Bound to you

Cocaine

Mary and I had been with the boys in the studio for days it seemed like. They were only recording a handful of songs for their first album, but Freddie wanted everything perfect. We swapped laying in each other's laps for short naps or we were talking to the boys trying to help them figure lyrics out. The only time me being an English major came in handy. Everyone had finally decided to take a break and go grab food, but I felt too nasty to be out eating and asked them to bring me something back.

I found myself creeping around the studio, feelings everything. Letting my fingers run over all the nobs and buttons they used to record. I walked into the sound room where the boys did the recording and traced my fingers across the piano before my eyes landed on Roger's drums. Watching him play them had been mesmerizing today. He wasn't playing for a crowd trying to hype them up, he play for himself and the record they were putting out, and I loved every minute of it.

"Enjoying yourself, love?" I jumped at the sound of Roger's voice, not expecting him to be there. I turned around and saw him leaning against the doorway to the room. "I should be asking you, how long were you watching me?" "Long enough to know you should've asked my drums out before feeling them up like that." He laughed. I fake laughed at him as he walked in and sat down on the stool. "I thought you went to get food with everyone?" "I needed a break from everyone, was starting to lose my cool." He brushed his hands through his hair.

"What about your date?" I furrowed my brows at him. "What about it?" I guess Mary can't keep secrets. "Aren't you going to be late?" I peered down at my watch checking the time. "I suppose I might be." I chuckled. "Don't you want to leave and get ready?" "Trying to get rid of me, Taylor?" I cocked my head at him making him laugh. "Doesn't really matter if i'm late." I truly didn't care for going out with Aaron. Sure, I was excited about it at first but the more I thought -about it the more I realized going out with my boss was a bad idea.

"I'd rather say I was here while Queen recorded their first album than on a date with some guy who owns a bar." This made Roger laugh aloud and it was a nice sound. I watched as he dug in his pocket pulling out a small bag, dumping out whatever was in it on one of his drums. "Flour? Why do you have flour?" "Really, love?" He look amused at me almost and then it hit me. "You do coke?" He nodded his head while he made three lines of the white powder and pulled a rolled up bill out of his pocket.

Of course I had heard of cocaine and seen it in movies, but that was it. It was only a thing that was done in movies never in real life. But I stood there, unable to take my eyes off Roger as he snorted two of the lines, closing one of his nostrils and sucking hard to get it all back then wiping his nose. He looked up and met my intense stare with an amused grinned. "Never seen it before?" "Is it that obvious?" I broke my stare and blinked. I slowly reached to touch the third line and Roger batted my hand away. I furrowed my brows and pulled my hand back to my chest. "You can't touch this, it's not good for you." I raised a brow at him. "So you can do it, but I can't touch?"

He laughed before doing the last line. "I don't want it to ruin someone like you." I licked my lips before biting the bottom one. "Someone like me?" He wouldn't look at me now, he licked his finger and got up the small bits left and rubbed it on his gums. "Think any different of me?" He avoided my question. "Why do you do it?" "Coffee only keeps me awake so much, sometimes a line or two before a show if i'm belligerent drunk. Not an every day thing." I was absorbing everything he was telling me, he was being open. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and piss him off again and we go back to hating each other. "Roger.." I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Finish that thought, love." I met his eyes, but only for a moment before looking away. I didn't mind if he did it, he was grown, not my boyfriend and a Rockstar. Someone like Roger couldn't be controlled and I don't think he ever wanted to be. Before I could say anything the band started walking back in the room and Roger put the bag back in his pocket. "What have you two been doing?" Freddie asked looking between both of us. "I was just leaving, got a date." I walked out of the sound room, but could feel Roger starring at me.

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I had been late arriving where Aaron told me to meet him, but he was even later than I was which irritated me slightly. I smiled as I finally saw him walk through the door, standing to hug him. "Fashionably late." I joked with him. "I'm really sorry about that, something happened at the bar." He said as he took his seat across from. And I suddenly found myself wishing it was Roger sitting across from me. He would've came back with a sarcastic remark rather than apologizing to me, making me laugh of course.

I blinked hard trying to get the idea out of my head, Roger was not something I wanted to get wrapped up in. I wouldn't be one of his groupies. I valued myself way too much to let myself get treated the way he treats women. But that didn't stop me from thinking about him nearly all the time. "So," Aaron pulled me out of my thoughts which I was thankful for. "What brought you here? Tell me everything I need to know about Memphis Ryan."

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We spent the last hour and a half talking about each other, me mostly. I told him how I was there for school to get my degree in English and that I wasn't sure where I would be after graduation. How I wanted to write poetry and that I loved to paint. He told me about getting the bar and almost losing the bar which he could laugh about now and how he's a college dropout and his parents were still mad at him about it. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't an enjoyable night, or that I found myself even more attracted to Aaron the more I got to know him.

"Mind if we go by the bar for a moment? Just want to check before I retire home for the night." "It's fine." Aaron had offered to walk me home after and of course I let him, I would've let him do anything he wanted at this point; I was swooning over him. He opened the door and let me in first and followed and we were welcomed by loud arguing and a glass breaking. "Bloody hell!" Aaron yelled and they looked over at him, a man walking over towards us.

"These people are crazy, Aaron. I tried everything I could." "I asked you one simple thing, watch the bar for one night, and I come back to this." He was fuming. I watched his shoulders tense up and he clenched his knuckles. Was he going to? There's no way he'd hit him. But just like that, he threw a punch at his face and knocked the guy back a couple steps, making back up as well. I didn't like this side of Aaron. He was so cool and calm the whole time we were having dinner and now he was showing just how much of a short fuse he truly was.

And then, I found myself wishing I was with Roger again.

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I typed this SEVERAL different times and it still isn't how I wanted it to go but I will makeup for it with the next chapter don't worry!!

I also wanted to fill you guys in on myself a little so y'all will understand why I update at the days/times that I do.

I'm 20, a college student, working and I have a 2 year old, but I love writing so much that I wont let being super busy stop me!!