Catchin' feelings - Roger Taylor

Chapter 7

Look at these fashion icons!!!!

I recommend listening to 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd while reading this chapter! Also I listened to 'White Queen (As It Began) ' of Queen (obviously) while writing so I guess that's good too! 

*10 days later*

I sat at my cold floor in a big shirt and watched the tv. My whole apartment was a mess, full of bottles and cigarettes. I hadn't showered since I got home so I smelled bad. Mary were often here too look after me, seeing that I was okay. Roger hadn't called, not a single time. I didn't blame him but come on, he had been cheating too. 

I immediately got on my knees when the reporter on the screen said “The famous band Queen canceled their tour, only three stops left. The cause haven't been official yet, but there is some speculations.” I couldn't think clear but I understood one thing, Roger and the others were coming home earlier than expected. I had missed to wake up to the sight of a blonde, messy hair. To hear his heartbeat, to laugh together. I had missed his smell and his bad jokes. 

Mary stormed in I'm my apartment. “Just do it. Now.” she said and I gave her a loud sigh as an answer, but still went in to do as she wanted, shower. It was funny how Mary always could make me change my opinion on stuff. Frightened I saw myself in the mirror. My long hair was greasy and my green eyes were puffy and hurt from all the crying. I turned the heated water on, it felt good to let the almost boiling water touch my skin, refreshing. I washed my hair and body gently, taking in the smell of the perfume. I reached for the towel and tied it around my body like some kind of dress. 

When I walked out in the apartment I saw, to my dismay, Roger sitting at the kitchen table, with Mary besides. He stood up instantly and embraced me and my wet body. “You smell good.” I said, because he did. “It's soap.” he said, and I forced a smile between the tears. “We need to talk.”  I nodded to Mary to go and she locked the door and left. “I know”. 

“Do not interrupt.” I started and Roger closed his mouth that was already opened. “I know there's not an excuse but I was drunk and sad. And I guess I was mad too. I wanted to do the same to you as you did to me, wanted you to feel the way I did. Just for once.” He had a concerned look on his face and said quietly and polite “I didn't cheat on you. I don't know who that may have told you that but I didn't cheat on you.” the panic kicked in, my legs started to shiver and I fell onto my knees. “Brian did.” I managed to whisper. He had fooled me, tricking me to believe in his words. That explained why he started to be so nice to me, he had a plan. But why? Why would he do such a thing like that? We needed to find out.

Ten minutes later we sat in the car. Roger drove since I didn’t know were Brian lived and I sat and looked out the window , with the streets passing by. Roger had one of his hand on my leg and I enjoyed feeling of his touch. His hand was cold but still, it warmed me. 

Roger pushed the doorbell and when the door opened he just stormed in with me following behind, not even bothering giving Brian a gaze. “What the actual fuck Brian? Why did you say that? And what the fuck is this?” He held up a paper, a photo. I took the photo from Roger’s hands and saw to my despair a photo of Freddie, John, Brian, Roger and me. The photo was taken the day before the tour. It was only one thing that was wrong, and it was terrifying. Brian had cut out my face from the photo, like he didn’t want me to exist. “And don’t fucking tell me that you can explain because you fucking can’t” I stood quietly and watch them fought with the photo in my hands. Brian’s hair flied over the whole place while he was arguing and yelling but I only heard one sentence. One sentence that explained so much, but still was so confusing. “Because I like you Roger. I’m in love with you.” Tears fell from Brian’s eyes as he said it and he, that usually always looked so tall now looked like a little boy, scared of what his parent was going to say. “Uh.. I don’t know what to say.” Roger took my hand and together we left Brian standing there alone with his head in his hands. When we came outside a cold breeze of rain faced us. Before I even said a word I was tangled in a kiss. Roger cupped my face with his hands and we stood there in the rain, kissing. I explored his mouth with my tongue and he pushed me closer to him.  I looked up to see him smiling, that smile that made my knees weak, that smile that made butterflies run through my stomach. It was romantic, passionate. There was no lust for sex in his eyes, just pure love and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear. Brian could do anything he’d like to stop us, but it would always be me and Roger. No one could tell us otherwise. His raspy voice whispered in my face and I could really feel his warm breath and his hand touching my cheek “Let’s go somewhere there nobody knows our names.” 

Author's Note
Okay just wanna say the story isn't over, there is more hahaha
Also excuse the spelling and all that
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