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by bettycoooper

one week later

The week following Roger and I's beach date went incredibly quickly. I had barely seen him too; the boys were busy writing music. They were only going to perform for one night, but there was so much hard work that had to go into the performance. It could change their lives.

I sat in Rogers bed, legs crossed. I watched as he flurried around his room, packing for the few nights they'd be away for. They were aiming to leave at 12, giving them enough time to get up to London and have a rehearsal that evening in the venue, before the gig itself tomorrow.

Mary and I longed to go, to support them, but it wasn't possible. We both had work. I'd tried my hardest to get the time off, but they refused. Part of me wanted to quit the job there and then, to be there for my boyfriend, but Roger instructed me not to. He didn't want me to lose my job.

"There'll be other gigs, babe." He said, an attempt to make me feel better about missing Queen's first actual gig.

I continued watching on as he was visibly stressing over which animal print shirt to wear. He held up a zebra and cheetah print over shirt and huffed when he couldn't decide which one to choose. I sighed, standing up and taking the cheetah one from him, tossing it back into his messy wardrobe.

"Zebra." I said. He held it close to his torso, looking at his reflection in his floor length mirror. I went on my toes, and peeked into the mirror from over his shoulder, my arms wrapped around him. He smiled, leaning his head on mine. "You excited?"

"Yeah, that and nervous as fuck." He laughed sheepishly. I turned his head to face my own,

"Understandably. You're all gonna smash it, Rog." I smiled. He kissed my cheek, poking my nose.

Roger carried on packing his case, cigarette hanging from his mouth and humming to himself. I didn't recognise the song.

"Think i'm done." He spoke, zipping up the case. My eyes darted to the clock, seeing it was half eleven. I knew Rog was leaving in less than half an hour. The boys were in the front room waiting for him to be ready. I stood up to help bring his bags into the room. Before I could, he grabbed my arm.

"What?" I asked. He sighed, cupping my cheek with his large hands. I held it, rubbing his thumb.

"I love you."

I would never get over that.

We shared a very passionate kiss, as if we wouldn't see one another for months, like he was going off to war, when in reality i'd see him a few days later.

"Will you call me when you get there?" I asked.

"Of course I will." I nodded, looking away.

"You ready, mate?" Brian called from the other room.

"Yeah, coming now." Roger replied, eyes still connected to mine. I held his hand tightly, and we exited the room.

Freddie and Mary were in a whispered conversation, saying their goodbyes as Roger and I had. Bri and John were stood by the door, eager and ready to get going.

"How're you getting home, Julia?" Brian asked.

"Oh, i'm going straight to work, only a five minute walk from here." I smiled, giving him a hug, "Good luck, lads. I'll miss you all."

"Jules, we'll only be away a few days." John joked as I hugged him. I flicked his arm, to which he ruffled my hair.

"Ready, Freddie?" Roger said, snapping Mary and him from their conversation.

"I am. Can we drop Mary to hers on the way?" He asked, hugging me tightly. They all nodded and hummed a yes in response.

The six of us lugged the bags to the car, and they all bundled in with excitable chatter, leaving Roger and I outside of the car.

"Bye." I smiled.

"Bye." He replied.

"Jules, were going out tomorrow! I'll pick you up at five and we'll get ready at mine!" Mary called from the backseat. I nodded, putting my thumbs up. Roger got into the passenger seat, letting go of my hand hesitantly.

I watched as they drove away, leaving me stood in front of Rogers block of flats, not knowing what to do with myself. I lit a cig and took a deep inhale, almost causing me to choke it was so big. The walk to work was actually more like twenty minutes, but I needed some time to myself. I'd take the longest way possible to get some air. I didn't have to be in until one, and it was barely twelve yet. There was something refreshing about walking. Especially alone. It gave me some time to think and go over the thoughts in my head.

I know that they would only be away for a few days, but a part of me deep down knew that this was only the beginning. Queen are an incredible band, someone will snap them up and they'll be gone for much longer than a few days at a time. I should be happy, which I am. I think.

loosing some inspiration and i'm struggling to update at the moment. please be patient, updates will become more often, just having slight writers block.