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On Our Own Part Two (BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader)

Part One

Somebody requested: Will there be another part to On Our Own?? Pleaseeee it cant just end on that note 😭😭

Summary: you and roger broke up six months ago and it’s been even worse than before

Note: i had to write this two times because i accidentally deleted it the first time :)) yay !!

Words: 2715

Your heels clicked as you walked down the cobblestone road, leading up to Garden Lodge. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, anxiety overflowing at this point. You hadn‘t heard from Roger in six months now, so you weren‘t even sure he was still living here. It was quite unlikely. Maybe you should just go home, try another time-

The door flung open. “(Y/N), Darling! Come in!“ Freddie greeted you in an enthusiastic way, giving you a tight hug before rushing you inside. You instantly shivered as you entered the huge house, the aircon seemed to be turned on to a freezing degree.

Freddie’s short hair and mustache were always something new to you, since you had only seen him with long hair the whole two years you and Roger were together. The red jeans and leather jacket with nothing underneath totally seemed like him, though. Greeting Freddie with a warm smile, you looked at Paul, who you just nodded towards. You always hated Paul for making Freddie seem so superficial but made sure to never let him know that.

The two of you went to one of Freddie’s living rooms while Paul let you alone for once. You looked around anxiously, making sure to check every corner if Roger was here.

“He still lives here, probably sleeping right now. Don‘t worry,“ Freddie said as he sat down, advising you to sit down next to him.

“How are you, Freddie? Are you doing well?” You tried not to make it seem like you were just here to see Roger, but also because you missed Freddie. And you did – but you were just not ready to see him again after everything had happened.

“Fabulous, as always. But we don’t have to talk about me, how are you holding up, darling? You don’t look too well,” Freddie asked you as he shot you a pitiful smile, asking one of his servants to turn the kettle on.

“It’s been… tuff,” you admitted as you felt yourself not being able to lie to him. Freddie was someone who would always instantly know what was wrong when he suspected it, and you wanted to ask him about advice concerning Roger anyway.

“I knew it. The day you met Roger at that lake, or something, he came home all sulky, talking about how good you had been doing without him. I didn’t believe any of it. If someone as hard of a rock as Roger is broken, then someone as gentle as you must be absolutely crushed,” Freddie said as he thanked the servant for serving both of you some tea.

“I thought he was doing fine without me, too. Is he okay?” You felt a bit surprised at the fact Roger was also hurting because of your break up. He seemed to be doing excellent.

“In the span of us being Queen, even before Queen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Roger Meddows Taylor be so hurt because of a break up.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes, now putting your elbows on your knees, face buried in your hands. You figured you should calm yourself down before talking, since your sobs would interrupt you anyways. The tears came flowing, you not being able to distract yourself now – what you’ve been doing the past six months, trying to forget him as much as you could. You thought you were done crying over him.

Hell, you had promised yourself you would not cry over this man again.

“He is such a stupid man. The first month he just brought women with him every night, drinking excessively, sleeping in, parties – all to forget you. To make himself believe he was better off without you, I suppose. He eventually stopped as he realized all these things could never compare to you. I just realized how much I liked men all over again when he brought his stupid groupies with him. Disgraces,” Freddie added, trying to lighten the mood a little, and you let out a sad chuckle.

“I was so hurt, Freddie, when he suggested we break up. I didn’t even know if it was him talking or just him being piss drunk, as usual, but I thought he didn’t love me anymore and so I wanted to let him go. I just told him to get his stuff and leave – but I didn’t want him to leave. I really didn’t,” you managed to spit out as Freddie put his arm around you to comfort you.

“We do stupid things when we’re in love. It’s going to be okay,” Freddie just said as he gave you a napkin for you to wipe your tears away.

“Do you think we’re going to be together forever?” you asked Roger as you two were laying in bed on a rainy night, your head on his chest, naked bodies pressed together.

“I like to believe so, why though?” he asked as he continued to smoke the cigarette between his lips.

“What if we fight so much one day that we break up for good?” You sighed at the thought of that.

“Even if that did happen, we’d find our way back to one another,” he confidently said as he rubbed small circles on your back, knowing how the thought of you and Roger not being together made you sad.

“Why are you so sure about that?” you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, not knowing since when Roger had become so dedicated to your relationship.

“Real love doesn’t fade away,” he shrugged, placing a kiss on top of your head.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered as you wiped away your tearstained face and smudged makeup, trying to get a grip on yourself.

“Talk to him. He misses you as much as you miss him. What’s the point of not being together if you two are hurting so much?”

You thought about that for a few seconds. “He had women over?” you asked as you realized what Freddie had said minutes before.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now? He loves you, you airhead. And you love him. Don’t let that go away. And if you do make up, get him out of my house. Bloody fucker doesn’t pay rent or do shit here,” he said as he lightly hit your knee, earning a muffled giggle from you, you still trying to wipe your nose in an attempt to clean yourself up.

You two started talking a bit about Queen’s big upcoming world tour, and you sighed at the thought of not joining them this time.

“Touring is the best and worst thing at the same time,” Freddie exclaimed as he casually downed a shot of vodka because of his strap throat. Typical.

“I can imagine. I’m always so stressed when you guys tour and I’m not even a part of Queen.”

“Where is my shirt? Phoebe, I need my shirt!” Freddie screamed as he frantically waved his hands around in a pile of clothes, searching for a shirt.

“Brian, you’re definitely not going to wear clogs, are you?”

“Deaky, where are your pants?”

“Rog!” you shouted as you spotted Roger in the dressing room, him putting a white and red striped shirt on that showed off his toned physique. When his eyes met yours, he smiled before engulfing you in a big bear hug, you pressing small kisses around his jawline and neck.

“If you continue doing that, we won’t even make it up to the gig, love,” Roger chuckled as you felt your cheeks turn red. You gently placed both of your hands on each side of his head, giving him a slow, but meaningful kiss, his hands on your elbows now, feeling a bit overwhelmed at you just suddenly kissing him. When you two broke apart, you leaned your forehead against his, looking into his glowing, green eyes. He had eyeliner on. What a man.

“I love you so much, you’ll do great today,” you said, your hands still on his cheeks, scrunching up your nose a bit because you adored him so much.

He laughed at your cuteness. “I love you too, buttercup.”

Fully lost in your thoughts, you were brought back to reality by a loud rumble from upstairs. Confused, you looked at Freddie, who just shrugged. “Looks like the Hulk is finally up.”

You felt the anxiety rise in you, not knowing what to do – or say. You could literally feel yourself fainting as Roger trotted down the stairs. White shirt, which was unbuttoned at the collar, black, Adidas joggers and messy, bed hair. It seemed to be bit shorter now. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning, not looking up to realize who was standing there.

“Ugh, Fred, I think I broke the b-“ He started, but immediately stopped talking as he saw you. He didn’t realize it at the time, but he was holding his breath.

“Paul? Oh, I think Paul just called me. Be right back ladies, tschüss,” Freddie rushed and practically ran to the kitchen, trying to avoid the awkward mess between the two of you.

Roger was baffled by your beauty, like every time. Shiny hair pulled back into a ponytail, a couple strands of hair falling out of it, perfectly framing your face, rosy cheeks, pink lips – your beautiful eyes.

“(Y/N),” was all he could say.

“Roger.” You stood up, anxiously grabbing your bag before tossing it to the couch, slowly approaching him. Out of instinct, you opened your arms to hug him, resting your head on the crook of his neck, taking in his sweet scent. Hesitating, he decided to hug you back, wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. You loved his hugs. They gave you a sense of comfort, as if you two were the last two puzzle pieces, perfectly fitting each other.

The room was completely silent, you could only feel Rogers chest rising, his heart beating rapidly.

“What are you doing here?” he muffled into your hair, refusing to let you go.

“Just wanted to check in on you guys.” I wanted to see you.

“Delilah is doing splendid. Gave me scratches all over my back a couple days ago for sitting on her favourite couch.”

You both laughed at that. You could feel your eyes becoming glossy again, feeling an itch in your throat, but you tried to overcome the urge to cry again.

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” you managed to say, slowly loosening your grip around Rogers waist.

“I was always here, why didn’t you come around sooner?” He stopped hugging you now, too, awkwardly facing you now. You gestured for the both of you to sit down now, so you did.

“I was busy, you know. Why didn’t you come over? You know where we- where I live.” You almost wanted to slap yourself for bringing up the fact you still lived at yours and Rogers former apartment.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he just straight up responded, not wanting to lie to you anymore about him being busy, because he was pretty sure Freddie had already told you how miserable he had been feeling.

You didn’t know what to say to not make it necessarily seem like you missed him, because you were just scared of how he would respond. Maybe he was just fed up at this point, not wanting to continue all the hurt he had been through. Maybe he had given up on you.

“I missed you,” he suddenly admitted, not really knowing why he had just said that. Maybe it was his longing for you, maybe it was the hangover he had from one of Freddie’s parties the day before – but it could also just be his sleepiness. Nonetheless, he was glad he said it. And you were glad too.

“I missed you too, so much,” you answered instantly, not knowing what had gotten into you now.

He felt wide awake at you saying that. “You did?”

You frowned. “Of course, Roger. What did you think?”

“You just- you seemed to be doing so good when I last saw you. I didn’t, I didn’t think- “

“I’m not doing good. You have no idea how messed up I’ve been feeling for the past six months,” you just answered him, feeling dedicated to express your emotions now. You were done lying to him. You were done hiding your feelings, your hurt, the pain of not being with the one you loved.

Now he was the one who felt like crying, tears forming in his eyes. “Me too. I hate every moment without you, (Y/N).”

You felt yourself becoming an emotional mess again. “Then why?” You didn’t have to finish the sentence, but it was clear you were talking about the break up.

“I didn’t know what came over me. I was so angry and stressed because of work, and drunk, too – “

“That doesn’t give you the right to mess me – mess us – up, like that.” You were visibly crying at this point, him reaching out to grab your hand. You let him.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot. I thought you’d come visit me the first two months, but then I realized you weren’t coming, so I tried going by the lake a couple days, hoping I’d see you there. And I was so ready to get on my knees on an instant when I saw you, not in a perverted way, or anything, but just to ask you to forgive me. But you seemed to be doing so well, and I couldn’t bear myself to mention us being back together again. I didn’t even realize how much I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. So much,” he confessed, feeling his heart drop the moment he mentioned him hurting you.

You could visibly feel your heart break all over again. “This is so much to deal with, Roger, I don’t know- “

“I know.”

He gulped hard, staring into your eyes in a piercing way, holding your hand tightly, looking like he was afraid of what he was going to say next-

“I still love you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

Silence.

Your face went slack, mouth slightly open, body unmoving as you stared wide-eyed at the boy you fell in love with two years ago, and still loved now. You then let out a sudden sigh, opening your mouth to speak, and yet you snapped it shut, gulping while doing that. Then with a little more success you said something, but it came out raspy, barely audible. “I still love you too.”

All the hurt Roger and you had been feeling over the past six months vanished at that exact moment.

Roger gently caressed your face and as he pulled you in closer, you both stared deeply into each other's eyes as if you were reading the other's mind. You began to smile relieved as you pulled Roger in towards you and kissed him passionately. It was a longing kiss, him nibbling on your bottom lip to pull you in even closer than you two were already. Just as you always did, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands buried in his locks. The kiss tasted salty from your tears, but you didn’t give a shit about that.

You were kissing the love of your life again.

After making out for what only felt like a couple seconds, you two broke apart, gasping for air as you continued to look at each other. He smiled sweetly, but also felt guilty. “We were so stupid. We wasted so much time.” he managed to say before he hugged you again.

“It’s okay. Real love doesn’t fade away,” you answered him, quoting what he once had told you.

Next thing you knew, Roger lifted you up over his shoulders to take you upstairs to his bedroom. You didn’t even resist, knowing he was doing that to make up for lost time.

On your way there, you two ran into Freddie. “Keep it down, lovebirds, I’m sick and I don’t want to hear any shouting,” was all Freddie said.

“We can’t promise you that,” Rog shouted as he ran upstairs, earning a yelp from you.

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