The next day was a turmoil of hangovers and bundled emotions. The happiness was practically radiating off of me as I was whipping up a breakfast for Roger and I. In fact I was so happy it nearly cancelled out my hangover, nearly. Roger came tumbling out of the bedroom as usual, his hair was tousled and he was dressed solely in his underwear. He let out a loud groan rubbing his forehead
"I am NEVER drinking again" he said throwing himself on the sofa. I laughed to myself as a warm aroma of pancakes curled into the air.
"Sure Rog" I paused "I'll believe it when I see it" A beautiful morning was glistening over the London skyline. A scattered array of mix and match cloud coated the sapphire sky. I flipped off the switch to the cooker, the heat slowly slipping away. I could sense Roger behind me, his fingers intertwined in mine. His hand encasing mine perfectly. He dragged me to the seat that stared out a large glass window pane to the expectant city. I slipped into his lap, both of our bodies slotting together perfectly. He rhythmically stroked my hair, his fingers creating gentle waves of relaxation as he weaved in and out of my glossy locks. A open mouthed loving kiss was planted on my shoulder blade. Making me sigh in bliss, as Rog's soft lips never failed to leave me tingling with an electrical sensation.
"I think this is the happiest I've ever been" I smiled looking down to his perfectly sculpted frame.
"I couldn't agree more Lily Pad. It's almost as if you complete me. But I didnt realise I was missing anything until I met you" those words made my heart soar. I knew he felt the same way about me as I did. Our home had become a sort of sanctuary to us, nowadays we were constantly bombarded with paparazzi left right and centre. All of them wanting to know every single little detail about Evelyn and Roger. It was disgusting the lengths they would go to just to get some form of a story. The other week when Roger was talking to a fan in a coffee shop, whilst I ordered our drinks. Someone from a tabloid snapped a photo of them together and made up cheating allegations, it had also been rumoured I had been cheating on Roger with Brian. To be honest a lot of the time the press annoyed me, but when I looked at Roger it all melted away. The one thing they would never know about us, is how truly happy we are together
"Hey babe" Roger said stroking my hair soothingly "I have to head over to Brian's later on"
"Of course no problem" I replied happily, though Roger's eyes for some reason didn't quite meet mine. I brushed it off, almost laughing at myself for being ridiculous. A glowing drop of sunlight slipped in through the large glass windows. Carving Roger's chest and defining it perfectly. I eyed him thirstily, licking my lips as I looked dhin up and down. He noticed me, his eyes darkening slightly as he gave my arse a light spank. I squealed in joy, giggling a little.
"I'm going for a shower. Wanna join?" I said batting my eye lashes innocently at him
"Oh you know I'd love nothing more princess" he smirked, scooping me up and carrying me bridal style into the bathroom.
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-Rogers POV-
that was the first time I had ever lied to Evie and it broke my heart. I hadn't done it maliciously, I just didnt want her to stop me. I had my mind made up about Freddie and I knew what I needed to do. I hailed a cab, my fingers outstretched as I did the familiar action. My leather jacket clung tightly at my chest, I knew it drove Evie crazy. God that girl meant everything to me, I had never been in love before I met her. Everything before her just seems meaningless and irrelevant. I want to have her around all the time and drink in every little piece of her. She has the most beautiful eyes and smile, and the way she twitches her nose when she's confused drives me insane. But most of all I love her passion, the way she can fight her own battles, her internal beauty. I have truly never felt this way, it's almost indescribable. I don't know what to do, she has me head over heels in love with her.
The cab pulled up and I stated an address to the cabbie. His eyes went wide as he heard my voice
"My god. You are Roger fucking Taylor" I chucked in response, still not quite used to all the recognition
"Yesh that's me" I smiled and thanked him as he complimented out band and told me he had been to see us a few times. Eventually the conversation fizzled out and I was left alone again with my thoughts. I could tell Evie was under pressure, the media presence was extremely overwhelming for her. I knew she wasn't used to having cameras in her face constantly. Her fashion line had really blown up, her work was incredible and she deserved it all. But more popularity meant more people knowing her name. Especially in the fashion and music industry. However I loved she had made a name for herself and she wasnt just 'another chick' I had on my arm, she was my everything and I wanted everyone to know it. The city whizzed by, the people outside turning in to a distant blur of bright colours and patterns. On my knee I tapped out a new Phil I had been trying. I hated not working on new music, it was breaking my heart. We all had more than enough money coming in, that wasn't the issue. We had all just lost the love of playing in a band
To be perfectly candid, if I didnt have Evie I dont know what I'd be doing. Well I do, I'd probably be angry, sad and shitfaced.
"Mind if I ask something?" The cabbie piped up from the front
"Of course. Go ahead" I smiled
"You and Evelyn Lily? Is that real? I hear a lot if celebrities just do it for publicity now" he paused realising what he had said "I didnt mean to offend. I wa-"
"With Evie" I smiled laughing to myself almost "it is the most real thing I have ever known. She is it for me, she is the love of my life" I smiled
"So are you two planning in getting married?" He asked playfully wiggling his eyebrows
"As soon as I pluck up the courage to ask her" I laughed back
"Well if you want my opinion. You are ready, you sound like a man in love" he smiled "here is your stop"
I payed him. Shaking his hand and thanking him, whilst tipping him generously. I took a deep breath my shoulders rising and falling rather dramatically as a large and modern house loomed before me. Freddie had always been extravagant but this house was something else. The outside was marble and sculpted to perfection, each perfect carve shining in the distant sun. The hedges were perfectly clipped, each uniform and tidy. A large brass door stood anticipating my arrival. My feet shifted awkwardly on the crunching gravel below me. I straightened my jacket and rapped roughly on the door, completely ignoring the large brass knocker. I waited a few moments, fidgeting anxiously. The door heaved open and I was greeted with familiar thick moustache
"Paul" I smiled, my lips tight as the autumn wind nipped them slightly
"Roger. how are you?" Paul retaliated, shielding the door as if to block any chance I had of getting in
"Is Freddie there?" I asked, the smile still firmly planted on my lips
"Now actually isn't a good time Roger. Hes very busy, he really has been working himself to the bone on these new albums" he paused emphasising the 'albums' "I'd rather youd have called before you came over"
"I did call. Eight times to be specific" I smiled back, feeling anger fuming inside me. I clenched my fist as my jaw tightened and Paul opened his mouth again
"I just think now isn't the best time. Freddie is incredibly busy and I jus-"
"I didnt ask if he was busy. I asked if he was here" I snarled back at Paul. Paul's face darkened
"I think you better leave Roger" he spat at me. Without thinking I kicked him in the shin causing him to yell in pain and pushed past him
"Freddie?! FREDDIE?!" I yelled running though the large rooms in the house. I could hear a fain tinkering of a piano somewhere and I followed it through the large grand hallways. Eventually i stopped as I heard a sad melody floating out of one of the rooms. Without hesitation I clicked the handle open. Freddie looked half in a daze as he played the same syncopated melody over and over.
"Freddie?" I questioned. My voice almost too low for him to hear. His neck snapped up and he looked me dead in the eyes. He looked terrible, he was frail and thin. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin pallid. The room was strewn with empty bottles and glasses. Unfinished lines of coke decorating the various pieces of furniture
"Roger?" He question his eyes almost in disbelief. I smiled rather awkwardly back
"Hey Fred" my voice cracked a little 2ith emotion
"Sorry. If I'd known I was having guests I would have cleaned up a little" he laughed gesturing to the messy room
"I'm not guests Fred. I'm family. You sont have to impress me" I shrugged, moving a bottle put of the way so i could sit down. He coughed rather dramatically. His whole chest seemed to echo around the large room. My heart almost yelped in pain as I saw freddie so limp and lifeless. So unlike the man I knew and loved. I addressed him softly
"Freddie. Come back, we all miss you. It's been too long" I sighed, my eyes pleading "Paul doesn't care about you, I wish you could see it. He is jus-"
"You know it's rather rude to talk about people when they arnt there" a cool voice sounded from the doorway. My head whipped around to see Paul leaving against the door frame.
"I'd happily say it to you" I snarled back "I think you are cruel, vindictive, manipulative and an arse to Freddie. He deserves much better than you, you little prick" I spat at him
"Dont come to my fucking house and speak to me like that" he snapped back
"I think you'll find its Freddie's house. Since he did pay for it" I smirked. His fists were balled and he lunged at me attempting to take a swing at me, he only just grazed my cheek. I swung back at him, swiftly landing three hits. Hearing loud cracks. I finally calmed, my breathing heavy
"I'll see you around Freddie. Give me a call, I could use help planning my proposal to Evie" I said as I left the large house.
Okay. Hey school is stressing me out and I wanna highkey die. How was your day?
You look beautiful today, I love you
Evie xxxx