Maylor: The Love Story Of Roger Taylor, And Brian May

Chapter 27

ROGER

Brian and I are left alone in our hotel room. I stare at him, with worry as he looks at himself in the mirror. I see him glance at me, and I quickly dart my focus. "Trust me Roggie, I'm okay." He says with a small smile on his face. "I know, I know... i- I just worry," I say. Brian turns around, and walks over to the bed. He sits on the bed next to me, and takes my hands in his. "It's been a long day, I know." He says in a soft voice. "But it'll get better. Yes the press wasn't happy, but who cares? It's our relationship, we decide what happens," he says. I caress his face softly. "I just get so insecure... I haven't even told my parents about us yet. They don't know that I'm gay. What will happen when the press releases this to the public?" I feel my heart rate pick up. "What will they think? What will our fans think?" I ask. "I don't know yet, but we will figure it out. Everything will be okay," he says, reassuringly. I feel a tiny smile start on my face. "I love you, Brian," I say. He kisses my lips softly. "I love you too, Roger."

I can't sleep. How can I? I stare at the ceiling, thoughts swimming around in my head. Brian is sleeping right next to me. I need some fresh air. I slowly remove the blankets, trying not to wake Brian. I swing my legs around, and slowly stand off the bed. I make my way to our balcony. I open the sliding door, quietly, and step outside. I slowly close the door behind me. I take a deep breath in, then turn around. I stare at the city in the night sky. There is a lot of fog in the air, making it impossible to see the stars. There is a cool breeze that blows my hair a bit. I lean over the balcony bars, and take a deep breath in... then out... "What do I do?" I whisper. I felt stares in that room yesterday. Really unsettling stares. I don't want to have that feeling constantly. I can't have it. Fuck, I haven't even told my parents about me, and Brian yet. What will they say? What will they think? I run my hand through my hair, and sigh. Everything won't be okay...

First thing I do when I get up in the morning is check the news. I have to see what's going on. I sit there for 10 minutes or so, and I don't hear anything... yet. I huge feeling of relief over takes my body. "How're you feeling today?" Brian asks. "Better," I say. "How's your eye?" I ask. "It feels a lot better," he says positively. I glance over to him, he's smiling at me. I stand up, and walk over to him. I take my arms, and pull him in tight. He seems confused at first, but then he embraces my touch. We stand there in silence, for a minute.

I jump in the shower because Brian says it might help me think, and feel better. He says he'll get me coffee while I'm in there. I get in the shower, and start washing my hair. Thoughts start to come back into my mind again. I guess I'm just worried about Brian and I the most. I don't want this to ruin our relationship. I love him, more than I've loved anyone before. I just... I just don't want him to leave me. I need him, more than he knows.

It's going on 11 AM by the time we're fully ready. We have to catch our bus at 1 PM for the trip to our next tour stop. We grab all our suitcases, and make our way over to John's room. I knock on his door, and hear him say something. I slowly open the door, and see John sitting on the bed. "Good morning John," Brian says. "G'morning!" He says. I allow Brian to walk in front of me, then I close the door behind us. "Where's Freddie?" I ask. "I have no clue. He was up for god knows how long drinking last night." John says. He then glances over at Brian. "How's your eye?" He asks. "Better, but it definitely left a mark though," he laughs a bit. "Everything about yesterday has been on the news frequently this morning," John says. I feel my heart stop. "How- how bad is it?" I ask. "It isn't too bad... but some aren't too happy either," he says. "Wonderful," I grunt. I run my hand through my hair nervously. "Everything will be oka-" suddenly the door bursts open. "Goodmorning darlings," Freddie says, triumphantly. I hear myself  grunt.