Catchin' feelings - Roger Taylor

Chapter 14

Listen to 'Modern love' by David Bowie while reading this!!

“Have you written your vows?” Veronica asked while applying my blush. “Kind of.” “Don't forget the eyeliner!” Ava screamed and handed Veronica the liner. Me and Veronica wasn't that close, but she still was one of the bridesmaids. Ava, Mary and Veronica. “Is Brian invited by the way?” said Ava. “We thought that it'd be weird if he wasn't, so yes.” “And we're done!” Veronica clapped her hands and and looked proud of her work. I took the mirror and stared at my face. She really was good at makeup. “Wow, thanks! You're an artist!” “To bad everything is going to wash away from your tears!” Mary laughed.

Mary was right. The moment I walked in the church I started to cry. I tried to walk to the music in my heels but as expected it didn't go so well, I wasn't used to high heels. People in the church laughed a bit when I stumbled and I blushed. Dad let go of my arm and smiled at me. Roger took my hands in his and I looked in his eyes that also were full of tears. “Who picked such a slow music?” I tried to whisper. “You did.” he said and beamed. The priest talked for awhile but I didn't listen, I just stared at Roger, the man I loved and my future husband. After a moment  I understood that it was my turn to read my vows so I nervously started talking. “The moment we met at the first time, wasn't actually the first moment I saw you. I had seen you in the newspapers, on television and heard you on the radio.” Roger looked confused and I continued. “When I was at that concert that evening in July, I didn't know I was about to meet the love of my life. But I did. Most people said you were a player but to me you were nice. Everytime we met I got butterflies in my stomach. With you I was able to be myself.” Tears fell down my cheek. “But the night I really knew, really knew was at our fifth, or maybe sixth date. I took you out on a date night in my style, we ate hamburger and went to the cinema. I've never laughed anymore than on that date. The movie we saw was scary and I could notice you got scared as hell.” The priest gave me a judging look but I continued. “You're not only but super hot, but also extremely smart, funny and caring. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you. I truly do.” I said and finished my speech. Roger let go of my hands and took something out of his pocket. A paper? “I'm not as good as Louise at this, so instead I'm going to read a thing I wrote.” What was this? “Written July 1975.” he said. Is this something from his diary or what? “Yesterday I met a girl but she wasn't like the others. She interested me, and she still do. She make me feel complete, and I've only met her once! Her eyes are deeper than the deepest, and I've never seen any more perfect face then hers. I hope she hasn't read about me in the media, I don't want her to think I'm a player.” My heart melted. Roger continued. “I've met Louise five times now. I don't want to leave her for the tour, I think I'll ask her to come with me but I'm nervous. What if she says no? When I'm with her I never want to leave. I don't want to be away from her a second.” both of us cried and some people at the church took up tissues. “I still feel the same. I want to spend the rest of my life together with you.” I cried and pressed my mouth against his, I didn't care if it was too early, I wanted to and then I did it. The priest gave us a judging look again.

People threw flowers and rice over us when we walked out. Some paparazzis stod and took pictures but I didn't mind. I felt like the happiest person alive. Roger opened the door for me and I stepped in the taxi that started driving. “Hi husband.” I said between our kisses. “Hi wife.” Roger said. “Ahh this dress is so tight!” I sighed. “Then maybe I'll have to tear it of.” he smirked and so did I. “I'm afraid you have too.” “Can't wait.”

The whole evening we danced and laughed but the only thing I had in mind was the night I was going to spend with my now husband. 'Modern Love' was played and I danced in circles. Brian stood in a corner and drank a drink and I noticed Roger staring. “Hey, don't mind him. Look at me instead!” I said and turned Roger to face me instead. “Of course.” he took my hands “Come on, why don't we leave?” I whispered in his ear. “We can't leave at our own wedding party.” I gave him the sadest eyes I could. “Okay then, okay.” We ran out hand in hand, giggling but we were interrupted by Brian and Chrissie. “Here, before you leave.” Brian handed us a package. We opened. Inside the wrapping laid a box. I opened the box to see, on a bed of pink velvet, a knife. “What the heck Brian?” said Roger. I couldn't think clear. Brian chuckled but Chrissie talked “It's a knife, from our trip to Zanzibar!” “Okay then, thank you very much.” Roger said and then we left.

November, 1980

I had just finished my work opened the door to our apartment. “Hi mom!” Lucy screamed from the other room. “Hi darling!” I went to check on Lucy and Roger. They were in the living room, and Roger teached Lucy the drums that she so happily tried to learn. Giving them both a hug, I looked at Roger. “Should we tell her?” “Sure.” he said and sat on the couch. “Here Lucy, take a seat. Me and mummy have something to tell you.” She ran through us. “You're getting a sibling.” “Are you serious?” she smiled. “Yes. Mummy is pregnant.” “Ohhhh.” her little arms hugged me and I hugged back. “Can we name him Winnie? Like Winnie the Pooh?” “We can consider it.” Roger beamed. The phone rang. “I can take it.” I said and stood up.

At first all you could hear was a cough. “Who is it?” “Oh Louise it's me.” strange enough, the voice sounded familiar. “Who?” “It's me. Mum.”

Author's note
thingies are starting to get spicy
idk what to write so I'll leave it there
xoxo