Falling Slowly ⤖ Roger Taylor [Completed]

Don't Say His Name

It was probably a bad idea to drink at this point. But after the shittiest day you had, drinking seemed like the only reasonable option. Alcohol made you unpredictable and uncontrollable, but at least you would stop being sad. You felt your absolute worst at that point and as you passed a bar, you found yourself swinging the door open and you headed inside. You buried your face in your hands, your tears dried against your cheeks and ordered a drink. One drink turned into three and within an hour you had more drinks than you should have.

You were angry. Way angrier than you had ever been. Roger had stood you up. He had the nerve to not show up. You felt embarrassed, ashamed and you hated him. You had no idea how you managed to walk till Freddie's home in the state that you were in because you felt like hitting everything and everyone in your way.

You didn't bother ringing the bell and kicked the door open, the party was in full swing, it was 1 am and guests were still coming in.

You looked around and spotted Freddie.

"Y/N! What are you doing here ? Did you meet Roger?" He asked, note the expression on your face.

"Do not" You yelled "Say his name" You grabbed the drink out of Freddie's hand and downed it in one go.

"What happened?" Freddie asked, lowering his voice.

"He's an asshole, that's what happened. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much" You said.

"Are you drunk?" He asked "I don't think drinking is a good idea right now"

"Oh, just shut up with you and your ideas! Some grand, romantic gesture it was! The only thing epic about it was how much it failed" You said back angrily and you saw a few heads turn.

"Mary, get her out of here" Freddie said and Mary rushed to you.

"No, don't touch me" You said "Unless you want a hit to the face"

"Jesus, Y/N. Calm down!" Mary cried.

You felt sick. And heartbroken. Because of an asshole. You wondered why you had ever been friends with him. That time that you stood by waiting for him were horrible. All you wanted was to never see his face again.

"Come with me, let's get you washed up" Mary said and held your arm, leading you to the bathroom. She splashed water on your face and you breathed. You needed to calm down. Your emotions were all over the place. You stumbled out of the bathroom, determined to go home and pass out, when you spotted him.

He leaned against the wall, a smug smile on his face, a girl on his arm and a drink in his hand. You could kill him honestly. He was wearing a white fringe vest, his bare chest visible with pants that hung loosely just below his navel.

"Um, Y/N, the door is over there" Mary said, panicking when she saw that you had noticed him.

"Give me a minute" You said, softly.

"Let's go home please?" Mary pleaded "I don't want to cause a scene"

"I just need to talk to him" You said, a calm tone to your voice "I won't cause a scene I promise"

Mary looked at you suspiciously and let go of her hold on your arm. You straightened up and began walking towards him, through the sea of people which parted as they gave you way. He was laughing at something the girl said. His hand was on her ass and she kept leaning more into him.

"Roger" You said as you found yourself in front of him. The music was loud. He hadn't noticed you, even though you were right in front of him.

You turned and saw Mary looking at you, worried.