𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. (+18)

Angel eyes.

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Summary: A few months after the reader ends a rocky relationship with her old boyfriend, she and Roger grow closer. However, she's afraid of getting heartbroken again so she distances herself from Roger. 

"Deaky, I'm telling you, I cannot fall for Roger Taylor." You told the brown haired man. You and John had been friends for years, and you had always told each other everything. You were the first to know of his plans to marry Veronica, you were the first to know new riffs for new songs, and you were the first to know about any anger or frustrations he felt about the band. He was the first to know about your nasty breakup with Arthur, he was the first to know about your blossoming feelings towards Roger, and he was the first to know about your fears of falling in love with him.

"Y/N, you can't be scared of love forever. Besides, distancing yourself from Roger doesn't solve anything either." John claimed, crossing his arms over his chest. He sat across from you at your coffee table, his brow raised and a look that said "I dare you to counteract me" plastered across his face.

"After everything with Arthur," You began, your heart hurting at the mention of the man's name.

"What Arthur did was awful," Deaky interrupted, staring you down attentively. "But Roger would never meaningfully hurt you. And if he did, you know I'd kick his arse before he could even spell 'hurt.'"

You smiled, typical John humor. "Alright, Deaky, I'll think about it." You decided, wanting to change the subject for good.

"I'm serious, Y/N." Deaky said sternly as he looked at you. "Roger misses you. He won't admit it, but he does. He doesn't know what he did wrong."

"John, I promise I'll talk to him soon. Okay?" You sighed, rubbing your temples between your fingers. "I just need some time to work things out. Just some time." You mumbled. You heard John get up, and footsteps come near you.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you sighed, leaning into his chest. Deaky's hugs always made you feel better.

"You'll figure it out." Deaky promised. You could only hope that he was right.

A few weeks later, and you had still not seen Roger. Deaky pestered you for days at a time, but your only remaining excuse was that you still needed time. That excuse itself was weak, but it worked. Somewhat.

You placed the record on it's spot on the record player, lowering the needle down as music filled your small apartment. You hummed along to ABBA, dancing around your home in your over-sized Jaws shirt and fluffy bright blue socks. The rain poured outside, making a tap tap tap sound against the windows of your apartment.

You slid across the living room floor, plopping down on to the ugly mustard yellow couch that haunted your home. You propped your legs up against a pillow, leaning back and closing your eyes. Millions of thoughts swarmed your head, but each ended with either Arthur or Roger.

Last night I was taking a walk along the river
And I saw him together with a young girl
And the look that he gave her made me shiver
Because he always used to look at me that way
And I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say
"Ah-ha-ha, it's a game he likes to play"

You remembered the day you had caught Arthur in your bed with another woman. Not just another woman, it had been a close friend and co-worker, Angela. You remembered the feeling of horror and disgust in the pit of your stomach, which resembled the look of horror on their faces. You could clearly remember the way Arthur had tried to explain himself, and the way you had practically screamed at him to get out of your house and your life.