Everything Else; Maylor

Everything Else.

ROGER'S POV:

You know the witty, blonde, horn-dog in the friend group? Well, thats me. Almost everybody knows who I am in Kensington; big statement, I know. It's true though, and it makes absolute sense. I'm loud and cheerful but a bit of a smart alack, I have that perfect balance. I sound like a typical blonde, trust me I'm not. I'm gay as fuck.

I let the smoke from my cigarette soak through my lungs, enjoying every moment. I love going for morning walks in my local town. I know every store in the main street. Seriously, I do. I could name all 473829 of them. However, one shop catches my eye. I haven't seen this store before. 'Groovy Records', it read. I love music, you could say I'm a bitchin' drummer. 

I stepped inside, feeling the warm air, no longer shuddering. I love winter but, sometimes it gets a bit too cold for me. I went to walk over to the 'A' section when a tall, lanky figure bumps into me, making me stumble backwards. 

"Watch it." I grunted.

"Sorry, I'm Brian, I work here." I glanced up- up all-fucking-right. I did a weak smile, realising he was an employee.

"Roger Taylor. Sorry, I'm a bit tired, and with this weather..." I weakly chuckled, trying to find an excuse for my rudeness. 

"Don't worry about it! Can I help you with anything today?" He was so polite and....handsome.

"Yeah actually. Do you have any John Lennon?" I knew he had John Lennon, everywhere did. I just wanted an excuse to talk to Brian.

"Of course we do. I didn't strike you as the John Lennon type." He smiled, leading me to the 'L' section.

"Well I usually like to bang my head to Zeppelin, but I've been switching it up lately." I glanced at his hands, yes I like hands. I don't know why, maybe its because it reveals how big their co-

"I love Zeppelin. You're insane if you're not, right."

"Right." I laughed.

"Hey do you play an instrument?" That was kind of a random question, how did he know?

"Y-yeah! Drums." I imitated myself playing, pretending to hit some cymbals and the snare. He laughed at me.

"Cool. I'm a guitarist. I'd like someone to jam with, thats if you want to..." God, that is hot.

"Pen and paper?" A huge grin plastered across his face and he ran off to the counter. I wrote my number down and he couldn't stop staring. It was pretty cute. "Call me." 

I casually strolled out of the shop, completely forgetting to look at records. That was the reason why I went there!

I was really excited to get to know Brian. He seemed fun and he was rather handsome.

BRIAN'S POV: 

"Tim, could you close up today? I- I gotta leave early." I shouted out back. Tim walked out confused, a stack of fresh, new records in his hands. He shook his head, trying to get his dark, ash, blonde hair out of his face.

"Why?" He asked.

"Family emergency." I frowned, trying to be believable. He nodded with a small smile.

"I hope everything's okay, Bri." I nodded, waving my hand, leaving the store.

Now, people don't get love. Well, some may not understand my way of expressing it. Love is making sure they're okay, no matter the circumstances. You know who 'they' are. Nothing beats love and there is no extent of it, whether it's following them wherever they go, knowing exactly where they all at all times, removing people that try to end your commitment. Your commitment of love. Nothing breaks love.

Roger; intriguing, cute, kind. I know who you are, I know exactly who you are. I just want to find out everything else. Thats why I'm exactly ten metres behind you right now. I'm not following you, just making sure you get home safely and noting down where you live. You're worth protecting and fighting for. I'm excited to learn more about you, Taylor. 

"Brian!" A voice yells from behind, sending me into panic, hoping Roger didn't hear. I quickly spun around to see Tim waving my hat around. "Your hat- you left it."

"Oh, thanks!" I ran towards him and grabbed it from him. I glanced to the back of me, Roger was gone- thank God. "I gotta run!" He smiled and waved as I ran around the corner, spotting Roger. He lived right in the middle of the city!? He bounced up his stairs fiddling with his keys. His complex looked lovely. Same style as every other place in London, but still- nice. I saw someone open the door for him- a man. Brunette, same height, very defined cheekbones, tan and fashionable looking. He laughed at Roger because he tripped over the doorway then shut the door behind him. Was he dating someone? Who was this guy?

Who are you, Taylor?