Bohemian Rhapsody//Fanfics

I want to break free// Chapter 6

//Weeks Later//
Freddie invited you to a dinner party. Just you, him and his mother dropping food off every few minutes. Or so you thought.
"Thank you for the food Mrs.Bulsara." You smiled at Freddie's mother who you grew to love quickly. She silently nodded. Freddie grabbed his water and took a sip.
"Hey there daddy long legs," Freddie looks behind you. Confusion filled you as you turned around to see The curly haired male roll his eyes. Behind him emerged John.
"I told you to stop calling me that," Brian sat down at the table.
"I thought you said-"
"Darling you know I lie," his dark brown hair bounces as he moves his head. "Besides what's a dinner party without John! He has amazing dance moves,"
"Shut It Fred,"
"You Shut It,"
"I swear if you both don't shut it I will stuff this bread in your faces until you pass out,"
"Be quiet daddy long legs,"
Brian raises his hand quickly to Freddie's face.
"I will end you,"
You chuckle.
"If you three don't stop Im not coming to any more of your gigs,"
And like that they all sat straight. It took a few seconds before finally asking where Rog was.
"Where is.."
"He didn't want to come." Freddie took another sip.
"Well why not?"
"Because He knew you'd be here," Freddie smirked devilishly.
"He told us what happened between you two," Brian grabs the food off the table counting all of the pieces.
"Of course," you rolled your eyes.
"He isn't really want to trust with loyalty but give him time to know you, in order to do that is to spend time with him.." He smiled sweetly at you. John was always the one to give actual good advice, the rest would just criticize about the topic conversation. You nodded showing agreement.

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You plopped yourself on the bed before getting up again to change. Your hand reached for the blue knee high nightgown with floral imprints on it. You placed it on and then let your hair down. There was a hair brush placed on the bed so you grabbed it, walked to the mirror and brushed your hair.
That's when you began to think about Roger again, and st that thought the phone rang. You ran to pick it up and to your surprise It was Roger.

scary.

"Roger it's late why are you calling me at this time?"

"What? can't a guy call his girlfriend?"

"We aren't dating Roger," you laughed.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"My heart breaking into a million pieces because of what you just said,"

"That was horrible,"

"I know,"
You both laughed.

"Seriously, why did you call at this time?"

"I just..." there was a pause, "I just wanted to hear your voice. Since I don't think I'll see you this weekend I want to at least hear you."
Your heart tightened at this. You parted your lips to gasp for a little bit of air.

"Well.." you placed a piece of hair behind your ear, "why don't you just come over?"

"Are you serious?"

"Why of course-" The phone suddenly made a beeping noise signifying that he had hung up. You stood in silence and the only thing you could hear was your breath.
A few minutes later you heard a knock at the door. You opened it to see the panting, pretty blonde boy.
"Roger you live 20 minutes away! How on earth-"
He placed his arms around your waist, putting the tip half of your body on his shoulder.
"Roger!" You try to separate his arms from your waist but he plops you on the bed. A moment of realization hits you. He unfolds the blanket and slides himself in it.
"Roger.. Im not ready.."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not ready for...this type of intimacy."
"Well it isn't what I was apposing too.."
You were confused. You always say Roger as 'that' kind of person.
"What were you planning on doing instead?"
He shrugged his shoulders looking at you.
"I was hoping we could... sleep. While I hold you. Right here." He patted the empty space in the bed next to you.
A smile rose on your face.
"That sound good?" He asked sitting upwards, laying his back on the bed frame. You nod. He opens his arms and you throws yourself in the covers. You pointed at his grey shirt.
"Off,"
He raised an eyebrow.
"That's if you want to... I just thought I'd be more comfortable."
"No no.. it's fine." He slides his shirt off. He rings his arms around you. It felt nice, you felt protected.
"You feel alright?" He asked.
I'm so into you
"I feel fine. How about you?"
He pouts his lip and looks up at the ceiling
"Yeah, I feel alright,"
You turn your head upwards to meet with his eyes.
"What are we?" You ask him.
"We're lovers who are trying to find a way to love without hurting each other. That's what we are, and the only way we can be together is if you can just trust me. Friends don't do the thing we do,"
You slid yourself over top of him so you can see his face better.
"We cuddle while trying to sleep, I hug you everyday even though you try to pull away, I carry you over a cliff while we both end up falling in, only to feel your arms around me, that could happen but we could be together,"
"But Im afraid-"
"I know you're afraid.. but it won't do us good if we stay apart and do these things together. Listen I love you but I think looking at you, right now, I might be in love with you."
Your stomach fluttered at those words.
You smiled.
"You're getting yourself through hell,"
He raised his eyebrows.
"Hell? Is that what your love is? Guess I'll have to deal with it."
Your fingers rubbed against each other. You repeatedly nod your head.
"I'll do it," you smiled. His face immediately beamed. He rose up into a sitting position, pulling you with him.
"Really?" He smiled. You nodded. Roger leaned in, also pulling you towards his lips. You both fall backwards on the bed. He kissed you again. Roger intertwined his fingers with yours.
Now you could officially say,
Is that you were dating Roger Taylor,
And that was the most painful but best thing you'd ever done.

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I seriously have to check for grammar mistakes but at this point I don't care. Comment a few ideas if you'd like!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~Lily