Roger Taylor, Barbara Rosabella's 'love of her life', regardless of the fact that they are best friends. Having known each other since the beginning of their teenage years, they grow up together and bring out the best in each other, talk about their...
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7 months later: Christmas Eve 1969 Chap16
Barbara's P.O.V
"Who's idea was it to sleep here again?" I question as the seven of us enter the clothing stall in the late evening of Christmas Eve. Myself, Roger, Freddie, Mary, Stella, Brian and Tim. I turn myself around and meet eyes with Freddie who smiles cheekily at me, "Of course."
The man had clearly made the effort. He had hung up red and white balloons around the back of the stall, in the corner of the room there was a pile of blankets and pillows, alcohol on the coffee table by some shelves which held a lamp and some boxes. I wasn't stupid either, Freddie himself had invited Tim and Brian, thinking that maybe something would happen tonight, when I knew for sure, that nothing would.
It had been seven months since our drunken kiss, I was beginning to think that Tim had forgotten or not remembered it at all. Either way, I was too nervous to bring it up or talk to him about it. Nonetheless, I was able to hold a conversation with him. His absence within my life during the summer had been a necessity, I hardly thought of him, he no longer invaded my mind with silly thoughts which was a relief.
"Help yourselves to some alcoholic beverages my dears," Freddie states with a huge smile on his face as he holds Mary close next to him, his voice louder as he gestures towards all of the bottles with his free arm.
I smiled at Freddie's happiness. I'd felt so uplifted and happy seeing my friends so content, Freddie had just got himself a job, around a month ago now, working at Heathrow airport for some extra money for the apartment that he shared with Roger. I knew that the last thing that he wanted to do was lose the apartment and move back into his parent's home. A lot of stress had been taken off of him, leaving his band had helped, his frustration caused by his band mates had gone too.
Roger stood beside me, looking around at the small room, how well it had been decorated. It was so Christmassy, complete and utter magic with even better company.
"Did you help him with this?" I ask, smiling widely as my eyes travel around the tidy stall.
He nodded with a proud look showing upon his facial features, "I did, do you like it?"
"I love it."
The Summer had done me and Roger's friendship wonders, I practically lived at his and Freddie's apartment for weeks and weeks, Stella joined a few times. She was feeling rather low at the time due to her relationship with Michael crumbling. Her time spent with us healed her. We all spent most days together, although some days it would just be me and Roger, we sat together and listened to new music, the latest news, other days we'd leave the apartment for the record shop.
