Looking For You

"So you must be the foxy lady?"

The sun shone through the small crack in the curtains and illuminated the room, making Roger's curls look as though they were glittering idly. He groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before sitting up and glancing at the calendar that hung beside his bedside table. 25 September.

He sighed, stood up, made his bed, and walked into the bathroom. He flicked the light switch, surprised by the brightness of the light reflecting in the mirror. First, a shave. He thought, going in the cabinet and taking a razor and a bottle of shaving foam, placing them on the counter before running water.

He finished shaving and put everything back where it rightfully belonged. Next, my hair. He thought to himself again, going over to the window ledge and picking up his bottle of dippity-do and putting it in his hair to straighten it out. He began humming as he finished the remainder of his hair.
As he did before, he placed the bottle back where it had been and went to get dressed.

Knock knock knock

"Roger!"

It was Keith.

"What do you want?" Roger asked, slightly annoyed at the fact that Keith was outside his window at five in the morning.

"We've been waiting for an hour out here, and I'm freezing my balls off! Do you wanna hurry up?!" Keith complained, shivering and moving around from foot to foot to keep warm.

"Alright, Alright! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Roger shouted, closing the window and grabbing his jacket that sat on the back of a wooden chair.

He rushed down the stairs and quickly grabbed his keys off the hall table before running out of the front door and locking it.

"Finally!" Keith's voice was heard again.

"It's not my fault someone broke the heating was it?!" Roger answered back, turning around and jumping in the van.

"That was an accident!" Keith retorted wittily.

"You hitting the the heating with a hammer was an accident?!" Roger shrieked, turning and putting his seatbelt on.

"Well, not entirely an accident, but on the whole it was."

"You make no sense, do you know that Moonie." John spoke. He was normally the quiet one, but he thought it would be best to stop an argument from brewing by trying to change the subject.

"Why thank you, Johnny boy." Keith laughed, leaning forward and ruffling John's hair.

"Ok Keith, settle down." Roger spoke again, turning and looking out of the window, his head propped up on his hand.

"Are we nearly there? I need to get warm, thanks to someone taking over an hour to get ready!" Keith whined, smacking Roger over the head with his magazine.

"Like I said, it's not my fault that you decided to go at the heater with a bloody hammer!" Roger spoke back twice as loud.

"Ok you two, keep it down." Pete spoke sternly, turning back towards the road ahead.

Roger and Keith piped down and kept quiet for the rest of the journey, until they finally reached their destination.

They went backstage and got all their gear sorted and put exactly where they needed it to be. Keith, John and Pete wandered off to get a drink, and to probably talk with the other musicians there. Roger however, had his eyes glued on a woman. She was beautiful. She had beautiful big brown eyes, a bright smile and long loose flowing hair. She looked up and caught Roger's eye and sent a small smile his way, which he happily returned.

A few moments later, she was walking his way and he could feel himself getting tense and worried, numerous thoughts running wild in his mind. I hope I look good enough, I hope my hair isn't too curly, I hope I don't do or say anything stupid, I hope she likes me. He got pulled out of his thoughts when he heard her say hello.

"Hi! I'm Heather." She smiled warmly, holding her hand out kindly for him to shake.

"So you must be the foxy lady that Hendrix sings about then eh?" He smiled, shaking her hand. "I'm Roger." She chuckled and smiled widely.

"Yeah, that's me." She smiled, looking down before looking back up into his sapphire blue eyes. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, can I get you a drink?" He asked, hoping she'd say yes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't." She politely replied. She really wanted to stay and chat more with Roger, she felt safe being around him but she had to go home, she did have a photo shoot tomorrow after all.

"Oh, ok." He replied, feeling slightly disappointed.

"But." She trailed off, grabbing a napkin and a pen, "Here's my number, give me a call and we can arrange it for another time." She smiled while writing her name and number on the napkin before handing it him.

"I'll call you." He smiled, putting the napkin in his pocket, making sure he wouldn't lose it.

"Make sure you do, it'd be a shame if I didn't see you again." She smiled and left a kiss on his cheek.

Before she left he whispered, "Wow, I can see why he calls you the foxy lady."

Heather giggled and Roger felt his heart fly. He had never felt this way before but, needless to say, he knew he was in love with her and he would do whatever it took to make her his.

"Bye Roger." She smiled, before walking over to her friends and leaving, but not before glancing back one last time to send him a wide smile.

And there he stood, feeling content and happy, thinking to himself, I hope I get to see her again soon.

She had left him breathless.

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A/N - Hello! And welcome to my new book! I know this isn't a long chapter but the rest will be a lot longer, I have had such a fun time writing this chapter as I love Roger and Heather very much, and felt as though they deserved a fan fiction of their own. Also, here's a little random fact for you - the song 'Foxy Lady' by Jimi Hendrix IS actually about  Roger's wife Heather, but Heather chose Roger over Jimi - Roger and Heather do make such a cute and wonderful couple!
Please vote (if you would like!) and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know what you thought. See you soon for another chapter, and I hope you are all doing well.

Until next time,
Alice 💙