I woke up the next morning my head pounding and stomach churning. I groaned loudly as I rolled out of my bed, my limbs sprawling clumsily in the morning light. I quickly threw on a silk wrap and dragged myself to the kitchen. I filled the kettle and placed it on my stove as I opened the doors to my balcony, the sunlight of the morning after was always the brightest. I smiled through the sharp pain in my forehead as I thought of all the fun I had last night. I stretched my arms up to the sky and exhaled a deep breath then glanced down to the little silver watch I wore constantly.
6:45, shit. I need to get ready for work
I ran out of the shower to my room, I ransacked my wardrobe and pulled out a glorious floral patterned jumpsuit I had sewn the other week. I layered few necklaces and slotted a few rings on, I slipped on a pair of my favourite platforms that were worn and comfortable for a day on my feet. I lastly grabbed a huge jacket and rushed out the door my keys jingling in the lock as I ran out of my apartment building
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After about 10 minutes I reached the store where I work, I loved it. It was called 'Hidden boutique' it had a bohemian and street style vibe. I sometimes sold a few of my own designs in the shop. My boss Vanity smiled as I walked in, her style was beautiful. She wore assortments of beads and beautiful flowing dresses, that contrasted with her glowing caramel skin. We always had records playing softly in the background as we worked. I ran my hands along the soft fabric of the new trousers that had been brought in
Vanity spoke, her voice warm and comforting "Hey Girl, you okay? Look a little rough. But beautiful as always my darling"
I laughed, trying to comb my fingers through my hair to rectify some of the damage "Thanks V, I went out last night"
"On a Wednesday? That's not like you" She raised her eyebrows
"I can be spontaneous V"
"MMhmm okay girl" She winked
My shift passed quickly as we had a steady flow of customers, Vanity and I worked hard and my headache subsided. Everyone who shopped in our store had completely different styles, it fascinated me to see how everyone wore different items and made them their own. I thought about the band, each had their own individual style that worked with their personality but somehow each one intertwined perfectly with the other. Their music still echoed in my brain I could feel the beat and hear Freddie's voice soaring through the crowded room.
Freddie, shit. Fred still had my jacket. My lovely jacket that I had spent so long sewing, scrimping for the last shreds of fabric
I trudged home, the sun had clouded over and now a gloomy grey was draped over the city. I quietly unlocked my door and threw myself in through the door. I sighed as I walked through my beloved apartment. Small green plants covered the whole apartment as patterned and crocheted blankets and cushions covered every seat and sofa. I has copper lights to match my pots and pans they flickered with the reflection of fairy lights. My bedroom was covered in polaroids and magazine cut outs to inspire my fashion projects. Then I had my favourite room in my whole house. I had a room dedicated solely to my sewing, a large singer machine sat in front of the loft flat window with tens of rolls of fabrics covering the walls of the room. I let out a blissful smile and closed the door to my escape. I stripped off my clothes and got ready for a long awaited shower, I stepped in the hot water gently washing away my worries. I soaked my hair and let the water spiral down the drain. I stepped out again a peace washing over me.
RING! shit, you have got to be kidding me
My doorbell rang just as I had stepped out the shower, I quickly grabbed my blue silk kimono covered with dainty white swans, my hair dripping a trail behind me.
"Just a second!" I yelled rushing to tie a secure knot so I didn't expose myself to the stranger at my door. My hand reached for the handle, clicking it open in a frenzy.
"Hey Evelyn"
My mouth was hanging open in a perfect "O" as I stared shamelessly at the man at my door.
"Roger?" I stood paralysed with shock, I looked him up and down. He wore a fur coat with a tight fitting white shirt, that was unbuttoned one too many buttons perhaps. He wore a pair of casual black jeans and a pair of matching black Chelsea boots.
"You gonna invite me in or just stare at me all day?" He raised his eyebrows a signature smirk crossing his face.
"Sorry- Yeah of course. Come in. Sorry I'm just out the shower, I didn't have time--" I stumbled over my words, my face blushing a deep red.
"No complaints from me" he smirked slumping on to my soft couch, his legs spread in the relaxed position clearly not as overwhelmed as I was.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, trying to cover my nerves "Wait here, I'm just going to change"
I ransacked my wardrobe and quickly pulled out a pair of high waisted bell bottoms and a red halter neck crop top and roughly brushed my hair as it still dripped a little. I glared at myself in the mirror, and shrugged my shoulders, it would have to do. I walked out of my room toward Roger. He was flicking through designs I had left sitting on the table.
"What you up to Meddows?" I smirked, my stomach churning.
He jumped, dropping the drawing back on to the table and turning around to face me. I could feel his eyes follow me up and down as the smirked at me, causing my face to go bright red and all my new found confidence melted away.
"I have to say I think I preferred it when you had nothing on under that Kimono" he winked
"Give it a rest Rog" I scoffed as my face went a deeper shade of crimson. He smirked again rolling his eyes.
"Hey Lily Pad, these designs are amazing" he said "Seriously, you have talent" he smiled
I blushed again, walking over to the kettle "Lily Pad, bit cutesy no?"
"I think it suits you" he smiled
"Fine, but only you can call me it. Do not make this a thing" I said sternly.
"Deal" He smiled licking his lips .
"Cup of tea?" I asked him, my hands fiddling nervously with the tea bags
"Yes please Lily Pad, splash of milk 2 sugars" he winked "I like sweet things"
"So Rog, do I dare ask how you found me and why on earth you are here?" I said placing his steaming cup in front of him and ignoring his last comment.
"Well Lily pad, you rushed off last night. and you forgot something. So I remembering you drunkenly telling me where you worked so I went to the shop and the woman called Vanity gave me your address. and then I came here and saw you naked"
"you did not see me naked Meddows"
"and then you made me a cup of tea, looking ever so gorgeous may I add and now here we are" he smirked
"So what did you come to give me" I said my eyebrows knitted together at his cockiness
He reached into a black bag I hadn't even noticed and slowly pulled out my glittering jacket. My eyes lit up as delight filled my body. I squealed and clapped my hands as I threw myself onto Roger and engulfed him in a huge bear hug wrapping my legs around his waist. He laughed and the wrapped his arms around me pulling me further up his lap.
"Freddie wanted to keep the jacket, but I insisted we return it. If I'm being completely honest it looked better on you than him"
"Thank you so much Roger, this means a lot that you went to all that effort for me" I smiled clamouring off him quickly in embarrassment. He was staring right at me, I looked him up and down again wondering what he looked like underneath that shirt. I cleared my throat trying not to get lost in countless thoughts.
"So em yeah, thank you I rea-" I started, tucking my hair behind my ears nervously.
"Do you want to go out with me?" He blurted out, quickly looking embarrassed "On a date I mean" he smiled sheepishly, scratching behind his ear
"I thought the infamous Roger Taylor didn't do dates"
"Like I said, I can be good when I want to be" he winked
"I'd love to" I said nervously
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Love always, Eviexxxx