Growing Old With You (Part of Those Three Little Words threequel)

Part 21

19th April 2001
Brian's POV
"Ah, fuck. Oh, no! No... my face!" I heard Roger in the bathroom and poked my head in to see him pressing his hand to his chin and trying to lean against the counter casually. "What's going on?" I asked and he looked in the mirror then back at me, "nothing. Nothing at all. Carry on" he smiled nervously and I pulled his hand away from his face.

It was the tiniest nick ever.

"Oh Rog, what's all the fuss about?" I wiped the tiny speck of blood off his chin and he frowned, "I've got to look nice tonight. We're not just representing us, we're representing Fred and John too and we have to look our best" I saw his eyes starting to brim with tears and pulled him into my chest.

"I know... nobody will notice, though, it'll be fine" I rubbed his head and he sighed, "I don't want to do this" he mumbled then looked up at me, "Rog, it'll be five minutes and then it's over. After that, you can go hide in the toilets or whatever, I don't mind, but you can do this" I held his face and gently leaned down, kissing his forehead.

"But what if I cry up there?" He squeaked and I shook my head, "you won't. You'll do great, love. Now stop worrying and get dressed, yeah? We have to leave soon" I used my shirt to wipe his eyes then took it off and changed it for my proper shirt. Roger followed suit and started getting changed with me, seeming to go as slowly as he could.

Once I was dressed, I helped him to get his jacket on and brushed some of the threads off the back, "do you like it?" He asked and I looked at him in the mirror and nodded, "You look very nice, love. Did we bring the lint roller?" I asked and he dipped into his bag, handing it to me over his shoulder.

I took the top sheet off it then rubbed it over his back and he grumbled when I turned him around, "I can do it myself, Bri, you know that" he looked at me as I put his arms up and lint rolled them. "I know... I like doing it for you, though" I finished up on his chest then leaned down and kissed his forehead, "makes me feel important, y'know?"

"I know... come on, let me do you" he took the lint roller as I raised my eyebrows and his cheeks went red, "not like that! Dirty git!" He laughed and playfully smacked my chest before he started lint rolling me down. "I didn't say anything!" I laughed and got a tap on my ass as a warning whilst he rolled my back, "oi, save your voice for later"

He came around in front of me and put the lint roller back then stood in front of me and looked in the mirror, "you look good, honey" he grinned and I leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you love" I blushed and he frowned at me, "not you, Brian, I was talking to myself"

Both of us burst into laughter and my heart was singing at the beautiful sight of him with a genuine smile on his face. "That's the Roger I know" I flattened down his hair and he looked up at me with a blush on his cheeks from laughing, "you ready?" I asked and he nodded, "might as well get it out the way"

We checked that all of our stuff was ready for when we got back then headed out, Roger going first, with the security guys meeting us in the lobby of the hotel. They got us in one car and we sat with a chair between us because it was certain that when we got there, there would be cameras coming up to the windows and snapping us.

I looked over at Roger and noticed he was wringing his hands so I gave him my spare handkerchief, "don't rub your hands raw" I put it in his lap and he started playing with the fabric, quietly soothing his nerves. The ride was quite tense even though the driver had the radio on but as soon as we got near the building, everyone was going mad and doing everything but climbing on the car to get pictures of us.

"Lots of girls tonight, eh?" Roger joked and I looked at all the women waiting to get into the venue, "yeah, you might pull one of them, y'know" I said casually and it earned me a slap on the arm. "You bleedin' know I'll pull all of them! Not just one" he huffed dramatically and crossed his arms, looking like an angry toddler.