the way you make me feel *Roger Taylor*

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"Come here beautiful," I whispered heavily as I pinned her up against the wall.

She looked up at me and smirked, rising on her tippy toes to start the make out. I grabbed her waist a pulled her closer to me which is when things got steamy.

We honestly sat there for a good few minutes just making out and letting each other explore our mouths. It was honestly the best feeling letting each other swirl around and just be there with each other.

All of a sudden, there was a flash. It scared the daylights out of me if I'm being honest. I looked back and saw Bri holding a camera and the other boys snickering.

"You're really trying to get in a fight this early in the day?" I said I as got closer to him.

"N-no we just thought you should have a little memory."

As I sat and watched the picture print off, he smiled and cooled it off a bit as the picture started to show. He handed it to me with a toothy grin as the others start cackling.

I looked over at Abby with a perplexed expression on my face as to what had just happened and she blushed and started to chuckle a bit.

"Whatever, let's just get this shit over with." I rolled my eyes.

I was the first to leave the room as I could hear the other snickering. I went and sat at my drum set and honestly felt dazed.

One by one the boys came in with Abby following. I looked down and smiled at the picture Brian had printed out and thought it was a bit funny, but they couldn't know that. I'm not at all soft, I don't give to shits about anything these days.

"Roger, help me turn on your drum mic," I heard Abby say from behind me.

"Of course anything for you." FUCK.

"Someone's soft," Johnny boy snickered.

"We shag once and all of a sudden we're a married couple to you buggers!" I snapped.

The room got quiet, but I just turned my mic on myself and had Abby go get other things situated. Once she gave us the thumbs up, I started playing.

We were recreating Doing Alright with Freddie since Tim wasn't with the group anymore. After this we would do a few rounds on my song for this album.

"CUT!" Freddie shouted so fucking loud my ears just about died.

"WHAT THE FUCK FRED! IF YOU'RE GOING TO YELL DON'T FACKING YELL INTO THE FACKING MICROPHONE DAMNIT!" I screamed.

Abby looked at me like she had just saw a ghost. I messed up and I knew I had. Honestly I cant control it sometimes but I just needed to let it out.

"Anyways..." Abby hesitated, "Let's start working on Roger's song."

I pulled my vocal mic closer as I started playing my idea of the song. The other started playing as I started to sing.

"Had to make do with a worn out rock n roll scene
The old bop is gettin' tired need a rest..."

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"I think it could use a bit more work, but we've got the general idea of it now," Abby said focusing on the track.

"Well maybe if someone hadn't gotten his dick in a knot we wouldn't have been so awkward," Freddie said as he glared at me.

I rolled my eyes and went to sit back at my drums. I was tapping along the rims of my drums when Abby came up to me.

"Why get so mad over something so small?"

I looked up at her crossed. It took me a few moments before I could say anything because I had nothing to say.

"It's not something small. I've been trying to get with you for ages it seems like and I finally have you, and now everyone else just thinks it's a joke and that I'll move on from you."

She looked at me with a reassuring look and took my hand. Then she said, "It doesn't matter what the others think as long as the truth stays between us."

I smiled and nodded before going back to dutting on my drums. The other boys had been talking about their back up vocals in my song and then came back to record some more.

She's everything I want in a woman.