I still love you | Maylor fanfiction

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He visited the club twice, sometimes three times a week, at weekends for longer time, at working days for just a short visit. He bought a drink and stood by the edge of the room to have a good view at the performing band, and watched it the whole night. Not trying to seem as a stalker, and not meaning to be rude, but when you see someone with such teeth, they do catch your attention, whether you mean it the bad way or not.

"I'm sorry. What can I get for you?" I asked him, putting the glass in my hands away.
"All good dear. A beer will do," he replied, smiling and placing the cash on the desk in front of me. His jaw may be deformed, whatsoever his voice was very strong and full, much more interesting than any other ordinary person's. His addressing 'dear' shocked me for a moment, but eventually I let it go without a comment.

I took the money, returned him the change, landing the beer, taken right out of the freezer, on the counter.
"What is your name?" He asked, sipping from his drink, after he took a seat at one of the bar stalls.
"Roger. Roger Taylor," I answered, confused by his question.
"I'm Freddie Bulsara," came from him before I could ask myself.
"I've seen you here before. You come here quite often, do you?"
"I do," he shrugged his shoulders a bit. "You seem to be here quite often too," he chuckled, turning his bottle upside down, taking a drink.
"Well I can't escape," I smirked.
"Tell me Roger," Freddie brought his arms on the desk, supporting his chin with one of his fists, looking at me. "Why aren't you up there?" He motioned his eyes towards the stage.
"What?" I scowled in confusion, shocked by this question, as much as by all of his from before. This guy seemed to be a really interesting person.
"I heard you playing. You slayed it, you should be up there."

My heart started beating fast and face went red from embarrassment. My palms went sweaty as I stared at him with wide eyes for a split second, unable to find the appropriate words to answer.
"Y-you did?" I chuckled nervously, hoping that he was only just joking, extremely uncomfortable with the possibility that he could have really heard me.
"Sure I did darling. And it was glorious," he nodded and laughed over my reaction.
"Oh shit..." I mumbled, taking my face in hand. "I never meant anyone to hear it, I was just practicing and-"
I started explaining rapidly, with my embarrassment nearly visible in the air, suddenly stopped.
"Wait, how the hell did you even get in here?" I frowned, watching him suspiciously.
He just smiled, leaning backwards in his chair, waving his hands dramatically in the air.
"Easily. I simply persuaded the owner," he revealed.
"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears. It couldn't be so easy for him to convince that guy. He was as a bloody brick wall!
"How much did it cost?!"
"Nothing," he giggled, shaking his head.
"What?! That's fucking unfair! It cost me nearly half of my salary!" I exclaimed.
"Well, I can achieve anything I want if I try hard enough. And I wanted to see if it's possible to practice here when the club is empty, and if it's acceptable. The echo, electricity and everything," he explained mindlessly.
"You have a band?"
"Well, you could say that."
"Really? That's cool. Where can I see you performing?"
"Nowhere," he grinned.
"How come?" I asked, not understanding what he meant by all of that.
"My band mates doesn't really know yet that they are my bandmates."
I blinked at him few times in disbelief, then bursted out into laughter. This guy really was a someone.
"Well, alright. Good luck with that then."
He chuckled back a little, grasping his beer and getting down from his chair.
"Thanks dear," he leaned towards me once more. "Sure I'll try. Enjoy the night as well as is possible for you," he said as he turned around and started disappearing into the dark.
"You too," i muffled after him, grinning secretly while returning to washing glasses, over this extraordinary weird experience. Freddie really seemed as having a passion for music, and really willing to do what he could to get a band. Maybe he will. Maybe he will get a great band, write many hits, record many albums and become the most famous rock legend in the whole world. Maybe. Or maybe he will just get kicked out of every band he'd try to recruit, and end up as a sassy librarian. Who knows.

I shook my head and let all the thoughts about this Bulsara boy out of my head as I moved to another customer, a girl with her two friends, already seeming drunk as hell.
"Hey ladies, what will make you pleased?" I asked them, a wave of hysterical laughter coming as an answer to me.
"Hey, Taylor," a shout suddenly mentioned my name. I looked up to reveal Freddie, about a step away from the counter, with a leather jacket he wasn't wearing before. Clearly, he was leaving by now.
"Yeah?" I yelled back.
"Just so you know dear, you're one of them," he screamed through all the noise the music and the crowd made.
"Tomorrow at six p.m., make sure you'll be here," he yelled, not waiting for my answer, as he swung the door open and let them fall shut behind me.

I mean- is he fucking shitting me.

Hey guys,
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It needed a bit of the backstory, I hope it didn't put u to sleep

Just to get started- it's a completely made up maylor fanfic

Plus, I'm not an English speaker, so if there may be grammatical mistakes n I'm sorry for that

Enjoy (^з^)-☆