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"I hated myself for never being your golden child but what I didn't realise was you were the first person to hurt me and you still don't realise that."
It was Freddie's birthday and we were all heading to his house to celebrate but I couldn't find anything to wear. My bedroom door opened and Roger walked in. "What the fuck happened here?" He laughed, kicking clothes to the side so he could sit on my bed.
"I have nothing to wear," I said, sitting in the middle of the clothes. "Well, obviously I have clothes but I'm going to be meeting Freddie's parents and I don't want people to think I'm a whore."
"Wow." Roger laughed at my mental breakdown.
"I'm a people pleaser, you should know that by now," I informed him.
"Well, you definitely pleased me." He winked and I threw a shoe at him but he managed to duck out of the way, laughing. "Right, c'mon, let's find you something to wear." We ended up finding a brown suede dress and a pair of flower platform shoes for me to wear. "You look beautiful," Roger said with a sincere smile on his face.
"Shut up." I threw a jumped at him and he quickly stood up and walked over to me.
"No, because you are so beautiful. I was just an idiot." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What?" I questioned but Roger looked at the clock and cursed.
"Shit, we're gonna be late. C'mon."
***
We arrived at the house and so far everything was perfect. Mary had come and brought her dad, who I found out was deaf after a very awkward conversation.
"When I was a little girl, I used to run around the house and hide and he couldn't find me." Mary interpreted her father's sign language. "Clever girl."
"Please tell your father it's nice to meet him," Freddie said to Mary.
"I have," Mary smirked.
"Then thank him for the lovely birthday cake."
"I have." That was what I wanted, a love where you know exactly what a person is going to do/say and still love them even if it's entirely stupid. My eyes couldn't help themselves and drifted over to the blonde at the end of the table. His words from earlier still replaying in my mind.
"Then tell him his daughter is an epic shag." Freddie's words pulled my mind back to the conversation at hand. Unfortunately, it was too late to explain to Freddie what I had learned about Mr Austin earlier today.
"Freddie, he can read lips," Mary informed her boyfriend while her father stared at Freddie with a very mad look on his face. I took a drink to hide the fact that I was laughing.
"Mary, I can't tell you how long I have waited for Farrokh to bring home a nice girl like you." Freddie's mother changed the subject and we all looked at each other in confusion.
"Farrokh?" Mary questioned the same question that was on all of our minds.
"Did Farrokh not tell you he was born in Zanzibar?" Freddie's mother asked.
"No, he didn't." Mary looked at Freddie.
"I used to know a girl who was from Zanzibar," Roger spoke up while Freddie's mother left the table.
"I thought Freddie was born in London?" Brian questioned and I ignored Roger's stupid story.
"Oh, he was. At the age of 18." Freddie's sister, Cash joked.
"Shut up," Freddie told his sister.
"Our family is Indian Parsee." His mother explained, holding what looked like a photo album.
"Mum." Freddie tried to stop her but she went to hand the album to Mary.
"Mary. Have a look at these." Freddie stood up trying to stop her while everyone tried to stop Freddie.
"Please," Mary said with a smile on her face.
"A thousand years ago, the Parsee's fled to India from Persia to escape Muslim persecution." Freddie's father interrupted, instantly killing the moment. Freddie left the table and walked over to the piano.
"Really? That's terrible." Brian gasped. "So why did you leave Zanzibar?"
"We didn't leave. We were chased out with just the clothes on our backs." Mary and Cash were looking at a picture of Freddie in a boxing outfit.
"He was actually quite a good boxer." His mother said with a proud smile on her face. That was a look I never saw from my mother. Thinking about my parents made my eyes well up with tears and I instantly stood up from the table.
I went towards the bathroom and locked the door, sitting on the ground and sobbing. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. "I'm in here," I called back, my voice shaking.
"I know. Let me in." It was Roger. I opened the door and he walked in, closing the door behind him and sitting down beside me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a side hug. "What's wrong?" He asked in a soft voice.
"Just seeing Freddie's mum talk about him like that just reminds me how my mum was never like that with me," I said, wiping the tears from my face.
"Your parents are bastards. You are amazing and you have a talent. If singing is your dream, then you make that dream come true." He moved my head to look at him. He wiped the tears off of my face. "You are perfect." That was the moment I realised I was fucked. I was falling in love with Roger Taylor. "Now, let's go back out there and make sure no one thinks we were shagging." He said with a wink and stood up. He held out his hand helped me stand up.
"Thanks, Rog." I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. The two of us walked back out to the kitchen where the boys were looking very excited. "What's going on?" I questioned.
"John Reid wants a meeting with us," Brian explained and Roger and I shared a confused look. "He's Elton John's manager. He might want to manage us." I let out a squeal of excitement and wrapped the boys in a hug.
"I'm so happy for you guys." They were finally getting what they deserved.
