, which added to the fact that I had a cold.

My roommate was in the corner of the room buttoning up his plain cream shirt, dressed in trousers and had already groomed his hair in the span of mere minutes I was in the bathroom.

He swivelled around to face me and smiled.

❝Hi-I'm David Jones.❞ He grinned, I wasn't really expecting him to hold out his hand, but I shook it anyway.

He probably thought I was some sort of drug addict or hungover by my looks.

❝Brian May.❞ I replied.

David seemed like a nice guy, so at least I didn't have to worry about a shitty roommate on top of my headache, my confusing girlfriend (that I remembered I was seeing tonight) and stressful school.

As seven o'clock soon rolled around after me swallowing down headache pills and making an attempt at my appearance, I still honestly didn't feel much better.

David had left a little earlier, and it wasn't until roger arrived that I actually got a reaction.

❝Oh fuck, you look shit.❞ He gaped, leaning against the door frame dressed in a deep plumb coloured jacket and wearing sparkling pink shoes with an oversized bag draped over his shoulder.

❝I'm fine.❞ I wasn't.

❝From my experience, I'm fine, never means they're fine, you can't go to classes today.❞ Roger said, a censored face washing over him as he took a step closer.

❝I can't miss the first day roger-❞ I was cut off by him gently placing his hand on my arm which made my face all flustered.

The reason I held Rogers hand last night was because, number one, it was the right moment. And number two, I felt bad about breaking away from his touch so soon.

Everything was confusing at this point, did he like me? Do I like him? All this was making my head pound even more.

❝Brian, you can't go today because I can tell you're in pretty shit condition. Headache, sore throat and blocked nose am I right?❞

I never knew roger was so censored for my health, it made me feel sorta happy in a way of his caring.

❝Uh, Yeah.❞ I grumbled.

❝Alright it's settled then, I'll stay here and look after you.❞

❝What? No! You're not skipping school for me.❞ I reacted quickly.

❝I probably would of anyway, it's just one of those days 'ya know?❞ Roger said in casual tone.

❝You're literally paying to be there, this isn't bloody high school.❞ I retorted.

❝Oh come on Brian! We'll just chill out, drink soup and read books until you feel better.❞

Some alone time with roger might be fun considering how much I enjoy his company, but that would be selfish because he'd miss out on so much stuff in our first classes. Then again, Roger said he was completely fine with it, so..

❝Ok, fine.❞ I decided biting my lip.

❝Alright, so you get changed out of those clothes.❞ Said Roger swinging his bag onto my bed.

❝And I'll go back and get some soup, medicine and other things we may need from my dorm.❞ He grinned.

Ok, I had come to the conclusion that I in fact had a crush on Roger Taylor. God what the fuck was I going to do? It would probably be awkward between us now, and not to mention that I had to deal with Chrissie.

❝See ya.❞ I croaked waving a little had goodbye.

A/N: I'm rlly sorry this chapter is uneventful (which is why this is gonna be a pt1 & pt2 thing) I just wanted to post something because there won't be another chapter for week or so as I'm going on vacation for a bit :(

But side note, is David Bowie Brian's new roommate?? :D
Also ty for over 200 reads :)))

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