"Damn it, Roger!" You groaned, grabbing his arm, pulling him along with you.

"What?" He chuckled innocently, still drinking his alcohol as you were pulling him out of the club.

You groaned, turning around and grabbing his drink out of his hand and plopped it down on an empty table next to you as you left the club.

"What? Why are we leaving?" He asked very drunkenly.

"Because, " you put harshly, dragging him out of the bar. You pushed the door open, your face expression fuming.

"Because? Because why?" He pouted, as you opened the car door for him, glaring at him so he'd get into the passenger side.

"Just get in," you commanded, as he shrugged, slipping into the car.

You went to the driver's side and opened the door, getting into the car.

"(Y/N)," Roger said calmly, turning his head to you. "Why are we leaving?"

You bit your lip, looking down at your lap. You didn't want to recall what you saw Roger doing but at that time you knew it was time for you to leave.

You looked up from your lap and returned the gaze of your boyfriend. His face was no longer entertainingly drunk, but now his expression had softened into more of a tired and concerned look. His perfect droopy blue eyes looked sad, wondering why he had been pulled out of the club.

You sighed, now knowing that you would indeed have to confront Roger about it. "I was ordering a drink, and while I was waiting, I looked around the club, and I saw you flirting with another woman. You were smiling at her, twirling her hair, making her laugh... Roger, you don't even do those things for me half the time anymore."

It was true.

Over a few years, your relationship had softened down. You didn't want to hang out with each other as often (or he didn't anyway), you rarely shared any intimacy anymore, and every time you went out with one another, it would always end up with him checking out, or flirting with another woman. It was like your relationship was spiraling out of control.

You understood he was a rockstar and that he was busy most of the time, but when he wasn't busy, it was like he was some sort of single man. But the rockstar life isn't an excuse to be promiscuous when you're in a relationship.

And whenever you confronted him about it, he would always wave it off and say something like: 'Dont worry about it, I didn't mean a thing,' 'Whatever you saw was untrue, I would never do that,' or, 'I'm sorry, it'll never happen again.' But it did. Over, and over again. And when he owned up to his actions, it always ended up in apologetic sex, or in the morning he would wake you up with something stupid like "forgive me?" flowers, or breakfast in bed. You loved Roger, but his flirtatiousness was getting out of hand.

"That's stupid, you know I would never do that to you (Y/N). I-" He waved it off like it was some kind of annoying moth, but he knew it was true. He couldn't meet your eyes when he said that.

"Roger!" You interrupted him, your eyes on the verge of tearing up. "You do know it's true. You do know this relationship is falling apart. That's why you're going around, flirting with every woman that happens to lay eyes on you."

His eyes still wouldn't meet yours.

You felt wet tears starting to trickle down the sides of your face, so you blinked, trying to get rid of them, and turned your head to look out your window so he wouldn't see your pain. 

For a moment, you sat there, staring out your window, while the stale and silent, awkward air only grew.

Finally, after drying up your tears and letting the silent air grow, you turned to him. "Roger, I'm tired of your bullshit."

His face snapped up and finally, his eyes met yours. You could tell he felt guilty about it, but that wasn't enough. You needed confirmation that he was sorry about it.

"What do you mean?" He asked, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"I'm tired of everything. You, your ability to lie to me, to think I'm not catching on to what you're playing, to make me feel like I'm loved one second then make me feel like I belong in the trash the next. You're playing with my heart, Roger Taylor!" You shout, anger being very apparent in your tone.

Shouting at him seemed to make him wake up from his drunken state, and he looked very taken back. "I-I'm sorry (Y/N), I had no clue it was affecting you."

You rolled your eyes, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel while letting out a scoff. "Yeah right. If you didn't know, then why did you give me apologetic sex, or 'I'm sorry' flowers, huh? Tell me, Taylor. Tell me why you thought you didn't know."

He sighed, letting out a shaky breath. "I can't."

You nodded, turning over the engine, letting the car turn on while buckling yourself in. "That's what I thought. This," you gestured between the two of you. "Is over."

Roger's eyes immediately widened. "God, no, oh my God, (Y/N), I promise it won't happen again, let me make it up to you--no, no, no, this can't be happening, (Y/N) please!" He begged, sounding panicky while looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

"Roger, I'm going to drop you home, and then I'm going to pack my stuff and leave, I hope that's alright," you say, keeping your eyes on the road in front of you, leaving the club's parking lot.

Roger let out a shaky sigh, turning his head towards the window. "If that's what you really want."

---

On the way to Roger's house, the rain had started to fall, causing the awkward silence to only become more awkward, so naturally, he turned on some music.

Unfortunately for him, it was one of his songs he turned on, and so you immediately switched the station. You could never hear his band the same.

Just as you continued to drive, you truly believed it couldn't have gotten worse, until you hear a huge pop, and your car starting to wobble, making you realize you had a flat tire. You groan, pulling over the car out of the road over to the side, then placed it in park.

"I got it," Roger says quickly, probably desperate to get out of the awkward situation.

You nod, staying put in your car seat, not wanting to meet the rain and your ex-boyfriend.

Alas, as you thought you could stay seated, Roger walks up to your window, knocking on it.

So you roll the window down, seeing him bundled up in a poncho. "Yeah?"

"Can you um... Come out here and help me? I can't see in the dark, so I'm going to need you to hold the flashlight while I change the tire," he says softly, probably trying to not make you mad in any way possible.

You nod, opening your car door which made him step back out of the way. You quickly rush over to the back trunk and pull out an umbrella and the flashlight, turning it on, along with opening the umbrella.

Roger goes over to the flat tire with the spare tire and lug wrench in hand, while you hold the flashlight over him.

He quickly gets to work, loosening the nuts on the tire before taking them off, then the tire and so on. You watch him work, admiring his skills. That's one thing you were going to miss about him. You were going to miss him totally, it was just the fact that he couldn't stay committed to you that made you break up with him. There was nothing else wrong with him, it was just that.

Suddenly you hear a clink, followed by a curse word coming from the man himself.

You follow the sound and realize he kicked his wrench out into the middle of the road by accident, so you sigh, "I'll go get it."

You carefully walk out into the middle of the road, careful not to get hit by passing cars. You eventually find the wrench and pick it up, but just as you were about to turn around to return it to Roger, you hear a huge honk and see a semi-truck headed your way, its bright white lights seemed to blind you.

Out of shock, you freeze, unable to move as your legs felt like they wouldn't budge. It felt like you were stuck in cement.

Thankfully, you were pulled out of your mental shock, by Roger Taylor himself, tackling you out of the way of the semi-truck.

Rolling to the other side, safe out of traffic, you start to immediately cry, just now realizing that you could've died. You covered your face with your hands, ashamed that you couldn't move quickly out of the way because you felt like you were trapped there on the road.

"Hey, hey, hey, shh... Shh... Everything's fine," Roger said calmly, still laying on top of you from saving your life. "Breathe (Y/N), breathe."

You tried listening to his advice, breathing in and out, but you kept getting caught up in your own tears which made you cry even more.

"Hey, you're alive. You're fine," He soothed, rubbing your shoulder, which made you relax some. "Everything's alright. Don't worry, you're fine."

Finally, you soften up, wiping your tears away after crying your heart out. "T-thank you, Roger. I-I don't know what to say."

He smiled, getting up off of you, holding out his hand. "Come on, let's get you home. I'll finish this up, and you can sit in the car where its dry, alright?"

You nod, sniffing before taking his hand and standing up off of the ground. While still holding his hand, you don't think any of it, as if you two were still together, he takes you back to the car and opens it for you, letting you lay down in the backseat.

---

"Thank you so much, Rog," you say, changed into dry clothes, wrapped up in a warm blanket while holding a hot cup of tea, looking at him as he stokes the fireplace.

"Oh no problem," he says nonchalantly. "I just um... Yeah, anytime." He finishes, now turning to you, then sitting beside you on the couch.

"I'm sorry... For everything," you apologize before taking a sip of your tea. "Can I make it up to you somehow?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it's fine. You just almost died for crying out loud, you're fine. If anyone should do the making up, it's me. I screwed up. I know I did."

You chuckle, still feeling really guilty for yelling at him. You hardly yelled at him, and whenever you did you always regret it immediately afterward as you do now.

"Well," he gets up off of the couch, walking away from you. "I'll pack up your stuff for you while you sit there and get warm, alright?"

You shake your head. "Wait."

Roger turns back around to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

You bit your tongue, knowing it was a stupid question, but you wanted to know why anyway. "Why did you do this? I just broke up with you, and you could've not cared that I almost died. You could've just driven home and dropped me off telling me to pack up then leave. You didn't have to set up the fireplace for me or make me tea or give me a fresh set of clothes to wear. Why?"

He smiled and made his way back over to you, sitting next to you. "Because, (Y/N), well, one, I'm a decent human being, and two, I still love you. You may not be my girlfriend anymore, but I still love you. "

You raised your eyebrows, a glimmer of hope sparked within you. "You do?"

He nodded while pulling you into a hug. "Yes, I do. Those other girls mean nothing to me, I swear. I'm just drunk and am in no state of mind to be doing stuff by myself, so it just happens I suppose." He pulls you apart and looks at you, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "I'm afraid of losing you, (Y/N). I don't know what I would do without you."

You felt your heart swell with emotions, a smile spreading upon your face. "I don't know what I would do without you either, Roger. Especially after tonight."

He chuckles, taking your tea and setting it on the coffee table, then grabbed your hands, looking intently into your eyes. "Yes, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be sitting right here, you'd probably be in the hospital."

You laugh, nodding. "Yeah. Thanks again."

He laughs too, nodding as well. "Again, no problem. Just... Don't lose your head next time and run, got it?" He chuckles.

"Got it."

For a while, you sit there, staring at one another, wanting to kiss him but you weren't sure if he was okay with that. You wanted him back. Couples had their fights, and this just happened to be one of them.

Suddenly you saw his lips slowly part, leaning into you. At that moment you knew what he was doing, so you followed suit, doing the same. Eventually, your lips met, and you sighed in relief, having that moment of satisfaction once again.

You run your hands through his damp hair, not wanting to let those blonde locks of his go. He smiles into the kiss as he feels your soft hands in his hair, giving him permission to rest his hands at your sides.

As you continue to kiss, you feel it start to heat up, as his hands travel up and down your sides, which was something you didn't want to happen. You were about to part the kiss when suddenly he leans you against the couch with him on top. You guess you had given him the wrong message, so you pull apart.

"Hey," you chuckle, pressing a finger up against his lips. "Not tonight."

He smirks against your finger before pulling back. "Does this mean we're back together?" He asks, his blue eyes filled with pure happiness and curiosity.

You shrug. "Only if you promise you're committed to me and only me."

"Can I be committed to the band too?"

You laugh. "Yes, sure."

He smiles, pecking your lips. "Then I promise. I promise I am committed to you, and only you, (Y/N) (L/N). And the band."

You run your fingers through his hair one more time before smiling. "I'll do the same for you then, Roger Taylor."

He smiles widely before letting his eyes wander your face. "I love you. I promise I'll never let you go."

"Promise?"

"Promise."
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Sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted EstherComth. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I got kind of carried away while writing aha. 💕💕