#clgol

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20 Minutes After where we left off:

In the eye of the hurricane there is quiet. 

For just a moment. 

There are some moments, when a teenage girl needs her mum. 

This was one of those moments. 

Has my mum been the best? No. Far from it. She made me never want to return home. But your mum is your mum, no way around it. And it’s times like this I just want to say “Help me! I’m conflicted and don’t know how to deal with breaking my own heart and the heart of the guy I love, what do I do?”

As I lay here floating all I can think is that I want to run in the house and grab the phone and call my mum, cry about how much I miss her, and beg for her advice. 

I have Jer; I have my new mum. 

But I can’t even call her because the main reason for my conflict is because of Spain, if I tell her she’ll tell Freddie. 

My Freddie. 

My rock. My constant shoulder to cry on, and I can’t even tell him. I’ve never felt so alone. 

As a wave pushes me under for just a brief moment, my mind can’t stop racing, insecurities flooding back and forth like the waves that rush the shore. 

What if I’m not good enough?

What if I ruin all my friendships?

What if I go to Spain and die?

As you softly cried you thought about what had gotten you here. 

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20 Minutes before hand (Where we left off)

“You’re my love, Y/N.”

One. 

You inhaled to speak. 

“I- I’m sorry Roger, I can’t handle this right now.” You spat out as you hopped off the rock and started toward the beach. Roger grabbed your wrist. 

“Where are you going?” 

“For a swim.” 

“You’re what?” He said, the fear immediately apparent in his voice. 

“I’m going for a swim, Roger. Need to clear my mind.” You said as monotone as possible.

He let out an annoyed laugh at your actions. “I profess my love to you, and you just walk away from me?” He said, raising his voice. 

“I can’t even believe you’d put me in that situation. You can’t just demand things from me, Roger! You expect me to know exactly what I want, -or no! Expect me to say exactly what you want to hear!” You yelled, tears flooding out of your eyes. 

“I just don’t want to bloody lose you, Y/N!” He yelled back. 

You ignored his statement. “I said I was going for a swim.” You said, looking at the ground as you tried to pull your wrist away from his grasp. 

“Please, Love, go for a walk, or a drive, or take a bath, or whatever you need. I won’t bother you with whatever you decide to do, just please don’t go for a swim. You know how I am.”

“You can’t hold me back forever, Roger.” You said coldly, a dual meaning present to you both in your statement. 

His shock from your words allowed you to pull your wrist free, as you quickly walked into the ocean and dove in, hearing Roger scream your name behind you. 

As you came up for air, you heard his screams. “Y/N! Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine Roger,” you said annoyed. “Let me fucking relax!” 

“Fine, I’m sitting right here, then.” He said plopping right on the shore line. “Remember; I’m sitting here because I care about you and worry about your well being! Apparently, it’s not reciprocated.”

You screamed in frustration. “I did not say that, Roger! Do not put words into my mouth. I don’t care what the hell you do; just don’t bother me while I relax!” 

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

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And so I lay here, regretting my mistakes as I let the ocean consume the weight of my body. 

“You still okay?” You heard. 

You stuck a thumbs up in the air, the salty water coming in drips off of your arm and plopping on your face and in the water around you.

And then, it came to you. You were staying an extra day for a reason; to enjoy your relationship for an extra day. There was no reason to be having an argument at this moment; you both knew what would happen once you got home, so why not enjoy the last moments you had left together?

You started to swim in with complete intention to stop this argument, but not let him off the hook completely right away. If this relationship was actually going to last longer than the next 24 hours, and there really was a part of you considering it, then Roger needed to learn how to respect you and the decisions you make, plain and simple. As you walked onto the shore, you immediately heard “So, what did y-”

“Don’t talk to me right now, Roger.” You coldly cut him off, grabbing your towel and putting it on top of the flat rock you were laying on earlier. About ten minutes after you laid in the sun, you heard a beach chair being set up snugly to the left of the rock. Through the side of your eye you saw the straggly blonde locks, immediately revealing that it was Roger. You expected to hear him say something… 

but it was silent. 

For a good twenty minutes the only sound was the seagulls and the rushing of the waves on the shore. And then, you heard a quiet voice, one similar to a hurt child after being put in a time out, 

“I’m sorry.”

Silence. 

“I shouldn’t have talked to you that way; shouldn’t have pressured you. You gotta understand, this is hard on me too, Love.” He laughed. “I mean, the girl I’ve been trying to get with for almost a year has sex with me five times in a night and then expects me to believe we’ll be nothing more than friends within a matter of days, and that we’ll be mere acquaintances that are countries apart within months? I’m genuinely sorry; I didn’t mean anything I said.” 

Silence. 

You could hear the sadness in his voice. You opened your eyes to see one of his hands resting on the rock while the other held the book he was reading. You reached for his hand as you sat up, earning a gasp from him as a smile explodes on his face as he turned to look at you. There were tears welled in the bottom of his eyes, which made you feel even worse for all the stress you had just put him through. 

“Rog,” You smiled. “We could never go back to being acquaintances after this. Romantic or not, we have something special.”

You saw one tear slide down his cheek. 

“Yeah.” He sadly chuckled. 

“I made a decision,”

“Okay,” he said, lump settling in his throat as he swallowed. 

“And that is to not make a decision.”

“What?”

“... yet.” You hesitantly said, patting the rock next to you, telling him to climb on. “While I was floating out there I realized that the reason we extended this trip was so we could spend more time together before having to make a decision. I love you, Roger, and if these are our last days being able to express it-”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it could be. So if they are, I don’t want to go through them making a decision. And besides, the longer we spend as a couple will have an effect on the decision I make. Yes, it also makes it harder, but nothing in life is easy, is it?” You said, pressing your forehead to his. You were both softly crying, your shoulders simultaneously moving up and down at the apparent ruined dream of your relationship. 

“Can I just ask you a question?” Roger softly said as his eyes flicked around the scene before you and then settled on yours. You nodded your head as he grabbed your hand. “Is this just a fling to you, and that’s why you’re saying we can’t continue a relationship? Because just for my own purposes, since I’ve admitted my feelings for you I need to know if you actually feel the same way.”

You thought this was a moment where actions would speak louder than words, so to prove to him his feelings were reciprocated, you pressed your lips to his, and felt him smile against it, putting his hand up to your cheek as he deepened the kiss a little more. After some time, you pulled away and said, “Of course I feel the same way Rog, my life is just going to be completely turned upside down in a couple months-”

“It’s really almost a year, Y/N.”

“What?”

“I realized it last night when it was like our second time? Maybe it was the third? I don’t know. Anyways, when I flipped you so you were laying on the bed you said ‘I wish I could leave in August of ‘73 instead of ‘72 so we could do this every night.’ Remember that?” You shook your head no. 

“I think I was in so much ecstasy, Rog, that I forgot most of our conversations after the bath.” You giggled. 

“Then that just means I’m as good in bed as I thought I was.” He smirked, leaving you shaking your head as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “But yeah, I thought you were going next semester, but no, you leave in August. That’s ten months away, Love. This is the last I’ll speak of it until I physically drop you off at your dorm, but don’t deny yourself something you so badly want out of fear. Just something to think about.” You nodded your head. “It’s just about 4:00, do you want to go up and get ready for dinner? I was hoping we could go to that really ritzy restaurant, then maybe to the club after?” 

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him as he hopped off the rock and scooped you up in his arms which gave you that feeling again. 

Bliss. 

Do I actually want to let this go?

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You put on your black Peter Pan collared dress, thinking that it’d be dressy enough, and started on your makeup. Just out of curiosity, you yelled through your door to Roger’s room. 

“Rog! What are you wearing?”

“A suit.” He yelled back. 

“A suit?!”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Is it that dressy of a restaurant?”

“Yeah, Love. Five course meal, reservation only, live string quartet, chandeliers. You know, all that kind of stuff.”

“Okay.” You nervously laughed. 

You looked down at your dress. It certainly wasn’t dressy enough. You thought about what you had packed and panicked. You knew you hadn’t packed anything that dressy, but pulled your suitcase apart hoping you’d find something. With the contents of your bag on your bed, and no luck in finding a suitable dress to wear, tears welled in your eyes as you noticed something bulging out of the large, zippered pocket on the inside of the door to your small suitcase. You wiped away a tear as you unzipped the pocket to find a grocery bag tied shut with a large piece of clothing in it, and silver sparkly heels in the pocket under the bag. There was a note taped to the bag that read:

Hello Darling!  If you’re reading this it means my plan worked! Roger told me about the fancy restaurant he was planning on taking you to, and I knew you wouldn’t have packed accordingly, so I stole some of my mum’s heels (did you know you two were the same shoe size?!) and bought you this dress. Don’t worry, I bought it in your size. :) I know it’s not your style, but let’s face it. You wouldn’t have chosen the right style dress for this type of venue even if you knew about it, sorry to make you face the truth, Darling. Hopefully you’ll get to wear this though! And if you ended up not going there, don’t worry, you can wear it to our school’s gala in a couple months! Hope you’re having the time of your life!! Xoxo, Freddie Bulsara but really Farrokh soon to be Mercury.  (P.S. remember when I introduced myself like that?)

A huge smile spread across your face. 

My guardian angel. I’ll never know what I did to deserve him. 

You stepped into your new dress, a gorgeous, floor length, flowy, satin red dress. It had no beading, but an extremely high slit, and it’s thin straps crossed in the back. It was completely elegant, and actually fit you right! You’d have to remember to thank Freddie profusely when you got back home. You put on your dangly silver earrings as you finished your makeup, opting to go with a more glammed up look than you originally had planned, put on a red toned nude lipstick, and kept your hair down as you curled it into soft waves that rolled down your back. 

As you sprayed on your perfume you heard a knock at the door. “It’s been twenty five minutes Love, you almost ready?”

“Yup!” You replied. “You can come in, I’m just putting on the necklace you gave me.” You said as you leaned to look in the mirror of the vanity in your room to put on your necklace. 

(Start playing You Take My Breath Away by Queen from the piano entrance)

Roger’s breath was completely taken away when he first saw you, a huge smile on his face. He quietly walked over to you, standing behind you as he took the necklace from your hands. “Here, let me.” He smiled, as you pulled your hair over your shoulder. After he put the necklace on, he wrapped his arms around you looking at your two reflections in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He softly said in your ear. 

Bliss. 

“You ready Rog?” 

He nodded, grabbing your hand as you walked out the door. 

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As you and Roger walked into the restaurant (a huge building that looked like a large Victorian mansion) with your arm hooked around his, your breath was taken away. There were three floors of seating for guests, all which were open in the center to overlook the ballroom in the center of the first floor. Each table seemed to be spread out enough that each dining party would have an extreme amount of privacy, and they were decorated with beautiful bouquets of roses and candles. On the high ceiling above the ballroom floor, there was a huge chandelier, and there were small ones all around the restaurant. There was a string quartet playing at the front of the dance floor as couples waltzed around it. On each end of the ballroom from the second floor balcony, the area in which you in Roger were standing and what you saw from walking through the entrance, there were huge, picturesque staircases that looked as if they were out of a fairy tale. You’d never seen such a beautiful place in your life. 

“Rog,” You whispered in his ear, “How do you have the money for this place?” You nervously said. 

“Don’t worry about it, a guest and I eat here for free. I’ll explain later.” He smiled, tapping your nose. 

“But how-“ You were cut off as a host appeared in front of you, napkin draped over his arm, hand outstretched to help you down the four stairs to leave the entry way as another worker took Roger’s overcoat, just leaving him in his suit coat. As Roger came down the steps to join you again, immediately hooking his arm with yours, the host said, 

“Good evening, Mr. Taylor. Would you like your usual table?” 

“That’d be perfect.” Roger smiled.

“Right this way.” The man smiled. You were completely in awe. Not only did this already seem like the last place you’d ever find Roger, but now he had his own table? You were shocked to say the least. 

You were led to a table on the left side of the second floor right next to the railing with a perfect view of the string quartet. It was set back around the curve of the balcony, so it was completely isolated, and right next to the opening of the castle-esque stairs. It was perfect. Roger pulled your chair out for you as you sat down, and once your menus were placed in front of you and you two were left alone, you snapped your head up at him, eyes immediately telling him you needed an explanation. You caught him laughing at your curiosity. 

“My great grandfather was the founder of this restaurant. As a result, all the Taylor’s get to eat here for free for all of eternity, plus one guest per Taylor. No joke; he literally wrote it in the expectations/rules for this restaurant when it was passed to the next owner.”

You nodded your head. The scene in front of you was so romantic, it was hard to believe it wasn’t all a dream. 

“Do you want to dance? They always leave twenty minutes before they come to ask which item of the night you’d be choosing for your entré to give everyone time to dance a little. When we come back there will be a bottle of wine, a salad, and tonight’s appetizer. Since it’s a 5 course meal, there isn’t much picking from the menu. Very fancy. But yeah, we’ve got time to dance. Although I must warn you, there’s no disco.” He laughed. 

“Of course I want to dance, Rog.” He got up and outstretched his hand to you as he escorted you to the stairs. You noticed a couple people staring, and assumed it was because Roger’s family was the royalty of the restaurant. Once you got to the dance floor, Roger brought you to the center, and  a new waltz started. Your right hand joined with Roger’s left as your other hand went on his shoulder and his other on your hip. 

The side with the slit, you noticed. 

You noticed more people staring. A couple of the other pairs who were previously on the dance floor paused to watch the two of you dance. You noticed some of the women whispering things in their husbands ears as their gazes focused on the two of you, their hands attempting to subtly point at you and Roger waltzing in the middle of the ballroom floor. 

“They’re all looking at you.” You blushed. 

“No, believe me. They’re all looking at you.” He smiled back. “I’ve gotta warn you love. I’m not a great dancer even though my parents always tried to teach me to ballroom dance when we’d come here when I was young.” 

“You’re doing just fine Rog, to be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing either.” You laughed as you pointed your leg on the side the slit of your dress was on. The slit went all the way to the top of your hip, and Roger definitely noticed. His hand on your hip slipped a little lower. 

“No underwear?” He smirked. 

“Nope.”

“God, I love you even more each day.” He said, kissing your forehead and shaking his head in disbelief of the amazing girl he held in his arms. 

“Well you would have seen them if I wore them!” You playfully opposed. 

“Hey, I didn’t say to wear them, Baby. There’s never going to be a situation where I encourage you to wear underwear.” He said, making you laugh as you threw back your head in disbelief of how candid he was. You then put your focus at the waltz in front of you, gazing into Roger’s ocean blue eyes as he stared back at you with an eternal love in his eyes. Just the way he was looking at you made you feel more beautiful than you ever had in your entire life. In that moment, you felt so lucky to be Roger Taylor’s girlfriend, and would have done anything to keep it that way. 

Your dinner was absolutely wonderful, and quite honestly the best food you’d ever eaten. Dessert was filled with laughter and admiration as Roger fed you chocolate covered strawberries, which they usually don’t have at the restaurant, but Roger had called ahead of time to have some specially made after checking your favorite dessert with Freddie. It truly made the night your ideal fantasy of the perfect date. 

Roger consistently fed you strawberries from the large plate of forty in the middle of the two of you. The strawberries were made from every kind of chocolate imaginable, from plain milk chocolate to dark chocolate with sea salt and caramel drizzle. You’d never had something so good in your life. He occasionally took one for himself, or would eat one if you held it out to him, but was completely content with resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with admiration. 

“Why chocolate covered strawberries?” He asked as you licked the tip of the strawberry he held in front of your mouth before taking a large bite of it. In the candlelight, your large eyes sparkled with a light of false innocence. You knew exactly what you were doing with your movements, pleased that you could make him flustered with just a lick of a strawberry and the batting of your eyes.  

“What do you mean?” You said, broken from your trance. 

“Why are they your favorite?”

“How did yo-”

“Freddie.” He smiled. 

“Wow, Mr. Roger Taylor. I must say I’m impressed. You’ve really done everything to surprise me, make me happy, take me on lavish dates,” you said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “Every girl dreams of a man like you. This has easily been the most romantic night of my life.”

“Your boyfriend loves you.” He gushed, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You leaned across the table to press a kiss to his lips. “But really, why chocolate covered strawberries? I’m curious.”

“Oh I don’t know, really, I don’t. Strawberries and chocolate alone are alright, but together it’s just like they were made for each other,” 

Pause.

“like us.” 

He was so happy by what you said, he couldn’t even speak. It was in this moment he knew you’d choose him once you got home. The connection between the two of you was too strong. 

“One more dance, Love?” 

You nodded. “Wait, can we take the rest of the strawberries home?”

He laughed. “You’re adorable.”

He walked over to you, reaching a hand out as he spun you, your dress slightly flying up and cascading around you. With a kiss on your cheek, he walked over to a server, asking for the remaining strawberries to be wrapped up, and coming back to you, leading you to the ballroom floor for the last time that night. 

After sharing one more dance, the two of you walked arm in arm to Roger’s car, giddy like school children as you pressed yourself closely into his body. You stopped, looking up into the sky at the crystal clear night above you, the stars glistening brighter than you ever remembered seeing before due to your close proximity to the ocean. You turned to face Roger arms wrapping around his neck as his laid on your waist. 

“Look how beautiful they are.” You said smiling, head angled toward the sky. “This all just seems too good to be real. I mean, I know it is, but like I said before, this doesn’t happen every day. This is the kind of date girls dream of.” You said, pressing your nose to his. 

“Well I’m only dreaming of one girl.” He said just loud enough for the two of you to hear as he caressed your cheek in his hand, slowly locking your lips together. Your eyes fluttered shut, as the kiss deepened, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The kiss remained slow, yet passionate. There was no lust behind the kiss to drive it to push faster speeds. The kiss was purely love. 

By the time you got back to the house it was about 9:30, and Roger scooped you up and carried you in his arms with plans to carry you all the way to your bedroom. “Roger!” You laughed with your arms around his neck. “You can put me down to unlock the front door.”

“No I can’t,” he smiled. 

“And why would that be?” You said as he finally got the door open and walked inside. 

“Have you seen yourself tonight?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a bloody princess, Y/N. You were honestly the most beautiful girl there. You see how jealous the other women were? Much dressier than anyone else was. Can’t let my princesses feet touch the ground.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours as his words of affection made you giggle. 

Once you arrived at your room, he sat in the middle of your bed still cradling you in his lap, your large dress fanned out over your bed with your leg out of the slit. With one arm under your head, Roger lovingly looked down at you, his other hand lovingly stroking the side of your face and fanning your hair out around your head. You closed your eyes, completely relaxed by his gentle touches. A couple minutes later, you sighed as you turned your head into his lap a little more.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Love.” Roger laughed. 

“I’m not, I’m not. Just relaxed.”  You smiled, opening your eyes to return the love he gazed at you with. You turned your head to place a kiss to the inside of his palm, and you noticed him blush as you did so. 

“You don’t wear red often,” he said. 

You laughed at his awkward statement. “Yeah, I guess I don’t?”

“You should. Very sexy color on you, my Love.” 

You laughed at his once again very candid statement, reaching one hand up to caress his cheek. “Alright, Rog. I’ll take that into consideration.” 

“Say, where’d you get this dress from anyway? To be honest, and don’t get me wrong, I love the dress on you almost as much as I loved your sheer jumpsuit, but it doesn’t seem quite your style.”

“Well, my angel Freddie struck once again. You see, you forgot to tell me how dressy the restaurant was, and -”

“Sorry about that, by the way.”

“No don’t be! I’m honestly happy with the way the situation played out, since I never would have chosen this dress on my own. Anyways, I was planning on wearing a casual dress, but once you told me you were wearing a suit I started panicking and threw everything out of my bag looking for something suitable to wear, and noticed the inside pocket of my bag was bulging. I didn’t remember putting anything in it, so I opened it out of curiosity finding a note from Freddie saying he knew I didn’t know how fancy the restaurant was, and even if I did, he knew I wouldn’t have packed something dressy enough, so he bought me this dress and borrowed mum’s shoes, secretly packing them for me in hopes I’d find them. I’ll have to thank him when I get back.”

“Wow. Well, make sure you thank him for me too.”

After both laughing at his joke for a small bit, there was a patch of silence. 

“I really do love you, Rog.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled. Some part of him told him you’d choose to stay in the relationship. He wasn’t sure why, but something just seemed like you would. “I’m not ready to call it a night, are you?”

“What do you mean?” 

“We’ve still gotta go to the club, you know, go disco? I promised you we would!” 

“Wait, really?!” You said, getting a newfound adrenaline rush from your excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck, sitting up and turning your whole body to look at him. 

“Really.” 

“Then we’ve gotta get changed!” You said, springing up and digging through your bag. Roger laughed at your antics as you frolicked around the room. “What are you waiting for?! Go get changed, Roger!”

“Okay, okay!” He said, raising his arms up in defense. 

As soon as he was in his room, you quickly slipped out of your dress, and put on your new rose gold pantsuit. It was completely sequined, and had a halter top style neckline that plunged just above your belly button. You decided to stay not wearing a bra, and put on your white pumps. Looking in the mirror, you applied a hot pink lipstick and fluffed out your hair, threw your newly gifted fur coat over your shoulder and stepped out into the hall. 

“What color are you wearing?” You heard Roger yell toward the bathroom that united your bedrooms as he assumed you were still getting ready. 

 Deciding to be a little devious, you opened his bedroom door and stepped in. “Rose gold.” You smirked. 

His head snapped up instantly.  He was in his white suit pants, matching coat on the bed as he stood at the closet shirtless. “Wow, so different to the girl I was with three minutes ago.” He chuckled. “You must be excited, that was a very fast outfit change, Love.” 

You nodded as you walked up to him, pressing your body flush against his as you pressed your hands to his chest, cherishing how beautiful he was. “Different how?” You teased. 

“Curvier, sparklier, sexier. Much more cleavage. I could keep going.” he smirked.

“Cleavage, huh?” You said, resting your hand on top of his as he leaned against the trim of the closet. 

“Mmmm, cleavage. You know I’m much more of a tits guy the ass, though I do have to say your ass looks amazing, maybe even just as good.” He winked. 

“Well tell me, do they feel better?” You said, pulling his hand away from the wall and slyly under the jumpsuit to your left breast. He let out a breath of satisfaction, immediately starting to massage it as he easily pulled it out of your revealing top. 

“Ah, gotta be careful dancing tonight, Love, seems like you could easily slip out of your top.” He smirked. 

“And would you even care?”

“Not as long as other people didn’t watch. Want ‘ya all to myself.” He smiled, bending to attach his lips to your nipple as he roughly applied both of his hands to your ass, immediately kneading both sides in his hands. 

You let out a moan of satisfaction, arms draped around his neck. As he switched to the opposite breast you noticed a light pink dress shirt in his closet that you started to put on him as he continued his work. 

“You know, usually people undress their boyfriends in situations like this, not put on clothes.” 

“I’m trying to get to disco!” You jokingly protested as you put the shirt on him, Roger aggravated as he couldn’t continue his suckling while you did so. 

Once you finished with his shirt he said, “By the way, your tits are hanging out.” He joked, stopping your hand as you reached up to conceal yourself. “I wanna do it.” He playfully whined as you threw your hands up in resignation. He continued massaging both of your breasts as he put them each underneath their sequined layer of fabric. He put on his coat and shoes, also grabbing his fur coat matching to yours and draped it over his arm as he grabbed your hand to go to the club as the two of you walked out of the house toward the car. 

“And by the way, my little experiment back in the bedroom once again proved your breasts feel much better than your ass.” He joked, squeezing your breast as he opened the door for you. 

Each of his actions did things to you. 

Things you didn’t know if you could ignore once returning to a friendship back in London. 

On the car ride to the club, Roger constantly kept his hand on your inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing, every once in a while, rubbing your core to which you’d let out a breath of air and a smile from the pleasure his motions brought you. 

“You know,” you started, “ I don’t even know how you’re driving right now. I’m not even trying to focus on anything and yet I can’t focus on anything except your touches.”

“Sorry Love, can’t fucking help it when you dress like that, tease me all day. Show me how amazing only you have ever made me feel five times in a night?” He grunted. 

“Have I really affected you that much today?”

 “So are you saying we can pull over?” He said, hoping you’d relieve him of the throbbing inside his pants. You did it much better than anyone else ever had the night before.

“No! It’s already 10:00, Rog, I wanna get there before everyone else leaves.” He let out a puff of air in annoyance. “You know, you’re much more sexual after sundown.” He laughed at your accusation. 

“Touché.”

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When you arrived at the club, the music was loud and you could hear all the people inside, evident by the amount of cars parked out front. You walked inside hand in hand in your fur coats, paying the bouncer to put them in the coat check as you absorbed the night life in front of you, quickly pulling Roger to the dance floor before he could even get a drink. As you arrived, Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry started, and the crowd went wild. You started dancing just facing him, hands held together as the two of you jumped back and forth with the fast beat, and just before the chorus at the lyric “Somebody turned around,” you turned yourself around, ducking under one of his arms so they were tightly wrapped around you as they pushed you into him. In doing so you immediately slowed the rhythm down, only grinding your hips  back into him at the start of each measure throughout the entire chorus. You felt his arms squeeze you tighter into him as he bucked his hips with the slower rhythm to the song, matching your movements. You heard him softly and lowly moaning into your ear, only audible to you because of the volume of the club. As the chorus ended with the line that starts “Lay down and boogie”  you slid out of his arms, forcing him to watch you as you swayed your hips side to side as you slowly dropped with the music, your hands gliding up your sides as you purposely pursed the fabric so he could see clearly down your jumpsuit, hearing him let out a quiet grunt as you hit the word “die” with the end of your drop to the floor, hands now joined as you bent at your waist as you stood, upper body slowly coming up as your hands traced along your legs giving him a clear view of your toned, dancers body, bending suggestively in front of him, clear to him what you were implying. Once you were fully stood up, he grabbed your arm, whipping you around to face him as he pulled you off the dance floor, and toward the back of the club, entering a bathroom and quickly locking the door behind him. Once the closed door muffled the sound of the partying crowd you said, 

“What was that for?” 

“God,” He rushed out, “With you dancing like that I couldn’t make it through one fucking song. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re killing me. Making me incredibly hard only in the way you do, and let me remind you in public, Y/N. I can’t handle it anymore, my hearts fucking racing, I feel like I’m going to explode. I need you right fucking now, Y/N.” 

“Aww, Roggie,” you teased. “I thought you’d never ask.” You finished as he pulled you flush to his body. 

“Stop fucking teasing me, which you have been for the last hour, and please just let me fuck you.” He growled, his voice animalistic. 

“By all means, go right ahead.” You smirked.

You let him unzip the back of your jumpsuit, shrugging it off your shoulders as it immediately dropped to the floor leaving you in a lacy, black, thong. 

“Too perfect.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips and picked you up to sit you on the edge of the sink counter top. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving you a mess as you ran your fingers through his hair, thankful for the loud music that would drown out your sounds of ecstasy to passerby’s. Roger pressed a finger to your clit, massaging as you became a mess beneath his touches. “I’m sorry I’m moving so fast, Baby,” he said, breathless, “I’m just gonna stretch you out a little before, you know. I wouldn’t last if we had a lot of foreplay right now. You have no idea what you do to me.” He shyly admitted. 

“That’s fine,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you pressed a kiss to his lips, completely enamored with the man in front of you who turned every small pain in your body to bliss, and your darkest thoughts to dreams of sunshine. 

He kept his lips attached to yours, massaging one breast in one hand as he pushed your panties to the side, rubbing a finger up and down your core before fastly inserting two. Your breath hitched from the unexpected action, a moan of pain and pleasure paralyzing you as you leaned back into the wall behind you. Your breathing quickened, rubbing Roger’s back as you squeezed your eyes shut. He started scissoring with his already fast speed, not only trying to get you to the same level of arousal he was at, but also trying to prepare you for his member. He never remembered being so hard in his life. 

“I’ve gotta add another.” He breathlessly muttered, you nodding against his lips. As he inserted his other finger, you tilted your head back, in that moment oblivious to every other thing in the world except for you and Roger. In your ears, the music became silent, and you didn’t even notice a knock on the door. In that moment you and Roger were the only two people that mattered. 

“You ready?” he asked, as you nodded feverishly. He pulled down his pants, his aching member suffering to spring lose. He looked at the space around you, unsure of how you two would manage this. You read his eyes, hopping from the counter and bending yourself over it. “You sure this is how you wanna do this, Love?”

“Please,” You begged, watching in the mirror as he grabbed your hips, inserting himself deep into your core. 

You had never let out a louder moan in your life. It was honestly more of a scream of immense pleasure from how deep he was inside you, how much larger he was than the night before, how fast he was pounding into you, and the fact that you could watch it all happen in the mirror in front of you. It was obvious you both weren’t going to last long. You hadn’t tried this position the night before, and were feeling things you hadn’t even known you could feel. The look on Roger’s face said the same thing, and you couldn’t help but agree with what he’d said on the beach earlier. 

Made for each other. 

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After your sweaty bodies became one and you fixed your hair and makeup so it wasn’t completely apparent what just went on in the bathroom, you and Roger exited as you picked at your fingernails and joined the crowd of other young people on the dance floor. All your favorites like ABBA and Chic came on, making the night perfect. It was apparent how much better of a dancer you were than Roger, and how comfortable you were with the disco style. Roger loved watching you dance; it reminded him of the first time he saw you. 

“Say, Baby, make sure you learn how to do some Latin dancing while you’re in Spain.” He joked. 

“Why?” You said as you danced to Shake Your Groove Thing with him. 

“You’re an amazing dancer. Definitely have the hips and rhythm for it. Salsa, Cha Cha, Rumba, I don’t care. Whatever you can learn, learn it.” He said his instructions with such conviction it made you laugh. Just then a voice came over the speakers. 

“Alright folks, grab your partners, because we’re slowing things down all the way back to the ‘50’s. This slow dance is for all you couples out there.” 

The song Put Your Head on My Shoulder came on as you draped your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder as his arms pulled you close to his body. He softly sang the words to you as you swayed back and forth. 

“Put your head on my shoulder

Whisper in my ear, baby

Words I want to hear

Tell me, tell me that you love me too”

As the song ended you pulled your head up to look at him. 

“I think that’s our song, Love.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours. 

Emotional at the situation before you, you could only nod your head as you pressed your lips to his. 

Once you arrived home that night, you were both extremely exhausted from the full day you had, and retired to bed in Roger’s room almost immediately. You wore one of his shirts to bed as you climbed into his arms under the covers laying on your side as he spooned you, nuzzling his face in your neck every once in a while. 

“So tomorrow.” He said awkwardly in the pitch black. 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah.”

“Do you…” he was hesitant to ask his question. 

“No, I don’t know yet. I’m just so thankful for this time we had together and for the fact that you’re in my life now.  I’m so happy for where we are right now, and please don’t ever forget how much I love you, Roger Taylor. I know this has only been a short, fleeting moment of a relationship without knowing it’s outcome, but remember love you with all my heart” 

“I love you more, Baby. So much more. And don’t try to prove you love me more, because you’ll  never able to. I’ll always love you more, and that’s the way it should be.” He said, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as the two of you drifted off to sleep with plans to leave around four the next day. 

You awoke to the smell of bacon, cold from Roger’s absence. You got up, walking down the hallway to find him cooking for you in the kitchen once again. He was so focused, he didn’t hear you come behind him and jumped when you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shirtless back. 

“Hi, Baby.” He smiled. 

“Hi.” You managed to get out, as your eyes filled with tears. 

“What’s wrong?” He said, flipping around to see you looking up, trying to get rid of your tears. 

Your lips pressed into a tight line. A couple tears slipped down your cheeks. “It’s just- today,-“ You were unable to form words. You moved your hands as you spoke to try to get your point across. 

“I know, I don’t want it to end either.” He said, trying not to cry, as he came to you and engulfed you in a huge hug, you pressing your face into his chest. “Do you, well, do you know?”

“No” you whispered through your sobs, shaking your head. He stroked your hair for comfort. 

“Shh, Love, please don’t cry.” He said, rocking back and forth. He then picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter, walking in between your legs, picking your chin up to look at him. He wiped some of your tears away. “Whatever you decide will be the right decision. I promise you whatever you do, I'm okay with. I might want something else, but in the end I’ll know you were probably right.” He joked, making you laugh through your tears. “We still got all day. We don’t have to leave until later, so I wanna relax before we leave so I’m not too tired driving home, but we have pretty much all day, Y/N. And it’s not like this is the last time you’ll see me. Even if we… well, you know. You’ll still see me all the time.” He had to be strong for you. 

“I know.”

“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you so sad.”

“It’s not your fault, I brought all this on myself. Maybe if I wasn’t so skeptical of everything-“

“Hey, you’re just being logical and I’m so proud of you for that. Let’s not talk about it until we get back.” 

“Until you drop me off.” 

“Okay, until I drop you off. Whatever happens, I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He pressed his lips to yours, still wiping away your tears. You couldn’t help but cry at the situation. You knew what you’d have to do, but just couldn’t deal with it yet. 

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Tuesday, the day after they got home. 

You and Roger arrived home late from the beach the night before, so you just stayed overnight with him in his room at his and Brian’s shared apartment. Besides, it’d be weird not having him with you once you returned back to the dorm. Roger got up after kissing your nose and making you smile to start breakfast (the now usual routine for you two) and you heard a bang in the kitchen. “Fuck!” “Rog? What’s wrong, Love?” “I bloody missed rehearsal yesterday; didn’t even think of it. I just saw it on mine and Bri’s calendar. There’s a rehearsal now, started a half hour ago. Brian must’ve left already. They’re gonna fucking kill me.” He said, running past you to get changed in his room. “You’re coming with me, c’mon, Love get changed.” “Roger, I don't have any of my normal clothes with me. I- I can’t go out like th-” “Go out like what?” He came up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Looking absolutely gorgeous? It’s just the boys. You’ll be fine.” “Okay,” you tentatively said, and began looking through your suitcase. 

“Maybe you could wear that sheer pantsuit you wore a couple days ago?” Roger smirked. “Oh, fuck off.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you rushed into the rehearsal hand in hand in your matching coats. It was much colder back in London. You opted to wear your collared Peter Pan dress. “Well there’s our drummer.” Brian huffed. “Brian, I’m sorry, really.” “No call? No attempt to change the schedule?” “I’m sorry, we were busy. I forgot.” “You forgot? You forgot about your band and you both forgot about your roommates and your best friends?” Brian pressed. “Alright, now that he’s here can we just fucking play?” John asked , throwing his hands in the air. He kept staring at you. At your necklace. Freddie pulled you to the side. “So? You two didn't come back the same as when you left. Something happened, didn’t it? Something good.” “Something more than good,” you whispered back. “But yeah. Something happened alright.” “You’ll tell me?” he said,  hopeful, just like a little kid. “Later” You winked, and went to sit and watch the band play. 

“Oh, and I like your necklace.” Freddie smiled. After they finished practicing, Freddie, Brian, and Roger were over by the piano discussing songwriting, and John came up to you, yet turning his face away from you. You saw his shoulders shake. “Deaky, what's wrong?” you said springing up to him. “Lovely,” he whispered, shaking his head as tears fell from his eyes. “Y/n,” he closed his eyes shut quickly as he thought about the pain surrounding what he was about to say. He motioned to the blonde in the corner as he quietly sobbed, “D-do you love him? Are you in love with him?”

You didn’t know what to say. 

Of course you loved Roger. Said it multiple times over the last four days. But could John really handle to hear that right now? You looked over to Roger as he laughed with his friends and patted Brian on the back. You hadn’t made a decision yet. You and Roger hadn’t talked; he hadn’t dropped you off at home yet. 

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t know if you’re in love with someone? Unbelievable.” He said, shaking his head. 

Suddenly both of your attentions were drawn to the conversation at the piano. 

“Yes Roger! Absolutely brilliant idea! Pulls the whole song together. I missed you terribly yesterday.” Freddie said, pulling Roger in for a hug. Then he loudly gasped.

He noticed Roger’s necklace. 

Remembered yours as he looked between the two of you. 

You and Roger saw the realization come across his face, the smile on Roger’s fading. Then Freddie pulled Roger closer again, smelling his neck, his shirt, then when he smelled his hair, an even bigger light bulb went off. 

An even louder gasp. 

“You had sex!” Freddie exclaimed. 

“Freddie,” Roger said lowly, warning him to stop talking. Freddie ignored him and ran over to you, looking at your fingernails, picked down to the cuticle he noticed. You always did that after being with someone. It was a nervous tick, per-say. He smelled your hair too. 

“So did you!” He exclaimed. Brian looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief that he hadn’t put two and two together if his suspicions were right. 

He prayed they weren’t. 

Roger came to stand between you and Freddie, an act of protection. 

Then an even louder gasp came out as it hit him. 

“Oh my god, you two had sex?!”

Your look down seemed to confirm it. 

“I can’t believe you.” Your voice tremored as you looked up at Freddie. “When are you going to learn to just mind your own business?” 

Freddie realized what he just did, saw the hurt in your eyes. You and Roger weren’t actually together yet. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t handle this right now.” John said, head down as he wiped away another tear and stormed out of the building. 

“John, wait!” You screamed after him, running to the door and flinging it open. “It’s not like that!” You screamed, but he was nowhere in sight.

“It’s not like that, huh?” You heard Roger say behind you. You turned to see him with a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes red. 

“Rog, I didn’t mean it like that I just-“ 

Brian walked up to the two of you, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you, Roger. You knew how I felt and yet you- And you know how I felt about the trip, and what I asked you. What I asked you not to do?” he shook his head again, his lips pursing. “Wow, I’ve got some best friend.” 

“I’m gonna go sit in the car.” You said.

“Y/N wait!” Roger screamed after you. 

You still hadn’t made a decision. 

“Brian, please let me explain, but just not here, not now. John ran off, now Y/N’s all upset. Should probably go make sure she’s okay.” Roger said, the look of betrayal still prevalent on Brian’s face. 

“Just let her be Rog,” Freddie started. “She’ll be fine. She’s just going through an identity crisis.”

“You,” Roger started, waving his finger at Freddie. “How dare you just expose her like that in front of everyone? She’s supposed to be your best friend. How could you do that to her?”

“Well I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Freddie admitted. 

“That’s exactly right, mate. You weren’t thinking. Now look what you’ve done. And she’s going through a hell of a lot more than an identity crisis.”

“It all goes back to the fact she’s ashamed she left her family. Doesn’t know who she is anymore.”

“No, that’s not it. You don’t know.”

“Well of course I know, she’s my best friend, and-” Roger cut him off to make his point clearer. 

“Freddie. You. Don’t. Know.” Freddie stood there awestruck. “I- I gotta go get her. Make sure she’s okay. I’m sorry Brian, I truly am. I promise it’ll all be okay later.” He said before grabbing both of your coats and quickly walking out to the car where he found you hugging your knees in the front seat as you cried. 

“Cold?” He asked, opening the door as he tried to lighten the mood. 

“Yeah,” You whined, standing up and burying your face into his chest as you softly wept and he put your fur coat on you. “Can I go home now?” 

He let out a big breath of air. “ ‘Course. You know what your decision is going to be?”

You nodded your head as you cried. 

“Alright then. Still need to stop by my apartment to get all your things.”

With that, you got into the car, holding hands the whole way. 

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As Brian drove Freddie home, he asked him, “How did you know, Fred?”

“Huh?” He said, snapping back to reality from his world of ogres and fairies. 

“How’d you know… her and Roger I mean.”

“Oh, well-um” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “There were a couple things that went into it. First of all, I realized a couple years ago that you can pick up a different smell on people you are around all the time a day or so after the have sex. It’s kind of musky, and you only smell it in their hair. They also had matching necklaces and matching coats, and Roger was acting extremely protective toward her. It’s obvious he’s in love with her but she doesn’t know how she feels.” That gave Brian hope. “And lastly, the thing that really gave it away was Y/N’s fingernails.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Brian said, completely confused. 

“Y/N has this weird thing that right after she has sex with someone she picks her fingernails down to the cuticle to the point they almost bleed. Sounds quite painful if you ask me, Darling. I never understood it; must be some type of nervous tick. But it’s always a dead giveaway if she hooked up with someone or not.” 

“Oh. So it’s definite then.”

“Well, yeah. I mean she definitely had sex on their trip, Roger probably did, and since they were together the whole time, extended it without telling a single soul, and come back with matching coats and necklaces I’d say it just makes the most sense.”

“Right.” Brian said defeated. “So now three of us are in love with her in some kind of way?”

“You’re in love with her?”

“I guess so. I’m so crazy about her, Fred. I don’t know if I can say “in love” since we’re not together yet, but I really thought there was hope for us after the pumpkin patch. But then Rog expressed he liked her too, and I was too scared to tell him I wanted her, so instead I just said I kinda liked her too and until she decided between us, not to do anything sexual on the trip. Guy code, you know? And I guess I was naive in thinking she didn’t think of Deaky that way, but then with the way she reacted when he ran out, I think she might like him too. I’ve got no shot. Please don’t tell her how I feel, though. Don’t tell Rog either. I gotta find a way to calm my emotions and deal with him tonight.” 

“In all honesty Brian, I really don’t think she’s with Roger. She said she needed time, seemed she had reservations. There’s still hope. I’m rooting for you, Brian. I know you won’t hurt my girl.”

“Thanks, Fred. Let’s hope.” The pair smiled at each other. “Wait, you call her “your girl”,-“

“Oh no, I promise we’re not like that.”

“I know. Just listen. You call her “your girl” yet you call her out like that and make her feel like shit today? I know I called her and Roger out for being bloody awful best friends, but how does exposing her intimacy in front of everyone make you any better?”

Freddie sighed. “I wasn’t thinking. I truly wasn’t. I feel awful, I hope I didn’t lose her forever. It’s just, at home, we joke about that kind of stuff. Bluntly call each other out. We’re really brutally honest with each other at all times, or so I thought we were until Rog said there’s something I don’t know, and now I’m all insecure and hoping I didn’t lose her. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” Tears came to his eyes. 

“Hey, Fred. You won’t lose her.  She talks so great of you. You’re the only person she really relies on in her entire life, she told me so herself. Tell her exactly what you just said. It’ll all be fine. And whatever is bothering her, she’ll tell you. You just gotta talk to her.” He said, pulling in front of the dorm. 

“I know you’re nervous to express your feelings, darling, but you need to talk to her too.” Freddie said, hugging Brian and opening the door to the car. “Thanks for the ride,” he said getting out of the car. “ and good luck with Rog tonight. Call me later or tomorrow and let me know how it all plays out.” Freddie winked as his friend threw him a soft smile and he went inside. 

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Your last moments spent with Roger before definitively having to make a decision were mostly left in silence. When you arrived at the apartment, you went inside and put all your things in your bag, since it’s contents were mostly strewn across Roger’s room from trying to find something to wear that morning. Once finished, you stood by the door waiting for Roger to finish his search for whatever he was looking for in the kitchen cabinets. After a couple minutes, he approached you with a soft smile, taking your bag from your grasp and intertwining his hand with yours as he silently lead you back to the car. 

On the way to your dorm, hands still intertwined he broke the silence. “Are you mad at him?”

“Hm?”

“Freddie?”

“Oh. No, I don’t think it’d do any good for me to be mad at him, I live with him in one room for Christ’s sake.”

“How can you be so forgiving?”

“Well, I hope he’d be that way for me. I’ve gotta break the whole Spain thing to him soon. It’ll be better if we’re both not mad at each other.”

“I told you Freddie isn’t gonna be mad about that, Baby.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered. 

“Well anyway, I’m gonna have a mouthful to hear when I get back home.” He said, changing the subject. 

“Brian’s really that mad?”

“Well, he um, yeah. Think he likes you too. He was pretty odd about me taking you on the trip, and then Freddie,”

“I see,” you said, understanding. As if this wasn’t already hard, Brian liked you too. Great. 

Roger turned onto your street. “But I can’t let him get my girl, now can I?”

“I’m not your girl, Roger.” You said under your breath as you pulled your hand away from him, the actions unfolding in the car making you both completely oblivious to Brian driving opposite you. Roger quickly diverted his eyes from the road to look at you in shock as he turned into the driveway of your dorm, once again pulling up to the front of the building and putting his car in park. 

“Hey,” he gave you a sad smile. “At least I can say I tried.” He got out of the car and opened the door for you as you immediately got out and jumped into his arms, tears welling in your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, Roger.”

“It’s okay Ba-Love.” He corrected himself. It was shocking how quickly a nickname became custom, even if it was just adopted a couple days ago. He pushed the door shut just as Freddie reached the door to your shared dorm, confused as to who was out front. He receded back, walking into the common room and seeing the two of you on the sidewalk as he opened the window to observe.  

You continued to weep. “I understand, Y/N. I don’t like it, but I understand.” He tried comforting you. 

“But I know how you feel about me, and I just feel awful.” You cried. A tear slipped down his cheek. 

“I know.” He whispered. He kissed your head as he broke your hug, grabbing your bags from the back seat, and setting them on the ground beside you. 

“Thank you, for this weekend I mean. I’ve never felt like someone was so in love with me as you made me feel these last couple days. It was nice.” You smiled, grabbing his hand as he stood across from you. 

“That love hasn’t just gone away, Y/N. Even right here as you’re dumping me, I’m still crazy about you.” He laughed. 

“But Roger-”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me. I know nothing I’m saying is going to change your mind. I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel while I still have the time.” 

You laughed as you cried out more tears. You’d experienced heartbreak before, heartbreak from relationships that had lasted eight months to two years, yet none of them had ever hurt this bad. The two of you weren’t crying because it was the end and your attraction had died as it had with your previous boyfriends, you were crying because it was the beginning. The hope for the two of you and your beautiful relationship seemed shattered. 

“I love you Roger.” You said, pressing your lips to his for the last time. It was a wet and salty kiss from each of your tears combining as they streamed down your faces. 

As you pulled away, he said, “I know this is the end for now, but it doesn’t have to be, Baby. If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he smiled as he started back toward the car.

“Thanks, Rog.” You didn’t know what else to say. His absence made you hold your stomach as you cried even harder. 

“Please don’t cry.” He said, running back to you and wrapping his arms around you. It seemed like the string that was wrapped around the two of you wouldn’t let you part. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you felt his shoulders shake. 

“But you’re crying!” You laughed. 

“Well ‘course I’m crying,” he said sarcastically, “my heart is being broken by the love of my life.”

“Oh, please.” You responded, a joking nature coming between the two of you. 

“I almost forgot,” he smiled, reaching into his pocket. He placed a car key in your hands. 

“Roger-” you gasped. 

“Told you I was giving you my car.”

“I can’t accept this.” 

“You’ve gotta.” he smiled. “Who’s gonna drive it when I buy my new one?” He silently mouthed ”you” as he pointed at you, making you laugh. “I just need this one until I buy my new one; should only be a couple weeks or so, but you can take the car whenever you need it, just give me a call.” 

You were speechless. He embraced you in his arms one last time; you both knew this was the end. 

“W- why, why are you so nice to me?” You said softly. Neither of you wanted to let go. 

He lightly chuckled. “It isn’t obvious by now?”

You looked up at him with your chin on his chest awaiting his answer. 

“I’m madly in love with you, Baby. Not a second has gone by this whole weekend that I don’t love you more and more. Believe me, it’s been short, but it’s real. Strongest I’ve ever felt for someone. On our trip, I realized that when you’re in love with someone, their return of affection doesn’t matter. It’s nice, but not really what you want. All I want is to make your life easier; to make you happy. As long as I do that, then I’m happy too.”

You let out a sob as you held him tighter, not sure if you were doing the right thing by letting him go. 

“I’m gonna go now, Y/N. I- I think I need some time alone.” He stuttered. 

You nodded understandingly, and as his went to pull away, a little chain around both of your necks was keeping you stuck together. Your necklaces had found each other once again, forming their heart as they strung the two of you together for one last fleeting moment. You both silently laughed as you reached your hand up to part your necklaces, and he walked with his head down to the drivers side of the car. “I really thought she’d say yes.” He thought. 

Opening the door, he said, “I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Always will, Baby.” With that, he got in and drove away, wiping the tears out of his eyes as he planned to drive to a bar and think for a while. 

You watched him as he drove away, your sobs becoming louder as you realized what you’d done. The heartache was unbearable. You sat on your bag, unable to walk inside, and buried your face in your knees. 

A couple minutes later, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, rocking you back and forth to comfort you. “It’s alright, Darling. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” 

My Angel, Freddie.

You thought, wrapping your arms around him. 

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Once Freddie had gotten you inside, he held you in his lap on the edge of your bed as the room seemed to dim around you. He assured you everything would be okay and whispered words of comfort until you finally stopped crying. He continued running his fingers through your hair in the ear piercing silence, finally blurting out,

“Are you mad at me?”

“No Freddie, I’m not mad.” You said nonchalantly as you sat up next to him. 

“Even after all I said?”

“Yeah, even after all you said.” You laughed. “I know you didn’t mean it.” 

He smiled; it looked like a thousand pounds were lifted off his back. “Yeah, I didn’t mean it.” he giggled back. “You looked so mad, though.”

You’d never seen Freddie act so shy and depressed. He was acting quiet; for him that was never a good sign. You could tell he knew he was wrong. “I was mad at your impulsiveness. I’m fine joking around if it’s just us, and like I said I know you didn’t mean it. Knowing you, it probably just came out, but in front of the guys is what really got me upset. Mainly John’s reaction is what made me kind of mad.”

“I’m sorry.” He candidly admitted. 

“I know you are.” You smiled, giving him a hug. “I think I’m gonna go to John’s later tonight. Him and I need to hang out more anyways.” You smiled. 

“In your new car?”

“You know about that?” You said astonished.

“Oh of course I do, Darling. Watched the whole thing in the window.”

You laughed. “I’d bust on you, but I was planning on telling you what happened anyways so I guess your incessant nosy-ness saved me some breath.” 

“Still have to explain what lead up to that, I’m majorly confused about the weekend.”

“I will, I promise.”

After going into detail about what you and Roger did each day and how your romance bloomed over the trip leading all the way up to your departure just minutes before, it was silent. Freddie had just listened throughout the entire thing, and you could tell after finishing your story he was stuck thinking about something. Nothing was said for a while. 

“You know, you’re an absolute idiot.” He stated, seemingly out of nowhere. 

“Hey! Why do you say that?” You playfully defended. 

“Darling, look what you gave up. You gave up the guy of your dreams. The guy you’ve always wanted, type of guy looks and personality wise at least from what you’ve told me. I never would have expected all that from Roger. And have you seen the way he looks at you? I watched him all of rehearsal; he can’t keep his eyes off of you. I’d never seen Roger sadder than when you just broke up with him. I’ve known him for a little over a year, and been there when his parents divorced and grandmother died; neither time was his that upset. He knows what he could have with you; you can tell he sees it all now. I’m talking about a life with you, Y/N. a happiness, someone to rely on and pamper, and here you just threw it out the window.” 

“Well I guess I didn't think of it that way.” You admitted. 

“Obviously.” He scoffed.  

“Well,” You started, already shaking at what you were about to do. “There’s another big reason for why I decided not to stay with him.”

Here goes nothing. 

“Oh god, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You whispered. 

Freddie nodded his head expectantly. He’d had a realization. “This is the thing I don’t know, isn’t it?”

You nodded, trying to avoid his glare of betrayal. You and Freddie told each other everything. It was a part of your unofficial roommate agreement. You always wondered if there were things he didn’t tell you, but the way he was looking at you showed he’d never lied or kept anything from you once. It made you feel awful. 

“Well,” he spat, crossing his arms. “get on with it then.” 

“I, uh, I-” you stuttered, “I’m going to Spain.” You blurted out, voice cracking at the end of your confession in efforts not to cry. 

“That’s it? That’s what you thought you had to hide from me?”

“Well-”

“Y/N! Darling!” he laughed, “That’s nothing to hide from me! That’s so exciting! When are you to go? Maybe I could come with you!”

“I’m going for school, Freddie. I’m transferring. There was an opportunity that popped up, and I’ll be in one of the most prestigious orchestras in two years. I just didn’t know how to tell you I was leaving you because you’re really all I have, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You were trying to hold back your tears. 

“Oh.” He coughed. “Well, I-”

“Please don’t be mad,” you pled as you cut him off. 

“Y/N, I’m not mad, Darling. I’m insanely proud of you.” He laughed, getting choked up as a couple tears slid down his face. “Gonna miss you like crazy, but more proud than I’ve ever been in my life.” He smiled, flinging his arms around you as you cried happy tears of relief from stressing about him being mad. “Why didn't you think you could tell me?”  

“I just thought you’d be mad at me. You’ll be out of a place to live, won’t see me as much. I think it was honestly because I was afraid to lose you; didn’t want to accept that soon I wouldn’t be seeing you every day.” 

“Y/N. We’re gonna be just fine. I promise you.” He said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “So is this the real reason you said no to Roger?” 

“Yeah,” You sadly admitted. 

“Well, I can’t tell you what to do about this one, Love. This decision is up to you, you have to recognize what you can and can’t handle when you’re away.” 

You nodded. 

“Just give yourself time to think about it. Kay?”

“Kay.”

You took a deep breath, smiling at your friend, deeply thankful for all he’d done for you. 

“I’m gonna go to John’s, okay?” 

He nodded. “You calling to borrow your new car?” 

“No. I think it'd be better if I didn’t see Roger so soon.”

He nodded understandably. “So?”

“So, I’m gonna walk. I think it’ll be a good time for me to clear my head.” 

“Be safe.” 

You rolled your eyes. He was always so worried about you, your happiness, your well being. 

“I’ll be fine.” You laughed, quickly fixing your makeup as your grabbed a coat and reached for the door. 

“Call me when you get there!”

“Love you, Freddie!” You smiled shaking your head as you shut the door behind you. 

It was time to make things right. 

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Roger walked in the door with a slight buzz, yet mainly drunk on his depression. Brian sat in a recliner, glaring at Roger as he hung his coat on the hook. 

“I don’t wanna hear it right now, Brian. I just lost the love of my life.” 

“You’re being dramatic, Roger. I just wanted to-”

“You just wanted to what, Bri?!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air as he sat in a chair next to him. “Make me feel even worse? Remind me how bad of a friend I am? I’m sorry, okay? Sometimes things just happen!”

Brian took a deep breath.“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lost it. I just wanted her to be mine, but the decision isn’t up to me. It’s up to her. And if she chose you-”

“She didn’t choose me, mate.”

Brian was shocked. He couldn’t believe that without knowing anything, Freddie had predicted it all.

“Freddie was right about her again.” He said, shaking his head.

“I really thought she was going to, though. I damn near fell down when she decided we’d be parting ways. I really thought shed feel the same way; like we couldn’t live without each other. She’s going to Spain. That means you and I both shit out of luck. I tried to give her everything and she doesn’t care. When’d you talk to Freddie?” 

“I drove him home after rehearsal. I was upset because of everything that happened between the two of you, but Freddie said he didn’t think she had made a decision. He always knows what’s up with her, even without knowing the situation. So if you want her, you have to talk to Freddie.”

Roger thought for a moment. “But I have talked to Freddie. He told me she likes chocolate covered strawberries.” 

“No I mean you have to get closer with him, make it so he’ll tell her to go out with you; talk about you all the time. Not that I want you to do that, though.” Brian laughed. 

“Don’t worry, mate. I don’t think I’ll be hearing from her for a long time.” Pause “Do you think we have anything to worry about with her and Fred?”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing lately. I can’t tell if they’re close or if she likes him.” 

“Well then I guess we’re just gonna have to wait.” Roger said as he smiled hopefully at his friend. 

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You knocked on John’s door to his apartment after about a half hour walk. He opened it with the look on his face immediately going from shocked to mad. 

“Hi.”

“Please just let me explain, Deaky.”

He paused, and you were unsure of what he’d decide to do. Just as it looked like he was going to shut the door in your face, he opened all the way and slammed it shut behind you. 

You sat at his kitchen table after calling Freddie, unsure of what to say as he paced behind you. It was silent for a couple minutes. You played with your hair, put on a lip gloss, ripped up a napkin in front of you- anything to keep you distracted. It was obvious the thought of you and Roger had hurt him- something you never meant to do, but it got you thinking. Why had this upset him so much? There was only one explanation:

He had feelings for you. 

Although you just realized it, a part of you had always known.  He was still your best friend and always had been, but realizing he had feelings explained some of his actions from the last couple years of high school, like how he asked you to prom in October, eight months early. He said he didn’t want to wait and risk losing you to someone else. 

Risk losing you. 

It all made sense. You glanced back at him, his auburn hair flowing behind him as he paced, his almond eyes focused in frustration. You figured a part of you had feelings for him too, or else you wouldn’t be here right now trying to fix things. You smiled at the thought of you and John dating, how happy it’d make his mom, who loved you and always gave you the consolation you lacked in your own home. If you two ended up together, it’d seem like your whole life would have came full circle. 

“Why are you here?” he stated, breaking his silence as his pacing paused at a chair across from you.  

He caught you off guard, and with no idea what to say, you blurted out, “I like your hair.”

He looked at you puzzled, immediately confused, so he pulled out the chair and sat down. “What?”

“Um- I… I didn’t mean that.” You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. “Well I mean I did, your hair looks great. I like it long. But that’s not why I’m here.” You let out a sigh as John blew out a puff of air, attempting to not look at you. It was silent for a moment. “I think you know why I’m here.” 

“Fucking get on with it then. Guess I was a bloody idiot for not thinking this day would ever come.” He spat. 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s nothing- no sense in you knowing at this point. Just get it over with.” His voice was cold and hurt. It made you feel dreadful. 

“John I just wanna talk. Roger and I are over.”

His eyes perked up, figure relaxing a bit.  

“So you two were together?” 

“No, not really. I don’t know. I just don’t think he’s the right choice for me right now with how my life is kinda playing out. Now I know you got upset earlier, and I understand why, but there’s nothing with Roger and I anymore. In my eyes it was just like meeting someone at a bar and going home with them that night, or meeting someone on vacation. That’s happened to you before, right?” Of course that was a complete lie, you loved Roger, but you just were trying to make him happy at this point. 

He nodded. “Oh, I guess I over reacted.”

You smiled, seeing you were getting through to him.  

“What about the coats then?” 

“Roger bought those for us before we even went on the trip. He tried real hard to get us to be a real relationship; he really likes me. But I…” You sighed. “I just don’t know.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry I- Well, you know. I just- I’m sorry I don’t know how to say this.” He nervously laughed. 

“I know.” You smiled, reaching across the table for his hand. 

“You do?” 

You nodded. “Well I mean you stormed out when you heard I had sex with another guy, asked me if I loved him. I kinda put two and two together.” You laughed. 

“I was planning to ask you out a week after you got to school, did you know that?” He admitted, slightly sad yet sincere. 

“You what?”

He spoke with a smile lit across his face. “Mhm. Sat there under that willow tree crying like a baby for hours after you left me. I already had the order for the flowers in to a florist near my school, had the route highlighted on the map I’d be using to drive to your dorm.” his smile faded, a look of sadness replacing it.  “But that’s in the past. I’ve barely talked to you in over a year so, you know,”  He laughed awkwardly. “Things change. People change.” 

“Oh, John.” You gasped, hand slapping over your mouth as you tried to hold back the tears at the thought of what would have been. “I would’ve said yes.” You whispered. 

He shook his head in disbelief. Angry at himself for not asking you sooner, while also angry with you for cutting him out. “You- you can't tell me that now. You messed up, Y/N. Now you’ve gotta fix it.” 

“Don’t you think I know that!? Why couldn’t you have asked me earlier!?”

“Because I was afraid I’d lose you! In my eyes I couldn’t win! I’m always so fucking afraid of losing you, Y/N, yet look where we are now!” He yelled back. You both stood at the same time as your argument fumed larger. 

“Well maybe if you’d have stopped being so afraid, you wouldn’t have lost me! I would have been your girlfriend! You can’t just put this all on me John,” You yelled, hands flying up in the air, “you’re the one who couldn’t ask me out!”

“You’re the one who broke my heart romantically and lost me my best friend, so yeah, maybe I could have asked you out earlier! But excuse me if I wanted to be romantic and surprise you with it while you were all alone off at college! Maybe I can take some of the blame, but a lot of this is on you, Lovely!” He yelled, an annoyed tone apparently in his voice. 

“What about prom night!?!? Was that not romantic enough for you?! I got a purple dress because you say you like me in purple! I wanted to wear black! We danced just the two of us the entire night! Maybe if you made a move we’d be together!!!” 

“Maybe if you made a move and didn’t cut me off none of this would be happening! He yelled, the two of you now yelling in each other’s faces. 

“Maybe if you’d just shut up!” you yelled, grabbing his shoulders as you pulled him in for a kiss. His hands ran through your hair, and the kiss didn't go too far. It was so passionate from both of your anger, that it was very hard, yet there was so much behind it. Sparks seemed to fly as pent up emotions flooded around the two of you. He pulled away as you both just gasped for air. 

“Did you just kiss me?” He said. 

“Yeah?” 

“Oh my god, you just kissed me.” He paced. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this right now.” He said. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend-“ 

“Offend me? Y/N, Lovely, I’ve been waiting for this for years.” He said, smiling as he walked back over to you, caressing your cheek in his hand. “I’ve missed you. You always look like a little doll.” He smiled. “I’ve missed my best friend.” 

“I’ve missed you too, Deaky.” You said, tapping your finger on his nose. 

“Don’t think that was me friend-zoning you, because I’m not.” He said awkwardly, and it made you laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve missed my best friend too.” You glanced at the clock behind him. “I really should get going. I’ve got a half hour walk and I want to be back before sundown.” You smiled. 

“I’ll drive you.” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter immediately. 

“Oh no that’s alright. I like walking.”

“But I don’t want anything to happen to you, I don’t want to lose you again.” 

“I’ll be fine. Freddie’s waiting for me.” 

“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed. “Call me when you get home?” 

“Of course, just like old times.” You smiled, recollecting how John would make you call him when you got home from his house even though you just lived down the street. “Bye Deaky.” You said, kissing his cheek as you put in your coat. 

“Lovely,” he started, “What does this mean for us?”

“That we’re becoming close again?” You naively said. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I just can’t have a relationship right now. Are you free tomorrow? I don’t have classes Wednesday’s. I just want to explain why, where I’m going and all.” 

“I’m free whenever you need me to be, Y/N.” He smiled. “What time do you want me to pick you up? We can make a day out of it, just like old times.” He smiled, reaching for your hand. 

“Just like old times.” The saying made you warm and fuzzy. “Is one okay?” 

“Whatever you say, Darling.” He glowed, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you at one.” 

“Kay. Bye John.” You said, hugging him as you left his apartment. 

“Bye, Lovely.” He smiled, clutching his chest, the grin not leaving his face the entire night. 

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After you and Freddie ate, you both were awfully tired from the eventful day and decided to go to sleep, but had never felt so empty and uncomfortable. 

“Freddie, can you come lay with me?” You said in the darkness. 

“Mhm.” He responded, half awake. Once he laid next to you, he was out in seconds, but it still felt like something was missing. There was no chest to put your head on, or arms to be wrapped around your waist. The only thing you had was the body heat from another person, yet you still felt the longing deep in your heart. After hours of stone cold emptiness, it was about 3:30 in the morning, when you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You quietly got up and slipped on your slippers, throwing your silk robe over your shoulders as you quietly rushed to the phone at the end of the hall, dialing the number from Freddie’s address book.

“Hello?” The voice groggily said. 

“Hi, it’s Y/N. I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about how I miss having someone with me, and I know how I left things today, and was planning on taking to you tomorrow, but I had to call.”

“I can’t sleep either” 

“Can you come get me?”

He sighed. 

“Yup. ‘Course.” He said, grabbing a coat. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. 

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” The smile in his voice made you giddy with excitement. As you hung up the phone, something made you look down. 

The diamond in your treble clef necklace made you think about what you just had done. 

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A/N- Who do you think she called?? Rog or John? I hope youre just as shook as i am!Q&A tmmw! Love y’all-C

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You hadn’t spoken to your parents in quite some time. When Christmas came, you called them two weeks before and explained your situation, and to say the least, they were absolutely furious. They demanded you come home instantly and even tried calling the school, but as you said to John all those months ago, there was nothing they could do. You were a legal adult who was entirely paying for her own college. Freddie said they were trying to push some “tough love” on you when they told you that you wouldn’t be seeing them on Christmas or any breaks unless you came home, thinking that would break you, but instead you put on a strong façade and told your mother that if that was how she was going to treat her daughter, than you wanted nothing to do with them and hung up, immediately flinging into Freddie’s arms and crying hysterically. In that moment, Fred scooped you up and carried you to your shared room and held you in his lap as you cried until you fell asleep that night. He’d never seen you so depressed. You barely spoke to him and didn’t leave the room for a week. One day, when Freddie came home from his class, he walked in to find you laying on your side facing the wall, unsure if you were asleep, so he decided to tell you the good news anyways. 

“Hello darling. I know you haven’t wanted to talk, and that’s perfectly fine, but I just hope you’re as okay as you can be. I think about you all day. I’m dreadfully worried about you. Well, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I left quite early this morning and instead went to see my mum and dad. I told them about what happened and they feel awful. Even though we’re from India, ever since we came here we’ve always celebrated Christmas to be more a part of British culture. They said no one should be alone on Christmas, and you’re more than welcome to come stay with us? Mum and I went out shopping, and we already have presents for you, love. All you have to do is say you’ll come with me.” You’d never heard Freddie speak so quietly and sad, and didn’t move a muscle for a couple minutes. Freddie thought he was speaking to a wall until he saw the small shake of your shoulders as you croaked out, 

“Really?” You rolled over to see your friend with a big smile on his face. 

“Well of course, darling! You’re like the twin I never had; you’re my better half and I love you with all my heart. Anywhere I go, you’re always welcome to accompany me.”

Freddie didn’t need a verbal confirmation that you’d be joining him. Instead, you stepped out of your bed for the first time in days, ran over to him and engulfed him in a massive hug, quietly sobbing into his shoulder as you whispered, “Thank you” over and over again. 

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Freddie’s family became your own, and you felt as if they were the parents you never had. They loved to hear the two of you play your instruments together in their family room, and felt as though you really had a special connection. One night after Christmas you and Freddie decided to go out to see a band play at a local college club, and before you stepped out of the door in your favorite clubbing disco dress with a thin, yet cute coat over it, Bomi, Freddie’s dad stopped you both. 

“Hold on. No daughter of mine is going out in this weather without a proper coat.” He smiled. 

“Daughter?” You replied, unable to control the smile growing on your face. 

“Daughter. Now here dear, you can borrow mums fur coat. Don’t lose it!” He said with a finger in your face. 

“I won’t, not in a million years. Thanks Mr. Bulsara.”

“You can call me dad, y/n, if you want to. We don’t mind. Everyone deserves to have supportive parents, and we’d love to fill that gap.”

You immediately teared up from your happiness at the situation you were in. You finally had a home. “Thank you, dad.” You enveloped him in a tight hug, and after a little while he patted your back and said,

“Now go have fun! But not too much fun! Don’t let anything happen to her Farrokh!” He called after you as he pushed you out the door. 

You both turned to see him at the door and blew him a kiss simultaneously as you walked hand in hand to the car. 

“I’m mad at you, y/n.” Freddie pouted. 

“What could I have possibly done now?” You laughed, exasperated of his daily dramatics. 

“Dad let you borrow mum's fur coat. I never get to borrow mum’s fur coat!” He sighed flamboyantly. 

“Oh, hush. Poor Farrokh.” You dragged, eager to mock him. 

“If you keep calling me that, I’ll actually be mad!”

“But it’s so cute!”

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You arrived at the club, and noticed all of the posters for the band strategically placed around the room. The band was called Smile, and Freddie said he’d been following them for quite some time now. 

“So, you think they’re good then, Fred?”

“Well, they have great potential.” He strategically replied. 

“So, they’re only half good?” You sighed. 

“Just wait and see, I can’t explain it.” Freddie quickly brushed the subject away. “Come on love! We’ve got 25 minutes before they come on. Let’s dance!” And just as quickly as he brushed away the subject, he’d grabbed your hand and whisked you off to the front of the dance floor. 

You recognized the song immediately: Le Freak, by Chic. “Seriously Fred?! Front of the floor where everyone can see us?!” You screamed over the loud music, laughing as Freddie spinned you. 

“Of course darling! You’re a marvelous dancer. Show it and have fun!”

Freddie was right; you were an excellent dancer. You naturally had great rhythm from playing violin for so long, and your dancing to disco was the perfect mix between popular disco dancing and more sultry, sexier moves. Next, Brick House by the Commodores came on, and the crowd cheered, and so did you and Fred. The two of you had come up with some sort of routine to this in your dorm when you were bored. “Freddie! Did you put this on?” You squealed.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Now show everyone our marvelous routine. Since we’re not the act, we must put on our own show!” He declared. 

You started your choreography, immediately getting nervous, because this dance you’d made up required a lot of hip movement, and you were kind of embarrassed to do it in public. When you got to the place where you were standing right in front of Freddie for the chorus, he whispered in your ear, “Let loose darling, just pretend we’re back home.” 

And that was all you needed to let loose and really get into the moment. Freddie carefully pulled his mother’s coat from your shoulders and threw it on the edge of the stage in front of you. Little did you know, there were two pairs of eyes watching you intently. 

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“Brian! Brian hurry! You’ve got to see this girl dancing!” Roger yelled back to the small room they were using a dressing room. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming! She can’t be anyone I haven’t seen before, Rog, we hardly ever get new audience members.” Brian said as he walked to the curtain his friend was peering behind. “I’m sure she’s pretty, but she can’t be that p-” and for the first time in his life, Brian had set eyes on the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. “Holy shit.” 

“I told you!!” Roger smirked, and continued gawking at you. 

“She’s gorgeous.” Brian stated, still in awe of the dancing he was witnessing. 

“She’s a goddess.” Roger replied in the same tone. 

“How the hell does she move her hips like that mate?” 

“I don’t know Bri, but I’d like to find out. Say, that bloke she’s with, he’s a regular of ours, right?”

Roger asked. 

“Yup. Lucky Bastard.” Brian said as they watched you press your back up against Freddie. 

The song ended, much to Brian and Roger’s demise, and with an angelic smile on your face you grabbed mum’s fur coat and draped it over your shoulders. 

“She wears fur coats too? I don’t even know her name and she’s gonna be the bloody death of me Brian. Bloody hell.” Roger sighed. 

“Guys! We’re going on in 10! Get back here!” Tim yelled to his band mates, and much to their disappointment, Brian and Roger returned to the dressing room. 

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As the band prepared to go on, Freddie grabbed you a water to cool down, and you noticed the blonde drummer. Not bad looking, not in the slightest bit. The guitarist was cute too, but once they started playing, you broke from your trance and could see why Fred wouldn’t give you his honest opinion. When he returned, you said, “I see what you mean Fred. They all have potential, but just don’t work great together. The drummer and guitarist are doing pretty okay though.” 

“And that’s why I’m going to be their new singer.” Freddie said nonchalantly. 

You almost spit out your water. “What? How?” 

“Oh I don’t know yet, darling. But I always get my way.” Freddie watched them intently until the end of their show, and you left soon after. You weren’t crazy about Smile, so you hardly ever went to their performances with Freddie. But hey, at least it’s members were cute. 

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About One year later, October 1970:

It was the next school year, your sophomore year and Freddie’s senior year, and Freddie was still living in your dorm. The two of you couldn’t have been happier to do everything with each other. You were truly the definition of best friends. 

“Y/n hurry up! You look fine, darling! Your dress looks great, you look great, your hair is fine, now let’s go!” Freddie sassed, hands on his hips while he absentmindedly paced around the room. 

“Oh would you look at that? The Queen of making me fashionably late to everything is sassing me for making him late! Oh how the tables have turned.” You smirked, turning back to the mirror to complete your makeup. You could see his face in the background of the mirror. He was evidently pissed off, yet also laughing at your quirks at the same time. 

“I’m glad someone finally noticed I’m the queen around here.” He quickly snapped back as your tried to hold in your laughter. You’d just finished your eye shadow and went to grab your eyeliner, when Freddie quickly snatched it out of your hand. 

“What the hell was that for!” You fumed, face turning red.

“Oh hush darling, we both know you’re dreadful at doing eyeliner. Now close your eyes so we can get out of here.” You obeyed his command and closed your eyes, and Freddie quickly gave you the perfect eyeliner. 

As you admired his work while you put on mascara, you quietly muttered, “I really don’t know how you do it. My hands always shake. Takes me-“

“Ten tries to do your eyeliner! We know! Now let’s go, y/n!” Freddie grabbed your hand and yanked you out the door just as you finished your last stroke of mascara and grabbed mum’s coat, leaving you laughing like a mad man at your friends’ impulsiveness. 

“Freddie Mercury! You’ll be the death of me!” you screeched. Freddie had just legally changed his last name to Mercury right as the new, still untitled band had formed, not wanting his mates to know him as anything else. Since Freddie’s parents let you bring Jer’s coat back to school, you and Freddie shared it frequently. Although more often than not you fought over who would wear it, since you went everywhere together. 

The two of you walked close side by side down the busy London streets toward Imperial College where Freddie’s new band mates, Brian and Roger, go to school and had secured the four of them a large practice space in the music building. The trees were filled with leaves around you, and it was a rare, yet beautifully sunny day in London. You were just happy to spend it with your best friend. 

“Say, Fred. Brian and Roger. Are they the same blokes of the same name from that awful band you took me to in December?” You quipped, knowing your choice of words would irritate him. 

“For the millionth time, the band wasn’t bad, they just weren’t right. I told you all they needed was me, and they got me.” Freddie proudly stated, puffing his chest out as he walked. His confidence overwhelmed you at times. Not in a bad way. Just… interesting, to say the least. 

“And, how are they? Do you like them?” You interrogated. You and Fred had both come quite protective of one another, so naturally, you had to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt. 

“I love them. We’ve become good friends. We held auditions for a bassist, found a guy named John. He fit with our style the best. I want to get to know him more. He’s quite talented, just awfully quiet. But we’ll be friends soon; I’m not worried about it. I’m quite easy to become friends with. Some girl I’m close with told me so.” he winked, and started fast walking ahead of you. 

“Hey, wait up!” You said as you jogged to him. Once you reached him, you took his hand in yours, not romantically in any way, but just as close friends do when discussing something serious. “Is that so, that some girl told you that you were easy to become friends with? Quite a compliment huh?” 

“Oh, one of the very best compliments I’ve ever gotten, darling. I’m quite close with her actually. She’s rather great.”  He smugly said as the two of you continued your little game. 

“Is she now? What’s she like? You still friends with her?” You laughed. 

“Oh yes. And of course we’re still friends! I’d never let someone like her slip away! Not in a million years. I’d even say she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. No one could ever take her place. She’s sweet, kind, caring, hilarious; the list goes on and on, darling.”

The two of you just smiled at each other after that.  Sometimes, no words had to be said. A look said one thousand words. “You’re my eternal best friend too.” 

“I like that! Eternal best friends. What a title! You’re a genius. This is exactly why we’re friends darling, we think so alike.” Once again the two of you had nothing to say.

 A couple minutes later you said. “Love ya Fred.” 

And he looked down at you with a smile and said “Love ya too.”  

As the two of you entered the college and followed the hand drawn map one of Freddie's friends must have drawn for him, you remembered about the new bassist Freddie was speaking of. John. John the bassist. Could it be? Could it actually be your friend John Deacon from High School? Though you knew it was silly of you to assume it was your childhood friend, for John was just about the most common name of the century, and you were sure multiple John’s played the bass, a little part of you wanted it to be your friend. You wanted to make things right. 

“Hey Fred, that bassist you mentioned. You know his last name?” 

“Why?”

“Oh just wondering is all. Might know him.” You tried not to let on you were thinking about your childhood friend John. Anytime you brought him up to Freddie, you always ended up crying and he’d end up worrying about you, so you figured at this point it was better to just say nothing. 

“I mean I do, and I don’t. I’ve heard it before, I just forgot it.” He quickly spat out, opening the door to the music building for you both. 

You walked in silence, encompassed by your thoughts until Freddie opened another door into a large rehearsal space. Freddie said hello to his mates, tapped your arm to say he’d be leaving you, and went to warm up on the piano in the corner. You took off your coat and placed it on the large chair to the right of the door. The other three members were there faced away from you tending to their instruments. You immediately recognized Roger, the blonde from that band Smile. His hair could make him stand out miles away. You then noticed the other, dark, curly haired man picking up a guitar, whom you also recognized from the band, and assumed he was Brian. That left the newly appointed bassist who was still facing away from you. He nearly took your breath away. From behind, he looked just like your John. Was it possible? His long, wavy, light brown hair stopped just below his shoulders, and you watched him intently. 

“Darling,” Freddie called to you, “This is Roger, that’s Brian, and over there is John. Everyone, this is y/n.” 

At the mention of your name, the bassist whipped his head around to look at you. It was him. It was John Deacon. John Deacon, your friend all throughout grade school. Your friend that you ditched, and then felt bad about it for the entire year following your mistake. 

“Lovely?” He asked face full of surprise and happiness. 

“Deaky?” You replied back, just as surprised and happy as your old friend. 

You ran to him and jumped into his arms, and he tightly held you as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“You’re here?! What are you doing here love! It's been a year! You look amazing! How’s school and-” John was speaking a mile a minute. He probably had millions of questions for you, though that was understandable considering the way you left things. His arms were still around you as you two stood pressed against each other. 

You cut him off, laughing. “John, John! I can only answer so many questions love! Why of course I’m here! I met Freddie at school! He’s been my saving grace over the last year. You look wonderful too! School’s just fine. You know, school.” You laughed, nervously. Hoping to avoid the topic of your parents. Your parents. You’d just realized you hadn’t spoken to them or seen them in over a year. What a dreadful thought. 

Brian and Roger only saw you from behind as you and John stood intertwined. Roger sat on his bass drum, dumbfounded at the interaction happening in front of him, while Brian started to put two and two together, realizing you were the girl he entitled “the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen” in December. 

You turned around to say hello to Brian and Roger and formally introduce yourself, but as you turned around Brian loudly gasped, confusing you. Brian nudged Roger as he still sat there clueless, just happy to see a pretty girl in front of him. “What was that for, mate?” Roger whined as Brian quickly flashed his eyes between you, Freddie, and your fur coat. You saw a lightbulb go off in Rogers’ brain as he remarked, “Oh. My. God.” and shook Brian’s arm with a huge smile. 

You stood in front of John, completely confused at the situation unfurling in front of you. Both men quickly stood up and rushed toward you. 

“Hi, I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.”

“Hello love, I’m Brian.”

They said simultaneously, Roger with a cocky smirk and Brian with an endearing smile. Then, both realizing they spoke at the same time, quickly turned their heads at each other, flashed a look of disbelief and anger, and started quietly bickering. You found their actions quite adorable, and let out an airy laugh which immediately stopped their feud, making them look at you intently. 

“Hi dears,” you said, still chuckling, “I’m y/n. Pleasure to finally meet you! I came to one of your Smile concerts with Freddie.” you smiled. 

To your amuse, both men stuttered, unable to form a sentence. John looked on, trying to piece together what was happening, yet also getting jealous at his two new band mates for flirting with you. Though he hadn’t seen you in a year, and planned to ask you out two August’s ago, he still hadn’t gotten over you. Now that you were back in his life, he was going to make sure you stayed. 

“Oh I know. Couldn’t forget you love.” Roger finally managed to say, while Brian stuttered, 

“Y-you’re absolutely gorgeous.” And immediately hitting himself in the head. 

You laughed again, “Well thank you both! Especially you Brian.” You placed a hand on his chest as you walked toward the other side of the room toward Freddie who was sitting on the piano bench, laughing hysterically at the situation in front of him. As soon as you got close to him, he grabbed your arm and yanked you down next to him. 

“You know John?!” He whisper screamed. 

“Freddie! That’s John.” You responded back in the same tone. The three boys watched your whisper-argument with curiosity. 

“Well I know that darling! But how do you know him!” 

“Fred. It’s. J o h n. John my best friend who’s heart I broke right before I came to college!” 

Freddie let out a loud gasp and covered his mouth, leaving you two laughing hysterically for a moment, and then you turned back to your important discussion. 

“And your friends, Brian and Roger, are completely gawking over me!” 

“Oh I know darling! It’s quite hilarious! John likes you too, you know. I can tell by the way he looks at you” Freddie whispered, nudging your shoulder. 

“Oh hush, he does not!”

“So does, darling. This is going to be quite interesting.” He smirked. 

Brian cleared his throat, catching yours and Freddie’s attention. “So, um, how exactly do you two know each other?”

“Oh!” you perkily responded. “We live together!” You said, grabbing Fred’s hand and smiling at him. 

“Fuck.” Roger muttered under his breath, yet audible enough for the room to hear. 

“Oh! No! It’s not like that!” You said, letting go of Freddie’s hand, both of you laughing. 

“No darlings, not like that at all.” Freddie added. 

“Freddie’s my best friend. He helped me through some really rough patches, and I him, so he ended up moving into my dorm, and now we’re entirely inseparable.” You assured. 

“That used to be me.” John said, sadly. 

“Oh Deaky,” You said, walking to his side. “We’ll get there again, I promise.” 

“Yes dear, very well. Say you also need to talk to him and explain things soon!” Freddie chipped in. 

“Freddie!” You said, turning to him. Eyes wide and fuming with an, ‘are you kidding me?’ Look. 

“Hold on love, hold on.” Roger interjected. “Deaky? You call him Deaky?” Roger smiled. 

The other three members laughed at your nickname, and Freddie shouted “We’re so taking that! What an amazing nickname! I’m so glad I dragged you with me today! This is like watching a sit-com from over here in my nice cozy piano corner.” Brian, Roger, and Freddie were still in a bout of hysterics when John interjected,

“Well, I always found it quite endearing.”  He said, quiet as a mouse. His body language said he was dreadfully nervous. Was it from the situation, or from you?

The other three stopped instantly. “What do you mean, always John?” Brian asked. 

“Well y/n’s always called me Deaky, and I always called her Lovely. You know why? Remember that song, Isn’t She Lovely? Well, the description in that song is just her.” John smiled at you. “She’s an amazing violinist, that’s actually what she’s going to school for, right?” John asked you. 

“Yes! Oh I couldn’t change my major for the world. Violin performance. I hope to be in a symphony or something one day. It’s truly my passion.” You explained to Brian and Roger. 

“And if I may interject,” Freddie began.

“Well you’re going to anyways, so get on with it.” You said sarcastically, earning a laugh from your admirers. 

“Man, cats and dogs you two, eh?” Roger said. 

“Yes darling but I’m the cat.” Freddie proclaimed, sitting up as straight as possible, extremely proud of his friends analogy, and clinging to it as some sort of defense from the earful he was sure to get when the two of you got home. 

“Get on with it Fred!” You said, clearly annoyed. 

“Oh! Right! Well, Roger, you were saying it annoys you when Brian plays his guitar in your apartment sometimes, and Brian, I’m almost positive you said the same about Roger and his drums. But with y/n? It’s not like that one bit. I’ve never heard anyone play like that. It’s mesmerizing. Absolutely angelic. Sometimes I ask her to play just so I can fall asleep. She’s really a true talent.” His compliments cleared away your annoyance, and filled your heart with smiles. Though he got on your nerves, Freddie truly was the angel in your life. 

“Well, I’d love to hear you play one time, y/n. That is, only if you’re up to it.” Brian said, and you nodded in approval of his proposal. “But say, John, you never did really get into how you two knew each other?”

“Y/n and I went to primary school all the way through high school together. We lived quite close together too, always were good friends.” You noticed his emphasis on the word were, and it made your stomach drop. His tone then turned more pushy. It showed how hurt he was. “We grew up in the small, cute town of Leicester. I love it. Though I guess it’s not big enough for some.” John said, glaring your way. 

“John, please stop.” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as a tear fell down your face. 

He ignored your request. “Well, we were the closest of friends, until our last day. Was actually my birthday, in fact, and her last day before college too. And well, let’s just say out of respect we haven’t seen each other, talked to each other, or written to each other since.” He said angrily, pushing his point through each sentence. He was trying to prove how hurt he was. 

At this point you were completely silently crying, yet the tears fell down your face profusely. Freddie stood protectively, and slowly walked toward the four of you, but was unsure of how to handle the situation. “John please. You know it’s not like that.” You said, voice full of disbelief at the things he was saying to you, and crossing your arms for some sort of protection. But he wasn’t done. 

“I visit Leicester frequently. Love to see everyone I grew up with. Say y/n, how are your parents? They doing alright? Handling everything swell? Where’d you go for your annual summer trip.” John smiled, knowing he got his message through to you, and probably everyone in the room, yet everyone saw through him to how hurt he really was. Although, his last four questions were your breaking point. 

You threw him a look of disbelief and hurt, and you saw his smirk fade and eyes soften, yet wide in realization of what he just said. You stared at him for a moment more, let out a breath of disgust and turned, storming for your coat to flee out the door. You saw Freddie instantly step to follow you. “Don’t follow me right now, Freddie.” You warned. 

As you reached your coat, Freddie put his hand on your shoulder. Which you immediately brushed off. “Fred, leave me alone.” You spat out through your tears, which were flowing uncontrollably. You put on your jacket, and stormed to the door. Yet Freddie, being the devoted eternal best friend he was, followed quickly in your footsteps and reached to open the door for you, which made you absolutely livid. 

“Farrokh Bulsara! Stop! Leave me alone! I don’t want to see you right now!” You screamed through your tears, which left Freddie motionless as you turned around and slammed the door in his face. 

Freddie turned back toward the boys, and saw John sitting in the window crying. Though he was furious with him, he understood why he did what he did. He was extremely hurt by the actions you pulled months prior, and had probably spoken to your parents in one of his visits home, and could see how they were hurting too. Brian and Roger just sat there clueless, yet Roger had a fire in his eye that gave Freddie the impression he was going to punch John. He broke the silence. 

“I know all about this situation. Heard about it more than I’d like to admit, but I want you two to know that our Johnny boy is not at fault here. We’re his actions wrong? Yes. Darling, you were a little harsh, but considering the situation, she had it coming. I just don’t think she realized how hurt you are, and when it all came out she perceived it as hatred. It was too much for her to handle all at once. This is why I said you two need to talk.” Freddie said, his last sentence filled with anger. 

“Right now though John, I’d appreciate it if you’d come sit here across from me. I need to fill you in.” Freddie's protectiveness was coming out. John humbly got up from his recluse location and slowly meandered to the seat he was instructed to sit in. 

“Darlings?” he addressed Brian and Roger. “Could one of you go find her?” His eyes pleaded how worried he was, and Brian pulled Roger to the side.  

“Rog, I’ll go find her, but you’ve gotta stay here.” He warned. 

“Why do you get to go after the pretty girl Brian. Not fair to me, ya know. I haven’t had a girl in weeks!” 

“And I haven’t had one for months! But this is beside the point right now Rog. If they get in a fight, you can break it up better than I can. And one of us should stay so that way we can judge John’s character and see if it’s actually not his fault, as Freddie says. I vote you to stay back.”

Roger paused for a moment, taking in what Brian said. “Alright fine.” He resigned. 

“But pay attention. I’d like to know the situation at hand.” He said, putting on his coat and walking out the door. 

Roger walked back over to the two seated men, and leaned on the wall in between them. “Brian went to get ‘er. She’ll be alright Fred.” 

“Alright then let’s get started. I already know the whole situation, so tell me how you’ve been feeling, Deacon, and then I’ll fill you in on y/n’s point of view.” He said, with a renewed tone of voice in his normal, calming tone. 

“Wait, wait I’m sorry, before you start. Y/n called you Farrokh?” Roger asked. 

“Oh shut up.”

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Brian walked the entire premise, dumbfounded as to where you could be, and then thought to check the biology garden which was behind the music school. He originally didn’t see you, and thought he would be going back to the band, until he heard a sniffle, and saw it coming from a white furry blob sitting among the pumpkins, and headed your way. 

“Hey Cinderella, didn’t make it home from the ball in time?” He joked, and you looked up at him, and chuckled through your tears. He sat down next to you, both of your backs leaning on the large pumpkin behind you, and he put an arm around your shoulders, with you immediately burying your head in his chest, and continued crying. Brian rubbed his hand on your back, whispering “Shh” in an attempt to calm you down. 

A couple minutes later after you had finished crying, you looked up at him and said, 

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“I know. That’s fine. I’m just here to be with you. Ensure you’re not alone.”

A couple more minutes of silence. 

“Once you find out you’ll think less of me. You’re destined to find out.” You sighed. 

Brian chuckled. “Love, that’s not possible.”

“What do you mean?”

He laughed again, nervous to tell you. “Y/n, you’re even perfect when you cry. Not many people can say that.” 

“That’s impossible, Bri. I-”

“Love, you know what I said when I first saw you?”

“Yes, you said, ‘Hello love, I’m Brian.’” You laughed in that airy, angelic laugh of yours.

God, that laugh. Brian thought. That laugh could stop my heart and I’d be okay with it. “Not today dear, way back in December, Roger noticed you dancing before our show and called me over,” 

“Called you over for what?”

“Oh, well- uh” he let out a nervous laugh “that’s beside the fact. You know what I thought when I first saw you?” 

The October wind blew your hair out of your face, and you shook your head no. 

“I thought, ‘that’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’. Swear to god. I’m an awful liar. I’m not joking with you love, and even though ten months have passed, I still stand by my statement. No one else has ever taken my breath away like that.” He smiled at you, and laughed because of how nervous he was. 

You smiled at him in disbelief of the words he was saying, and a single tear streamed down your face, though not a tear of sadness, a tear of happiness. 

“Oh no no no love don’t cry again! I’m so sorry what did I do?” he said frantically, reaching a hand up to brush away your tear. 

You chuckled again, and grabbed his wrist and pulled it down from your face, taking his hand in yours. “Oh nothing at all Brian, in fact you did everything right. What you said…made me so happy. It’s just- no one has ever said ever said that about me before. It was so sweet.” You looked up at him, smiling. 

“You’re joking, no one’s told you how gorgeous you are before?” 

You shook your head. 

“Well maybe you’ve just been in the wrong place your whole life.” he smiled. 

“Tell me about it. I’ve been saying that for a while now.” 

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You and Brian re entered the room to find the three guys laughing like old friends. 

“It must have gone well” Brian bent down and whispered in your year, causing you to giggle. At the sound of a new noise in the room, John, Freddie, and Roger looked at you and Brian intently, and the room quieted. 

Freddie hesitantly walked up toward you like a scared puppy that was afraid to be scolded, and stopped about 3 feet away from you, warily looking at you to see if you’d push him away again. 

“Come here Freddie.” You smiled with open arms and he engulfed you in a large hug. 

“It’s all going to be just fine. I’ve made sure of it.” He said. 

“I’m gonna go Fred.” You bashfully admitted. 

“Nonsense! You shouldn’t walk alone and you must hear us! Give me your opinion! Help think of a band name! After all, what are eternal best friends for!”

“Okay, okay.” You resigned.

As you broke your hug, you declared, “Now, after an hour and a half of drama, why don’t you do what we all came her for, and what I came to hear! Play me things! I want to hear what you’ve got.” You smiled, sitting on the ground right in front of Freddie’s mic stand to ensure you got an absolute front row seat. 

They played an old Smile song called Doing Alright, and about 4 covers of artists like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and Elvis Presley, and you paid attention to each of them, with all of their skills shining through. You understood what Fred meant now. All of them are amazing players, Tim just wasn’t the right person to unify Roger and Brian. But together, the four of them produced an amazing sound. It was something you knew was just perfect. As they finished, you stood from your sitting position and clapped. 

“Bravo! You play wonderfully together! I’m so glad I came for this!” You said, hugging them each. Besides Freddie, whose hugs you were used to, Roger’s was the most passionate, though John’s was very nervous, short, and shy, although that made sense with the situation at hand. 

You chatted with Freddie as they packed up, though he had the least to do and you were ready to leave quickly. You said your goodbyes to everyone, and headed out the door. 

John left about 10 minutes after you and Freddie, leaving Brian and Roger to close up the room. 

“She obviously likes you more right now mate, ‘cause you were her knight in shining armor. It’s not fair Brian. Though watch out, I’m gonna get ‘er soon. ‘ve got a plan.” Roger said jokingly, although he was entirely serious. 

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You and Freddie had been walking hand-in-hand on your way back home, though neither of you said a word. About 10 minutes into your journey you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Freddie. For the way I acted earlier. I was hurt, and just wanted to be left alone and didn’t express it correctly. You know how much you mean to me, and it’s just how I am sometimes. I know that’s no justification, but it’s the truth. I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t you worry bout a thing, darling. We’re just fine. I’ve lived with you for over a year, and you don’t think I know your crazy antics?” he chuckled. “You’re absolutely fine. John was being a Class A dick, how else were you supposed to act? Do I think there was the right place? Absolutely not. But it happened, and I hate to not take your side, but you know you had it coming.”

“I know.” you guiltily admitted 

Freddie stopped walking. “Come here love.” 

You buried your head in his chest, and wrapped you in a tight hug. 

“I could never be mad at you. We’re eternal best friends.” He quietly admitted. 

“Eternal best friends forever.” You responded, smiling into his multicolored coat. 

“You know, you smell like my mom in this coat. It’s quite odd.” Freddie admitted, which broke your hug, ruined the moment, and left the two of you hysterically laughing. 

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About two hours after you got home, you and Freddie were both doing school work on your bed. You were adding some markings to a violin solo while he drew a new design, when you heard a knock on the door. You looked at Freddie, hoping to coax him into getting it with a look, but he just smiled as if he had a sixth sense as to who was behind that door. Seeing as he wasn’t budging, you opened the door, and the sight nearly took your breath away. It was John, holding a bouquet of flowers with a little plastic thing in the middle of them that read “I’m sorry”. 

“Oh John!” Freddie said. “So good to see you! Come right on in, I was actually just going to the coffee shop to work on my drawing further. I’ll bring you back our normal, love.” And with that he quickly put his drawing and pencils in his messenger bag, threw his jacket on, and just before he closed the door behind himself he winked at you.  Of course Freddie had something to do with this. How would John have gotten to your exact dorm without him. His people skills were astounding. 

“John! Thank you for the flowers, you’re too sweet.” You took them from him, and pulled him in for a hug. “Please, come sit!” You motioned him over to your bed. 

“I truly am sorry, Lovely. You were my best friend, and then to just have you out of my life like that was a complete shock to say the least. All the hurt I was feeling just came out, and not nearly in any logical fashion. I was hurtful, and I’m so sorry. I know it was a funny way of showing it, but I am. Freddie told me your point of view, and I guess I understand now. He told me how this was your dream, and of how well you were doing in school, and even how unsupportive your parents were even before you game here, and especially how they were when you called them at Christmas. I didn’t realize how stressful things were. I’m sorry for bringing them up. I understand why you did things the way you did now, but I’m just hoping you don’t still want me out of your life. Freddie said how you’d been crying about not talking to me, and just as much as you’ve been crying, I’ve been crying more. I’ve been wanting to reach out to you, but I was afraid I’d anger you. I didn’t know what to do. I just want you back in my life, Lovely. I need you. Life is hard without your best friend. I know Freddie took my-”

You were softly crying at his words, not in a bad or hurt way, just overwhelmed with emotion. “Deaky, Freddie could never take your place. I’ve known him for a year, I’ve known you since primary school. We’re a different kind of friendship. I realized I messed up with you in my first 2 weeks of school, and was crying my eyes out on the daily, wanting to call you, yet I thought you’d be furious with me, so I made myself hold off. I know it was a bitchy move. I’m just hoping you’ll forgive me?”

John laughed through his tears. “I forgave you as soon as you left me y/n. Was I hurt? Yeah. What you saw today was all my hurt coming out. But I couldn’t stay mad at you. Not then, not now, not ever.” he smiled. 

You hurriedly wrapped him in a huge hug, both of you softly crying on contact, just so happy to have your friend back. 

“I want my Deaky back. I’m not pushing you away again. God, I don’t think I could handle it.”

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John stayed 2 hours longer until Freddie returned home with a white chai latte for you both, and said his goodbyes. You were so happy to have had that time to catch up over the last year with your John, that you were practically dancing around the dorm, which made Freddie smile. 

“I know you helped with that, Fred. Gave him our address I mean. I don’t mind in the slightest bit. It made me so happy to see him. So I guess this is a thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip of your latte. 

“You didn’t fuck him while I was gone, did you? Well if you did, good job love. But I’m just wondering because it’d explain your giddiness.” 

You almost spat out your coffee. “Freddie! No I did not have sex with John and I could not! Well, I- no!” You laughed, and he joined in with you. 

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Two nights later, a Wednesday, you were both settled down and had turned on the TV Freddie’s parents gave you two, and at about 8:45 heard a rustling under the door. There was a folded piece of paper on the floor with something written on it. Freddie saw how much the occurrence freaked you out, and got up to grab the paper, and looked through the peephole, but no one was there. 

“It’s addressed to you, darling.” He said, handing it over to you, as he sat back next to you and put his head on your shoulder to read the note with you. 

It read “y/n y/l/n” on the front in chicken scratch, and you unfolded it to find the following note. 

“Dear y/n, 

I’ve made plans for us to go to my dads beach house west in South Cornwall right on the cliff overlooking Porthcurno beach. There’s a heat wave coming, so weather will actually be summer warm, especially there. I just wanted to get to know ya’ better. Compared to the rest, I feel like I’m missing out. Only get my number from Fred and call if you have unmovable plans that you can’t miss, and can’t go, and by unmovable plans I don’t mean homework. :) 

I’ll drive. Pick you up Friday at 3 (Freddie said you didn’t have any classes)

 It’s a date. 

Your favourite band member, 

R. Taylor ”

You gasped and held the letter to your chest after you read it a second time to make sure you weren’t dreaming, while Freddie was giggling in your ear. 

“You knew about this?!” You exclaimed, smiling. 

“Of course! I had to! Poor Roggie-boy was just so endearing, I couldn’t resist! You’re clearly not mad, are you?”

“No!” You laughed. “I’m excited! He’s attractive!” you admitted, and thought about the last line of the note. 

“It’s a date.”

Well, you surely hoped it was. 

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A/n: I hope you all enjoyed!! Are you as torn on who you like best as I am? Shoot me an ask and lmk. As always, just reach out if you wanna be added to the taglist. I CANT WAIT FOR THE AESTHETIC BOARD also... next chapter is beach w/ roger :)))))))))))))))

“Baby? Breakfast is ready.” You opened your eyes to see Roger smiling down at you and a tray of food for two at the end of the bed. As you smiled back at him you yawned and sat up. You both ate while making small conversation as you each attempted to wake up. You were almost finished when you said, 

“This tastes great. Took a while, but good job Roggie.” You teased. 

“Hey! I don’t even like it when Freddie calls me that, Love. And I tried my best…” he looked down, pretending to be hurt. 

“I know, I know.”

“I just wanna make you happy,” he shyly confessed, sitting cross legged across from you taking the last bite of his eggs. 

“And why is that, Mr. Taylor?” You said smiling. 

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“Rog,” you said while blushing. 

“I’ve been really into you for a while Y/N. I mean we both remember seeing each other at the Smile gig a few months back, but I don’t even think you recognized me when we’d see each other out. You bumped into me and Bri when you’d be out with Freddie a lot, you came to pick Freddie up from a bar that we were all at, and you ran into me leaving your dorm when I was hanging out with Freddie while you were at orchestra rehearsal. Monday wasn’t our first time meeting. You don’t remember me; it’s okay, I just would notice you because of how beautiful I found you all those months ago. You’re just as beautiful as you are outside on the inside. Freddie also talks about you a lot, granted I’d ask about you too.” He blushed, his now rosy cheeks matching yours. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, and not to sound like a little school boy, I really have a crush on you.” He admitted, nervously scratching the back of his head and taking a drink of his coffee. 

You let out an airy laugh. “Well it’s not like you haven’t made it obvious.” Roger immediately looked like he was scolding himself. “Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his. “I find it quite endearing. 

“Oh really?” He said smiling, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Really.” You said staring into his beautiful blue eyes. “And besides, I wouldn’t of come if I didn’t find you incredibly attractive.” 

“Oh, really?” He repeated, teasing you as he placed his hands on your shoulders; your noses now touching. 

“Yeah Roggie.” 

“I told you not to call me that!” he joked picking you up and laying you flat on the bed tickling your sides, which earned a squeal from you as you kicked your legs and squirmed beneath him. 

“Roger! Rog! Stop!” You laughed. “I promise I won’t anymore.”

He stopped tickling you, hands still on your sides. “Promise?”

“I promise.” You laughed, and he grabbed your hands and pulled you up. 

“I knew you were ticklish.” He smirked.

“Now, don’t misuse your newfound power! With great power comes great responsibility.” You laughed, and he turned around and sat next to you on the pillows as he placed the tray of food on the floor. 

It got quiet, each of you were just enjoying each other’s company while you watched the ocean out the windows in front of you as Roger played with your fingers. All of a sudden, the mood got serious. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Roger staring at you. 

“What?”  

“How are you doing, with dressing a little out of your comfort zone? Are you okay? I don’t want you to be stressed out, Love.”

“Oh, um. It’s complicated.” You sighed. “I love it, and I hate it. This is how I used to dress all the time. I miss it. It’s honestly how I’d like to dress, but I’m so nervous about making it as a violinist that I started dressing more conservative. Hell, I haven’t dressed like this in over a year,” you laughed, “but it’s okay. I’m getting better with it. Think I may just need to step out of my comfort zone a little more.”

“You sure?” Roger said, getting up and standing at your side of the bed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good!” He said, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around. You let out a yelp of surprise. You put your arms around his neck, and he ran from his room to yours, spinning around, and throwing you on the bed, leaving you laughing your head off. 

“Now what on Earth was that for!” 

“We’ve got a big day ahead of us, Love. You’ve gotta just let loose and be yourself. Dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as you can today, and just be yourself, Love. I’m gonna get dressed and get the beach things together, you take your time and get ready.” He winked, shutting the door to your side of the bathroom as he went to his room. 

You dug through your bag and found your new ocean blue crochet bikini that was embellished with sea shells and beading, and put your Bohemian dress over it to use as a cover up. You looked at your floppy, ritzy hat you had packed, and threw it to the side, grabbing your sun glasses instead. You looked in the mirror as you took your hair down from it’s messy bun, and held your makeup bag in one hand. 

Should I fix my hair?

Should I put on a little makeup?

Freddie popped into your head, and you remembered your argument a couple nights ago. You tentatively set the makeup bag down and ran your fingers through your hair. 

I can’t let him down. 

You grabbed your sunblock and walked out of your room, noticing the door to the cellar open and assumed Roger was down there getting things for the beach, so you walked to the glass doors and softly started singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. 

Roger came up the stairs with a couple chairs and an umbrella, and at the sight of you was almost stopped dead in his tracks. He was so proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and he was completely blown back to hear you singing. What a beautiful voice? He softly set his things against the wall and came up behind you, engulfing you in his arms, and you immediately stopped singing, put your arms over his, and smiled as you pressed your cheek against his chest. Roger put his chin on top of your head. You stayed like this for a moment. “I didn’t know you could sing, Baby?” He said. 

You turned around and looked at him, a genuine look of confusion on your face. “I can’t?” 

“But-” You both stood there looking at each other confused for a moment trying to figure out what the other was talking about. 

Roger laughed, “Okay, Love, well, it looks like a beautiful day out, you ready to head down?”

You nodded and helped him pack a cooler of drinks and snacks, and the two of you headed down to Porthcurno Beach for the day. 

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Roger had just set up your area, and you took off your dress and set it on your chair and fanned out your towel on the sand in the sun, and laid down. 

You could already feel his eyes on you.

“Take a picture, Rog. It lasts longer.” You teased. 

“Oh- I’m sorry, yeah sorry.” He coughed, embarrassed yet bewildered of how you figured all that out with your back to him and eyes closed. 

“Don’t be sorry Love, I’m just picking on you. What’re planning to do?” You smiled, picking your head up to look at him as he put on sunscreen. 

“Whatever you’re doing.” He smiled, as he laid out his towel next to you and laid plopped next to you. 

You rolled your head over to face him, and thought to yourself, Now this is a sight I could get used to. 

You drifted off to sleep in the sun with your hands intertwined. About an hour later Roger woke you up saying “Y/n, you’re getting really dark, Love. You may wanna get up so you don’t get a sunburn.” 

You sat up and looked at your arms, significantly darker on the front side than the back, which caused you to laugh. “How come you’re not tan?”

“Cuz I don't tan, I burn. I put on sunblock an hour or so ago.” He laughed. 

“So what’ve you been doing all this time?”

“Just reading my book, watching you. Gotta take care of my girl.” 

His girl. 

You wished you could be his girl, and dreaded the thought of breaking his heart, knowing you’d be breaking yours along with his. You pushed away the thought, not wanting to have to deal with it right now. 

“I’m way over heated Rog.” You said, standing up. “I’m gonna go for a swim, you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you rather go back to the house?” He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. He was nervous. 

“No Rog! It’s beautiful out, and we have a beautiful ocean right in front of us! You’re so silly sometimes.” You laughed. 

“More like cautious.” He muttered. 

“Cautious about what?” 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry, Love. I’m a violinist; we’ve got trained ears. What do ya’ want from me?” You joked, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I definitely whispered that though!” He defended himself back, starting a joking argument between the two of you. 

“No you didn’t!”you persisted as he pulled you in close to him. “You just can’t hear ‘cuz of all that noise you make on your drums.” 

“Oh yeah?” He said, pulling you even closer. There was no space left between you. 

“Yeah.” You smiled. You were almost kissing. 

This can’t happen. 

“So uh- you never answered my question.” You said, quickly diverting the kiss and stepping back. 

“Cautious… right.” He said, smile slipping from his face. “Alright, I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell the boys, okay?”

You nodded. 

“I uh- I just learned to swim last year. I’m not really much of a water person. Pools are fine cuz I can stand and see where I am, but lakes and oceans freak me out. I guess all this is because…uh-”

“Yeah Rog?”

“I’ve got a bad fear of drowning.” He said shyly. 

“Okay.” You smiled  

“You’re not gonna laugh at me?”

“Roger, why the hell would I laugh at you for this? You’re scared of something, that’s alright. We’re all scared of something.” You said, soothingly rubbing his arm up and down. 

He smiled down at you. “Really? Most people make fun of me for it.”

“Really, Baby. I’m not gonna make fun of you for being scared of something.” 

Shit. You thought. I just called him baby. I’m falling for it. 

“Why don’t you just come put your feet in or walk a little while I go in?”

He nodded his head. 

“Oh come on, Love.” You said, grabbing his hand. “Where’s my loud and outgoing Roger?” You were trying to comfort him still. 

He smiled at you and kissed your cheek. 

“Thank you.” He said. 

“I won’t tell the boys. Now come on!” You said as you started walking to the ocean hand in hand. Holding hands and walking on the beach was seeming to become your thing. 

“How are people walking all the way out there?” You said as the water hit your feet. There were about four people two yards out walking in water that went up to their knees. 

“There’s a sandbar there. The water gets really deep on the walk out, and then get really shallow again.”

“You wanna go out to it?”

He looked hesitant. 

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time, Rog.”

“Really?” He said. Even though he was still terrified, the thought of him getting to hold your hand for a while longer encouraged him to take your deal. 

“Really. I promise I won’t let go.” You intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand in more of a couple-like fashion. 

“Okay, lets go.” He said, pulling you after him. 

You tried to keep him distracted on the way out by making him laugh, and by keeping him focused on how much closer the two of you were getting. In the middle of your venture out, the water got pretty deep, and only your heads were left above the water. You kept talking about different experiences you had while playing some odd gigs, and noticed that Roger grew completely silent. You looked over at him, to find a look of fear on his face. He was extremely pale, holding his breath as he looked up at the sky while his lips were trembling. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” You said, stopping and he immediately stopped waking too. You started walking to turn around so you could face him, and felt him grab your hand tighter. 

“Please don’t let go of my hand.” He said. You could tell he was scared, but didn’t want to admit it. 

“I’m not gonna, I’m just walking in front of you so I can look at you. Look at me, Love.” You encouraged. He slowly turned his head down and stared ahead at you. 

“You’re doing great Rog. We’re almost there, look! You’re gonna be just fine. We can both stand here, and we can both swim. I’m a pretty good swimmer, so I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, don’t worry.” You noticed his breathing slow. “You ready to keep going?”

He nodded. 

A couple minutes later when the water level had reduced to the top of your bikini, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry, Rog! You have a fear of something. I’m just proud that you did it.” You smiled. 

“No, no, not for that. I mean I’ve always been scared of drowning. Not scared of water so much as it is drowning so I’m not sorry for that, I’m used to it. I’m sorry for you having to say that you weren’t going to let anything happen to me.” 

“Why? I was just trying to make you more comfortable.” 

“Because I should be able to protect us both. I want to be able to. I wanna be able to protect you, Y/N.”

“I’m just fine Rog, don’t you worry.” You smiled at him. “And besides, it’s not like we’re dating.”

“Right.” He said coldly. 

The rest of the walk Roger was trying to make you laugh, and was telling you funny stories about Brian. 

You reached the sandbar, and sat down in the sand. The water was only deep enough to get to your ankles. Roger sat down next to you, and the two of you were laughing as you splashed each other, and Roger pulled you into his lap. You rested the back of your head on his chest, as he said, “Thank you for making me come out here. It really is beautiful.” 

After a couple more moments, you noticed a large rock about fifty feet to your right. “C’mon Rog!” You said, getting up and pulling him along with you. 

“Where are we going?”

“To that rock over there!”

“I don’t think that’s a good i-”

“Oh come on Roger. It’ll be fine!”

About twenty minutes later, you were sitting on the rock, while Roger stood to the side and smiled as he watched you. The water was about waist deep here, so he was too hesitant to sit on the rock. It didn’t make much sense to you why, since the rock was out of the water, but you decided not to push him. 

Roger loved just watching you enjoy the water. Seeing you on the rock made him call you his “Little Mermaid”. It seemed like he just kept falling more and more in love with you, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a large wave came, and although it didn’t affect Roger all that much, from all the force it created upon colliding with the rock, it pushed you off the rock and under the water. Under the ocean, all you heard were the soft sounds of the waves, and the sand beneath you as the waves pulled it further toward the shore. You swam a little bit forward in your newfound serenity, never wanting to breach the water and return to humanity. 

Suddenly, you felt an arm grab you around your stomach and forcefully pull you out of the water. You opened your eyes to see Roger holding you close to his chest like a newborn, very clearly having a panic attack. He was talking a mile a minute. 

“Can you hear me? Are you ok? Can you breathe? Y/n? Oh my god, this is why I didn’t wanna come out here. Y/n?!?”

“Shhh, shhh,” you said, caressing his cheeks in your hands. You sat up in his arms so you could get a better look at his face. “I’m okay, Baby. I’m just fine. Calm down, Roger, it’s all okay.”

“But the wave! And you didn’t come up, and I thought I lost you.” He confessed.

“I was just swimming, Love. And look! If anything was actually wrong, you would have gotten me just like you did! It’s all okay.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Just don’t do that again.” he said, making you laugh. 

“Do what? Swim?” You laughed at his absurd suggestion. 

“I mean make me think like you’re unconscious in the ocean! I can’t lose you, Baby, I just can’t.”  He whispered. To him, you were the first girl he wanted to have an actually serious relationship with. 

“Okay, I promise.” You said, trying not to laugh. “Wanna go back to the beach?”

“Yup.” He said as he started walking back to the shallow part of the sandbar to walk straight into the beach. 

“You gonna put me down?” He was still carrying you, at this point, your legs were around his waist and his arms were extremely tight around your waist, still holding you in close to him. 

“Nope.” He said, causing you to laugh, and you comfortably put your head on his shoulder. 

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You got back to the beach at around 3:00, and Roger suggested going back to the house and getting dressed so you could go shopping for a bit. As you walked into your room you instantly were unsure of what to wear. You remembered what Roger said earlier, “dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as possible”. 

Well, here goes nothing. 

When you were done getting dressed, fixing your hair and putting on a little makeup, Roger was still taking a shower since he cleaned all of the sand out of your beach things when you arrived back home. You looked down at your outfit, your sheer pantsuit that was low cut with your dangly silver necklaces. You opted to go without a bra, making your breasts completely viewable through the outfit and wore nude panties. 

“Am I really going out like this? More importantly, I used to go out like this and feel comfortable?” 

It seemed like Freddie had taken the place of your conscious, because some voice said “Yes” and literally seemed to push you out the sliding glass door. You stood about even with the bench observing the ocean while you waited for Roger. 

When Roger was finished getting dressed, he realized you weren’t in the house and as he assumed, saw you standing by the bench and opened the door to start walking toward you. His eyesight wasn’t the best, so he could see you were wearing a jumpsuit, not as “out there” as he was hoping but was at least proud that you were still stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Hey, Love, you ready to go?”

You turned around and Roger’s eyes went wide open. 

“Holy shit.” Roger smiled, noticing how sheer your jumpsuit was. What it was covering, and more importantly what it wasn’t. So you actually did step way out of your comfort zone, and you didn’t just step. You jumped. 

“Is it too much?” You said, staring to cross your arms across your chest. 

“No, no! It’s great, it’s- holy fucking god you’re gorgeous.” He said, causing you to laugh. You noticed how flustered he was getting, his face was turning red. “C’mon love! let’s walk closer to the edge. The rocks are so beautiful!”

“No, no, I’m good. Really.” You laughed nervously. 

“No really, it’s fine! We’re like 20 feet away right now! It’s not that bad- wait.” A smirk appeared across his face. “You said earlier that everyone was scared of something. Could this be your something?” he turned around and stepped closer to you. 

You scratched your hand as a nervous tick. “Maybe.”

“You’re scared of heights, aren’t you, Love?”

You nodded your head, the movement making the fabric of your romper purse a little so Roger could see right under your top. Could see everything. 

“Well you pushed me earlier, it’s only fair if I-” and with that he picked you up under your shoulders and spun you around, earning an actual terrified scream from you. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck and basically climbed up him like a tree; your legs now wrapped around his waist as you heavily breathed. 

“Please don’t! Rog!” You screamed as he walked forward a little. Your position gave Roger a perfect view of your sheer top, and he couldn’t help but think things he shouldn’t want to. 

“Baby,” he laughed, stroking your hair. “We’re still ten feet from the ledge. You’re fine.” You looked down at him. 

“Just don’t go any closer.”

He laughed. “Yes ma'am.” 

You caught him staring at you as you still sat with your legs around his waist. “Rog, stop staring.”

“I’m sorry, Love. I just can’t help it.” He blushed, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Then don’t.” You responded, closing the final gap and hurriedly pressing your lips to his. 

The kiss was hot and passionate, and as time went on, you each got more into it. You were running your fingers through his hair, as he was running his hands down your back and over your butt. Through breaths Roger said “C’mon, let’s go inside. This is wonderful, God, you’re wonderful. But I’m more of a tits guy than ass. We leave that to Brian.” Earning a laugh from you as you continued making out as he carried you inside. 

Once inside, Roger carried you to his room and laid you on his bed, your lips parting for just a moment as he climbed on after you, hovering over the top of you as your lips passionately reconnected. As your lips started to work perfectly in sync, Roger brought a hand up your side and started gently squeezing your breasts. “You know you’re killing me in this jumpsuit right?” He said between breaths. 

“That was the goal.” You smirked. 

Roger gently slid the top of your jumpsuit over your shoulders leaving your chest completely exposed. His breath hitched. 

“How are you so fucking perfect?” Before you could even answer, his lips were back on yours, and started trailing down your neck, immediately finding your most sensitive spot as a soft moan escaped from your lips. “I’ve barely even touched you, Baby.” He smirked.

“Shut up.” 

He laughed and went back to your neck, lips trailing down to suck on your breast as he squeezed the other. He turned around and sat on the bed, picking you up and placing you on his lap so you were straddling him as your lips reconnected. With his hands on your hips he rocked you back and forth so you were grinding on top of him, his breath hitching in the back of his throat from the pleasure. 

“Rog,” you moaned and he reached in his bedside table to grab a condom. “Wait.” 

He stopped and looked at you. 

“I can’t do this.” You said, a look of regret visible on your face. 

“What?” 

“I can’t do this. I want to, but-” you stopped talking to avoid crying, already getting choked up. 

“What? Why? Baby, what did I do?” He said, sitting up and rubbing your shoulders as you pulled your top back up. 

“It’s not you Rog, it’s-” He cut you off. 

“Oh don’t pull that ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bullshit with me.” He said annoyed, running his hands through his hair. 

“No, no, it’s- uh. Can you keep a secret?” You said, tears unwillingly streaming down your face. 

“Yeah, Love, I can keep a secret between you, Freddie and I.” he joked, trying to make you smile. 

“Freddie doesn’t know.” This just made you cry even harder, and he wrapped his arms around you in efforts to get whatever was bothering you out. 

“Shh, it’s okay. I won’t tell him.” 

“I’m going to a different school for my last two years.”

“Well that’s okay!” He smiled. “If it’s the best decision for you Fred won’t mind!”

“In Spain.” 

“What?”

“I’m going abroad in Spain for two years. I’ll be home for breaks and stuff, but I won’t be here all the time. I feel awful, because I’m putting Freddie out of a place to live. I just haven’t found it in me to tell him.”

“You gotta tell him, Love. Brian and I will take him in, no problem. But he’s gotta know. He’s gotta prepare to move out.”

“I know.”

“It’ll all be just fine.” He said, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You have no idea how much I want you, Rog.” You whispered, crying again. 

“Then you can have me, Baby. This isn’t anything to cry about, Love!” 

“No I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t break your heart.” 

“No!” He smiled. “You won’t break it, you’ve already got it.”

“Roger.” You said coldly. “I'm going to a different country for two years.”

“We can make this work.” He tried reasoning with you. 

“Rog, I’m sorry,” you said, standing up. “I have to end whatever ‘this’ is.”

“No, Baby, please.” He said, standing up and grabbing your hands. You could see he was tearing up. “You have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you.”

“I want it too.” You whispered. 

“Than it’s yours!” He exasperatedly sighed. “You’ve got me! We can talk on the phone all the time, I’ll save up money and fly you home on holiday.” 

“Roger! I can’t start a relationship just to break both of our hearts and leave for two years. You’ve got to understand that!” 

“Please don’t do this. If you do, you’ll have already broken my heart. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and then to have it taken away.” He shook his head in disbelief, blinking away the tears. 

“I know.”

“Please just give me the rest of this weekend. Acting like we were together like we just were, I mean. I just want to know what it’s like to have you be in love with me too. Even if it’s just for a moment, I just wanna know.” He said pressing his forehead against yours. There was a moment of silence. You wanted it too, wanted to pretend you were together for the rest of the weekend, but knew it’d make it harder to say goodbye. 

“Okay.” You whispered, nodding your head and softly pressing your lips to his. 

“You still wanna go shop a little?” 

You nodded your head. 

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Roger pulled into the small parking lot off the busy street filled with small mom and pop shops, candy stores, and personal boutiques. You rode there hand in hand as Roger sang you whatever song came on the radio. He had really convinced you to take this whole “dating for the weekend” thing seriously. Said that even if you were only dating him for a couple days, he was proud that you'd even allow him to call you his girlfriend, and he wanted to let everyone know it. It honestly broke your heart to know how much he cared about you. You always wanted someone to treat you the way he was, and it would all be over in a couple days. It made you second guess your decision. 

“Okay, Love. I just wanted to let you know,” he started, walking around the car to open your door for you, “anything you see and want in one of the stores you can have. I’ll buy it. That’s what a boyfriend does, and besides, I brought some extra money so I could buy you things.”

You grabbed his hand as he helped you up out of the car. “Rog, you really don’t have to-” 

“Yes I do. And don’t even try to say that I’m not your boyfriend. You know I am.” He winked. 

“At least today you are.” You sarcastically replied. 

“Yup. Today and tomorrow too.” He said grinning ear to ear as he pecked the side of your head. You could tell he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. That broke your heart too. 

The first store you went into was a beautiful boutique. You noticed an outfit on a mannequin, a white gauze half shirt that tied in the middle with jean bell bottoms that were embellished with white lines out of the same material as the shirt. 

Roger noticed you staying at it. “Go ask her for it in your size so you can try it on, Love.” He urged you. He stood over to the side as he saw the woman get you a fitting room and hand you the outfit. You came out with the outfit on and a smile on your face and gasped,

“Oh Roger, look!” You said, twirling around. 

“You look wonderful, Love.” He smiled as he watched you look in the mirror, and go back in the dressing room to get changed. While changing, he 

walked over to the clerk and said, “Excuse me, uh, could you sell me that whatever size she had on in that shirt and pants while she’s getting changed?” The woman nodded and grabbed the pants from the table and shirt from the rack, and cashed Roger out. 

As you slid the curtain over, back in your sheer romper, you found Roger standing outside the dressing room, holding a bag out for you. “Here, Baby.” He smiled. 

You gasped, “Roger you didn’t!” As you looked in the bag to find the outfit you just had on. He just smiled back at you and gave you a hug, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door as he said goodbye to the woman. “Do you know how much those were?!” 

“Mhm.” 

“You didn’t have to do that, Rog.” 

“But I wanted to! Told ya’ I was gonna get you anything you liked. You’re worth it.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. 

I could get used to this if I wasn’t leaving soon. 

Next, you went into a store that had handmade soaps and lotions and you and Roger walked around smelling each of the scents, agreeing on some and laughing about how you disliked others. 

“So, you like the Rose?”

“Yeah,” You said tentatively. “but-”

“Hey! No “but’s”. You like it, you got it.” He smiled, walking over to the counter with all the rose scented items and grabbing two rose candles, rose bath salts, body wash, lotion, a bath bomb, the floating soaps in the shape of roses, and the rose perfume.

“Roger, this is too much.” You said, grabbing some of the items to put back on the shelf. 

“Nope. I said I’m getting it for you!” He teased, grabbing the soaps and putting them back in the bag. “You know, since we actually are dating, maybe we could even try all this out together later.” 

You rolled your eyes. “In your dreams, Taylor. How do you even have the money for this?”

“I have my ways.” He winked, and turned to go to the counter to pay. 

“Roger!”

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With your new bag in tow, the two of you walked hand in hand down the busy streets toward the bar at the end of the strip to get hamburgers for dinner. 

“You know Rog,”

“Hmm?”

“I guess sharing the bath things might be kinda fun later.” You blushed.

“Really?” He smiled like a little child.

You nodded your head, too embarrassed to admit your true thoughts to him. 

“You’re amazing.” He smiled, stopping to lean down and kiss your cheek. 

As he looked up, he realized you were stopped in front of an Italian jewelry store called Giuseppe's. “Wanna go in?” He urged. 

“Sure, but I just want to look, Roger. I do not want anything. You understand?” Letting other people buy you things always made you feel guilty. 

He nodded as he opened the door for you. 

Everything inside the store was gorgeous. The two of you “ooh’d” and “awed” at the detailed pieces in front of you in each display box you walked past. As you reached the rings, an old man who you assumed was Giuseppe walked over from the other side of the store to stand across from you. 

“Can I help you with anything?” 

Before Roger answered, you shot back, “Oh no, thank you. We’re just looking.” You said, squeezing Rogers hand as your fingers were still intertwined to make sure he didn’t try to refute you. 

The old man nodded and started to walk away before adding, “You know, you two make an absolutely gorgeous couple. You’re young, but you’re so great together I wouldn’t have any trouble selling you a ring for her today, young man.” 

“Oh we’re-” Roger cut you off. 

“Absolutely smitten with one another. And thank you, sir. I really appreciate it. We both do. I feel so lucky to be able to call her mine.” Roger smiled as he pulled you in closer to him. You could tell he genuinely meant it too. It broke your heart. 

You kept looking around the store, and let out a soft gasp. “Roger, look!” It was a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a treble clef, embellished with diamonds. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s perfect.” He added. 

Before he could even think about purchasing it, you said, “Oh but I don’t want it. It’s fine. I’m quite hungry. We should go.” pulling his arm to get to the door. He was shocked to say the least, with every intent on buying that necklace for you. “Thank you so much for your kind words, sir.” You smiled. 

“Oh no problem, darlin’. And son,” he spoke to Roger. “When it’s time, there will always be a ring waiting for you here.” He smiled. 

“Thank you, sir. I sure hope so.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door. 

As you reached the bar, Roger sighed in exasperation. “Ugh, I have to run back to the car, Love. I forgot a pill I have to take with dinner.” He ran his hands through his hair, clearly annoyed. “I’ll only be a moment. Go in and get us a table outside and I’ll be right back.” He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh it’s okay. You shouldn’t have to go by yourself. I’ll come with you.” 

“No, Love. No girl of mine is going to walk all that way for one of my stupid mistakes.” He assured. 

“Is it really that important Roger? You didn’t take a pill last night at dinner?”

“Uh- well I take it every other day. And yeah, it’s for my anxiety with the water, so yeah I’d say it’s pretty important.” He smiled. 

“Okay, I'm sorry for doubting you.” You smiled, his hand on your cheek.

“Nah it’s alright, Love. Go on in and get us a seat. I’ll be right back.” He said, quickly pressing his lips to yours. He took two steps away, just letting go of your hand and called back to you, “I love you.” You didn’t say anything back. You didn’t know what to say, it just made you smile. 

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Roger returned about fifteen minutes after you were seated, and after you two finished eating, it was dark outside; creating a picture perfect scene as you walked throughout the little town. There were white lights wrapped around the trees and hanging over the shops as if you were in a fairy wonderland.

There was a small garden in the middle of the town which was also embellished with lights. The two of you walked through it hand in hand, completely speechless at the beautiful sparkly scene in front of you. You came to a bench, and sat down, Roger putting his arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s so beautiful here.” You smiled. 

“I’m glad you like it. Are you having fun?” 

“Oh, Roger, you have no idea. This trip has taken such a weight off my shoulders. Honestly feels like the most fun I’ve had in years.” You laughed. 

“Good, good.” he paused. “I’m sorry I said ‘I love you’ earlier. Kinda awkward.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Rog. There’s multiple ways to love people, not just romantically. That’s how I’ve always felt about the phrase. Freddie and I tell each other we love each other just about every day. So, in that sense, I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t say it back.” You looked up at him. “I hope I can make up for it, though.” You joked. “I love you too, Rog.” You said, as if talking to a young child. You knew you weren’t saying it in the same context as he had earlier. You were reminding yourself not to get too attached, even though you wanted to express your feelings in the same way he had just an hour or so before. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “I got you something!”

“Not something else!” You laughed.

“You know, Y/N. Most girls want their boyfriends to buy them things.”

Their boyfriends.

He really considered himself your boyfriend for these next days to come. You wondered how he was so mentally okay with allowing himself to dive fully in, knowing he’d have to give it all up in a matter of days. 

“It’s not that I don’t, I just always feel bad. Like I owe you something in return.” 

“You don’t, and never will, Love.” He smiled, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box that had a white ribbon around it. “Here, open it.” He smiled, putting the box in your hands. 

“You’re too much, Roger.” You shook your head, untying the ribbon. As you opened the box, you gasped. “Roger! You didn’t!”. It was the treble clef necklace from earlier. 

“Well I saw how much you liked it,”

“But jewelry is expensive, Rog. I’m not worth that.”

“Hey,” he said in all seriousness, grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him. “Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that. You’re worth all the gems in the world.” 

You got choked up at his kindness, unable to form words. “H-how?”

“I went back to the store when I told you to get a seat. And look!” He said, pulling a necklace out of his shirt. “I bought myself the one that matches. It isn’t as girly as yours, you know it doesn’t have all the gems, but they go together. Because-” he said, taking your necklace out of the box. “If you line them up the right way, they make a heart.” He smiled. At this point, tears of happiness were running down your cheeks. No one had ever been so thoughtful in your life. “Want me to put it on?” You nodded. 

Roger put the necklace on you, and you couldn’t stop smiling. “I don’t even have enough words to thank you.” You gushed, grabbing squeezing his hand and pulling him in for a big hug. “And this time, I really do mean it, and I think in the way you meant it when you said it the first time. I really do love you, Roger Meddows Taylor.” 

“Oh, Baby, how I love you too.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a soft, short, but meaningful kiss, as it seemed to display your feelings for one another. You opened your eyes with your noses touching, each of you smiling like a child on Christmas morning, your arms around his neck with his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer next to him on the bench. It was his next comment which made you happier than you’d ever been before, yet also made you feel like you could cry for all eternity because you knew in the next forty eight hours you’d be pretending this was all a beautifully constructed fantasy, yet having everlasting pain in your heart as you yearned for his love to be in your life for the rest of your days. He said: 

“Y/N, my Love, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than I am sitting here with you right now. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.” 

A silent tear slid down your cheek as you leaned in to tell him you felt the same way without speaking a word as your lips reunited once again. 

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You were getting undressed in your room as Roger insisted on preparing a bath for you with your new soaps. You stripped completely and put on your short, silk pink night robe and put your hair in a bun. The only item of clothing you kept on was the necklace Roger had just bought you, and you smiled as it sparkled in your reflection. 

You opened the door from your room to the bathroom to be immediately hit by a strong wall of rose, and to find it only lit by your new candles and some others Roger must have found around the house. He was seated fully clothed next to the large claw foot tub with one hand in it as the bathtub was just about half full. His head instantly perked up at the sight of you. 

“Roger, this is absolutely gorgeous.” You gasped.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously as he stood. “Just trying to make you happy, as usual.” You could tell he didn’t think you wanted him to stay with you. 

“It’s so… romantic.” You seductively said as you walked toward him, toying with the belt on your robe as he visibly blushed before you. 

“Well, uh- I don’t know.” he nervously laughed again. “Rose just gives off that vibe, you know?”

You laughed at his ignorance. 

“Well, I’m just going to let you relax in here then,” he uncomfortably stated as he stumbled toward the door to his room. “I hope the water isn’t too hot or too cold. I could always help ya’ if you’d like.” He winked, grabbing his door handle. 

“Roger,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your body flush against his. “Are you actually about to walk out of this bathroom while your girlfriend is pressed up naked against you, about to take an extremely romantic bath that you prepared for her?”

He gasped. “You just called yourself my girlfriend.” He smiled. It was like music to his ears.

“Well that’s what I am right now, aren’t I?” 

He nodded. You could feel him getting hard against your stomach. “And wait- you’re not naked, Love.” 

You quickly untied your silk robe and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing yourself to him.  “Now I am.” 

Roger smirked as you saw him lick his lips. “Always so fucking perfect.” He muttered. “So I take it you want me to take a bath with you?”

You nodded, lovingly dragging your hand along his jawline. 

“If that’s what my princess wants, then that’s what she gets.” He smiled, scooping you up and setting you in the bathtub as he started to rid himself of his clothes. You watched him as he stripped, head resting in your hand as your arm leaned on the side of the bathtub. “You’re staring.” He teased in a sing-song voice as he took off his shirt. 

“I want to.” You echoed back in the same tone. As you watched him undress, you snapped into reality, realizing how stupid you were being, and how hurt you’d be in the long run. But for a moment, and just for a moment, you mentally said,

 “Fuck off conscious, I’m on vacation, and I’m technically Roger Taylor’s girlfriend right now so leave me the fuck alone.” That was the last you allowed yourself to hear from your conscious that weekend. 

As he pulled down his boxers and his member sprang loose, you realized he was much thicker than you imagined. It made your breath hitch just at the thought. “Make room for me, Love.” he said, one foot stepping into the tub. You sat up, allowing him to lay back against the tub as you laid back with your chest pressed against his, the two of you making out until you had to reach up to turn off the water. There was no feeling of a necessity to have a sexual moment, the feeling of your nude bodies pressed against each other in the romantic atmosphere with his arms lovingly wrapped around your body was more than enough. 

You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew Roger was wrapping you in a towel, one already around his waist as he carried you bridal style to his room. 

“Was I asleep, Rog?” You asked as he laid against the pillows still cradling you in his lap. 

He laughed. “Yeah, think I was too, Love. I woke up like fifteen minutes ago.  Sat there appreciating how beautiful you were for a little while, then got up and dried myself off before doing the same for you and carrying your arse in here. You’re the hardest person to wake up, you know that?” 

“Freddie has definitely told me that before.” You chuckled. “Why, how bad was it this time?”

“I tried talking to you to get you to wake up, and nothing. Then I tried rubbing your arm, also nothing. Eventually I had to shake you, and you mumbled “I’m awake, I’m awake” and just put your head back on my chest and fell asleep again. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s quite adorable, really. I’m honestly shocked you’re awake now.”

“Well I’m cold, that’s why.” You said, standing up. 

“Where are got going?”

“To get my pajamas?” You said, curious as to why he was asking you all these questions. “Like I said, I’m cold.”

“Wait. No girlfriend of mine needs pajamas to stay warm he said, standing and engulfing you in a huge hug and he nuzzled his head in your neck we he lovingly kissed it. 

“Roger,” you laughed, hands rubbing through his hair. 

He turned you around and laid you on the pillows as he hovered over top of you, his nose pressing yours as you both had childlike grins on your faces, hands intertwined. 

“Baby?” he said. 

“Hmm?”

“Want a massage with that new lotion I bought you?”

“Do I not already smell like rose?” You laughed. 

“Ehh, not enough.” He said as he said up and grabbed the lotion off the nightstand. “Where do you want me to start, Love?”

“Wherever you want.” You smirked, and he slowly peeled the towel off your body as if he was touching fine china. You noticed him gasp a little as a large, closed mouth grin appeared on his face. 

“I’m never gonna get used to how beautiful you are.” He shyly admitted as he put some lotion on his hands, and started massaging your breasts. 

“Roger!” You laughed.

“What?”

“Really? There?” 

“You said anywhere I want, Love.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. His hands continued their squeezing as his fingers toyed with your nipples causing you to squirm beneath his touch. He rolled you over on your stomach and put some more lotion on your back as he gave you the best back massage you’d ever had. You weren’t sure if it was because of the situation you two were in, or if it was from his calloused hands from drumming, but his hands seemed to rub away all your tension and pain, putting you in a euphoric state of mind. His hands trailed down and he lovingly ran his hands over your curves. As he started to squeeze, through labored breaths you said, “Roger- I need you to touch me now.”

“Y/N, I believe I’m already touching you.” He smirked as you rolled on your back. 

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.” You said, clearly annoyed as you pulled him down so he was almost laying on top of you into an extremely passionate kiss. 

Your hands rubbed up and down his back as his lips trailed down your neck, working on the spot that made you moan the most. He left wet kisses as he sucked and nipped on your neck. Your small moans made him grunt, and one of his hands slid up and down your side as if he was worshiping your body. He smiled as he saw how you reacted to his movements, and started trailing down to suck on your breasts, switching between sides as his hand toyed with the nipple on the other side. Before continuing to trail down, he lovingly kissed your lips, and then kissed all over your stomach. Through your extremely limited amount of focus you noticed a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead, a complete look of bliss on his face. His hands were caressing your inner thighs as he allowed one to linger where you needed it most. He brought his face up to yours, his eyes clearly asking if you wanted to do this and you nodded, your nose rubbing against his as he simultaneously reconnected your lips as he started rubbing circles around your core to stimulate your nerves. As he inserted a finger, you closed your eyes and let out a long, drawn out moan. 

“God,” he grunted, his hips bucking into your leg. He looked down to see the necklace he bought you shimmering between your breasts. It was perfect. His towel fell from around his waist. You felt his bulge before you could see it, all of a sudden making what you two were doing extremely prevalent in your head. You already knew you were getting attached, exactly what you were trying to avoid. 

Then you opened your eyes to see his ocean blue ones lovingly staring down at you. In that moment you’d never wanted anyone more. “God, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been quite a while” you managed to say as he slowly started pumping, and you quietly moaned, embarrassed from your last. 

“Don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Be as loud as you want, Baby. It turns me on.” He winked as he picked up the pace, shocking you and causing you to let out another loud moan in his mouth as you kissed, him taking advantage of the situation and inserting his tongue in your mouth, lips starting to move in sync with his thrusts. 

He added in another finger, gently scissoring you as you tightly grabbed onto his shoulder from the little bit of pain that came with the immense amount of pleasure. His thumb started toying with your bud; you didn’t think you’d ever felt this much pleasure before. It caused you to whine out as you dug your finger nails in his shoulders. 

He pulled away from the kiss, stopping his movements as you latched your lips onto his neck. “Was it too much?” He asked. 

“God no, keep going.” You breathlessly said against his neck, the vibrations making him moan out in pleasure. He started up again, his movements much faster this time. He started to circle his fingers, curving them as you felt them hit your spot. 

“Roger,” you loudly moaned. 

“Jesus,” he breathed, reaching for his member and giving himself a couple pumps, causing you to smile. 

“Baby,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “I think it’s your turn now.” You smiled, flipping him over so you were now on top. You rode his fingers for a moment before removing them, and you slid back so you were sitting on his thighs. He looked at you expectantly, as if he couldn’t wait for what was to come next. Just as you were bending down, you heard him let out a soft chuckle. 

“What?”

“It’s just funny.” He smiled lovingly.

“What’s funny? I’m trying to be sexy.” 

He laughed. “I know, but seeing you all prim and proper all the time, and now to see you like… well, like this. It’s just amusing. Like it’s not even the same person.” 

“Well then I’m definitely gonna shock you now, Love.” You smirked, as you wrapped your mouth around him. You felt his legs tighten beneath you as he squeezed his eyes shut, and his breathing grew heavy. You bobbed your head up and down, earning a groan from him. You felt his precum in your mouth, which you seductively licked off his tip, looking up at him.

“God, your eyes” he moaned, squirming beneath you, bucking his hips further into your mouth. You pulled off of him making a popping sound as you gripped him with your hand, continuing the pace you set with your head as you journeyed up to join your lips with his. 

The taste of himself on you and was almost too much for him, and he groaned as your tongues intertwined, one hand toying through your hair while one squeezed your breast. Between your kisses he breathlessly said, “Faster, Y/N”

As you started moving your hand faster, his hips bucked harder as he grabbed the sheets, his moans getting louder and more frequent. To appease yourself, you started grinding on his leg, which almost made him finish right there. You felt him start to twitch, as he said, “I’m close, Love.” and you stopped moving. 

You both looked at each other. 

You knew what this meant, where you were. 

Most importantly, what came next. 

You took a deep breath and sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. 

You wanted to, so bad. No one had ever treated you as kindly as Roger had, but you knew how hard this would make it to let go. You looked to the left at the condoms on the table, and to the right at Roger’s suitcase. A symbol of travel. You knew you’d be leaving for two years, yet something told you not to let this go. You were so conflicted that tears welled in your eyes as you realized most people didn’t know the pain of giving up something so beautiful and perfect for the betterment of their future, a tribulation that you now had to face too frequently. You blew out a puff of air to try to blink away the tears from the complexities of your lifestyle. His hand reached up and lovingly caressed the side of your face. 

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking about. I know how much harder this will make it in a couple of days, so we don’t have to do this.” He said. You looked up at the ceiling to avoid embarrassment. “Hey, Y/N. Look at me.” You brought your eyes down to his. “We don’t have to do this. There are other ways we can both finish, or we just won’t at all. I mean, I’ll have to, but you can just go take a shower or something.” He laughed. “Whatever way you think will make saying goodbye easier is what I’m for.” He smiled, though he was clearly smiling through a heavy load of pain in his heart. 

You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, just looking at him in all of his sparkling beauty while your heart and your mind went head to head. And then suddenly felt it. 

There was a new fighter in the battle.

 A stronger fighter.

Lust. 

The throbbing in your core became unbearable, and as much as you knew it’d hurt you, in that moment you wanted him more than anything. 

Hungered for him. 

“Fuck it.”

You lunged for a condom, tearing it open with your teeth, and as you pulled it out he grabbed your wrist, taking your full attention. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want this to be harder than it has to be, Baby.” 

“But I want to.” He wasn’t convinced. He still looked at you hesitantly. As you rolled on the condom, you bent down and huskily whispered in his ear, “I need you.”

“Fuck.” He whined. 

You positioned him underneath you as you slid down, a gasp coming from your mouth as he heavily breathed, “Oh my god.”

Then, you realized what day it was. It was Saturday night. You were supposed to leave tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave this tomorrow. You wouldn’t. Your heart couldn’t handle it. 

“We’re not leaving tomorrow, right?” You asked. 

“Oh hell no.” He smirked. 

“Good,” you said as you bent down to graze your nose against his. Just as you were about to kiss him he cried, 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, fucking move!”

Which made you laugh as your hands intertwined and you started rocking on top of him, immediately at a fast pace. 

He tightly squeezed your hands as he fidgeted beneath you, loudly groaning. 

“This okay?”

“Perfect.” He said through hitched breaths. 

And it was. Your bodies seemed to find a perfect rhythm effortlessly. He filled you up perfectly. Your hands intertwined as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. You seemed made for each other. And at this moment, it didn’t seem that anything, even thousands of miles, a sea, and a different country could do anything to change that. 

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Roger woke up first, as he expected to. Your bodies were still nude and intertwined, you were facing him and his arm held you lovingly into his body. Even though this had only been his life for two days, he never wanted it to end, knowing fully once you two returned home it’d be like it never happened. It killed him. Right now, he wanted you more than anything in the world, and wanted to show the world you were his. As he looked down in between yourselves, he couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, in the middle of the night, your matching necklaces found each other, intertwining and forming a heart.

He found it quite symbolic of how your love was to play out. Though it could have been due to the fact that he was grasping for straws at the moment; anything to convince him that this relationship would happen. That even in the darkest moments, when you were the furthest away from each other, and things seemed impossible, your love would prevail. He bent his head down and kissed your sleeping lips, as your eyes flushed open and lips curved into a smile. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Good morning, my Love.” You responded back, a blush appearing on your cheeks as you smiled. You moved your legs so your left leg wasn’t on the bottom of all four of your legs, and you both let out a small groan of pain. 

“You’re sore too?” He asked. 

“Well that’s what happens when you do it five times in a night, Roger.” You said sarcastically. 

“What do ya’ want from me love? You’re so gorgeous, I couldn’t help it.” He whined. 

“I know,” you smiled as his hands slid down your sides and started squeezing your curves. 

“Roger, I don’t think I could handle another round right now.” You laughed. 

“But morning se-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!” You smiled. “We wouldn’t be able to move and enjoy our beach day!”

“Okay, fine.” He resigned, kissing your cheeks and all over your face to wake you up. 

“I’ve got to admit, this really is the best way to wake up.” You laughed. 

“You can wake up like this every day you’re in the same country as me, if you want.” He smiled hopefully. 

“Roger.” You said sternly. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want it to end, that’s part of the reason I wanted to stay another day.” You admitted. 

“Me too. Depending on the weather maybe we could even stay Monday night!” He encouraged. 

“And forget about school?”

“Eh it’s October. We can be sick.” He said, making you laugh. 

“We gonna call Freddie and Bri?”

“Nah. As far as I’m concerned, we’re the only two people on the Earth until we get back in London. That’s when we can break out of our fantasy. Until then, I don’t want to call home. I’ll deal with all that shit when I get there. No sense in dealing with it now and worrying about it for the rest of our trip.”

“Okay.” You smiled. 

“So what's our plan today, my dear?” 

“Beach, food, disco later?” You suggested.

“Whatever you want, my Love.” He said, placing a kiss to your nose. 

Bliss. 

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You sat on a large rock at the top of the beach in your yellow and white gingham frilled bikini as Roger took pictures of you. Pictures of you smiling,

laying down, making peace signs, blowing him a kiss, everything. He was making you laugh as he pretended he was a professional photographer and you were his model. 

“Perfect!”

“Amazing!”

“Just like that!”

“Hold it!” 

“Gorgeous, Darling, gorgeous!”

Now you were laughing hysterically. 

“What?”

Through your laughs you managed to get out, “You sound like Freddie!” Now you both were laughing, and he walked over to the rock as you sat on its edge, wrapping his arms around your waist as he showed you the photos he took and you kissed the top of his head. 

“Excuse me?” The guy of another couple who seemed a couple years older than you and Roger asked the two of you. You both looked up to find the other pair smiling at you. 

“Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you?” He asked. 

“Oh yeah, mate. That’d be great. Thanks.” Roger said smiling as he handed the camera to the man and climbed on the rock next to you, pulling you into his lap. The two of you looked at the man smiling. 

“3” 

“Now Love,” Roger jokingly started as he whispered in your ear. 

“2”

“If you breathe in as he takes the photo, it’ll push out your tits a little more.” He winked as he whispered in your ear. 

“Roger?!” You said, causing you to start laughing hysterically. 

“1!”

Roger quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and wrapped his arms around you tighter. 

“Aw, guys, that looks like that’ll be a great photo. Here, let’s just let it develop to make sure it came out okay.” The man said as Roger conversed with him. 

After a minute or so, the man looked at the Polaroid in his hands and said “Yeah, that’s great you guys!” 

“Thanks a lot, mate.” Roger said as he took the photo. 

“Would you like us to take a picture of you two?”

You asked. 

“Nah, that’s alright. We’ve got loads together. I know how hard it is not to have someone to take a picture sometimes though, so just wanted to help out.” He smiled as he walked away. 

“Let’s see it, Rog!” You shrieked excitedly as he climbed onto the rock, sitting next to you. Your hands hurriedly took the photo from Roger. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually perfect.” You smiled. 

He took it from your hands, and as he smiled down at it, you saw tears well up in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong Rog?” You immediately said, running your fingers through his hair as you pressed your forehead to his. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Roger.” You said, knowing fully something was eating away at him. 

“It’s just, I know we extended our trip a day, and I’m so happy about that. But ever since we’ve said how we’ve been feeling, and with how amazing last night was, I’ve never been happier. I’m not ready for this to end, and I don’t want you to leave. Maybe you’ve felt this way about someone before, I don’t know, but I haven’t. I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them feel like you do. None of them make me feel the way you do. Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who felt it last night.”

“I felt it too.” You shakily admitted. You knew he’d caught you. “It’s like we were-”

“Made for each other? And not just sexually. In every aspect of the phrase, right?”

You nodded your head, biting your lower lip, knowing a heartbreak would be coming both of your ways in a matter of days. 

“You know what I saw when I woke up this morning? Our necklaces found their way together overnight. They made a heart on their own. We can make this work. Please, I want to make this work. You have no idea how much it means to me.” He pleaded. “I know you’re going away, but it won’t even seem like we’re apart. I’ll make sure of it. I was planning on telling you this on the way home, but I’ll tell you now. I’m giving you my car.”

“What?”

“I’ve been saving up for a while, and I want the new Alfa Romeo. You need a car, and I made a call right when we got here the other day. There’s a boat that’s much cheaper than airfare that goes out of here to the top of Spain. Its about a day boat ride, and then you can just leave your car here at my beach house and either I can drive here, you could drive to London, or we could meet halfway. Whatever you wanna do. And you could come home all the time. I could see you at least once a month.”

You stuttered. 

“I don’t want to lose this. Please. You were right; making love did make saying goodbye so much harder, and I really just don’t want to. I can’t. I think it’s for the better that we go through whatever major life changes one of us has together. I’ll support you through every decision you make, I just want to be there for you.”

“Roger, I don’t know.”

“I can’t let this go, because…” he trailed off. 

“Because?” You asked. He paused. 

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted out, tears freely flowing down his face. 

Saying ‘I love you’ and being in love with someone  are two completely different things. You were shocked. 

“Please say something, Baby.”

You were speechless. 

“Y/N?” He said, his voice cracking. He felt as if he knew your answer, yet needed proof. 

Meanwhile, inside your heart and mind were at war again, their previous defeater “lust” was nowhere to be found. You had two answers for him, you were just waiting for it to be narrowed down to one as you weighed the pros and cons in your head. 

“Please, Love.”

You told yourself you had three seconds to make a decision. 

Three. 

“I can’t let this go.” He said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’ve never been in love before. Now I know that love isn’t a thing, it’s a person.”

Two. 

“You’re my love, Y/N”

One. 

You inhaled to speak. 

“I-”

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