Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Nine

"Freddie! I brought you a clean pair of clothes. I'll, um, leave them out here for you, okay?"

You jumped and cowered behind Freddie when you heard Brian approach the door. You were terrified of being caught even though the rational part of your brain knew Brian wasn't going to just open the door and walk in. But when he returned to the living room where Roger and John were, you knew Roger was going to catch you in your lie. He'd be furious.

You started to tremble violently, "F-Freddie, Roger is gonna kill me..."

Freddie turned around and looked down at you, placing his hands on your hips, "don't be afraid, darling. Roger will have to get through me first before he comes after you."

You found yourself backing away from Freddie, stepping out of the shower spray and forcing yourself closer to the opposite side of the shower as you shook like a leaf. Freddie's touch only reminded you too well of the fact that Roger should be the one holding you now. Your legs threatened to give out. You were so frightened that this would be the final straw. You didn't know if Roger would be fed up with this enough to break things off with you. You desperately wanted to climb out of the shower, throw your clothes on and race back to the living room as fast as you could, but Brian was probably already there and you'd been accidentally given away. As if that would do you much good anyhow. You were sopping wet. After everything, Roger was just going to see this as another attempt Freddie was making to come on to you. You closed your eyes and trembled with fear.

Freddie's face fell as he watched you, understanding in that moment exactly why you were so upset. Perhaps Roger wouldn't want to hear your explanation. Perhaps this was the end. You'd known from the start that you might get in trouble, but the reality of it hadn't set in until Brian was outside that door. Your mind brought forth memories of Roger crying himself to sleep the night before. He'd surely be even more upset knowing you'd run off with Freddie again. But this time was different. It wasn't like that this time. You only wished you hadn't come to comfort Freddie.

But how heartless could you be to ignore your friend in his time of need in order to save your own ass? That wasn't who you were. Perhaps you should've thought up a better cover story for where you were going, but it hadn't exactly crossed your mind. Your mind was in too much of a flurry from the events that had taken place.

Your muscles relaxed as you shook and you felt a sudden warmth between your legs. You looked down to find that you'd wet yourself out of fear. Your embarrassment grew when you realized that Freddie had seen it too, but he only cooed gently as he brought you back in against himself, "Shh..." he whispered gently, "don't be embarrassed, it's alright, little love. I'll take care of Roger. Don't worry, my dear. Just give me a bit of time. You won't have to lose him. He's just going to have to be willing to listen to what I have to say." Knowing Roger was as stubborn as a mule, that was less than comforting.

You were hiding your face in Freddie's chest as you moaned miserably, "o-okay..." you felt like you kept messing things up. Just as soon as things were going fine between you and Roger, something sent you off in the other direction and it only serve to piss the drummer off. But not this time. Freddie told you he'd help. And that was something you knew you could count on. Freddie genuinely cared about your relationship with Roger.

He wasn't going to let him throw away the one thing he cared about most in the world. Not to mention destroy their own friendship in the process. You felt just as guilty for making Freddie have to do it after what he'd just been through. The poor thing was still recovering and it wasn't fair for him to have to step in. He sensed this was also troubling you and he added, "I don't mind talking to him. It needs to be done, anyhow."

You found yourself nodding at his gentle words and soon you had stopped trembling. Freddie soothed you, swaying back and forth as he hugged you to make you feel secure. It worked.