Rebecca couldn't go on tour.
Linda had told her that because they were so understaffed, it was just impossible to let two of her employees be off on holiday at the same time.
Mary had immediately offered not to go at all, let Rebecca go instead but of course, Rebecca wouldn't have that.
If Queen were going to be big, which let's face it, they would be, she'd have to get used to the fact that Roger would be gone for long periods of time.
Roger, he was pissed off. Not at her though, it wasn't her fault that Freddie and everyone else failed to tell him that partners were invited.
It was going to be their final night together for a while and Roger had decided that he'd make it a special one. While Rebecca was out at work, he'd spent most of the day in the kitchen attempting to make a lasagne, which was one of her favourites. He'd splurged out on a couple of nice bottles of wine and even set her small circle table up with candles and a vase of flowers.
As he said, special.
He was putting on a record when she got home, turning when he heard her keys in the door, quickly moving so he could open the door for her.
"Gosh," she breathed when he pulled it open, "You scared me."
"Sorry," he grinned, giving her a soft kiss, moving them back into the flat with their lips still locked together.
"Welcome home," he whispered, pulling back ever so slightly.
"Thank you," Rebecca smiled. "You..." she trailed off when she saw the set table behind him, "Did...did you do this? What's that smell? Are you cooking?"
"So many questions," Roger laughed, taking her jacket off for her to hang it up, "But to answer them, I did do it, it's lasagne and yes, I am cooking."
Rebecca moved through to the kitchen to peer into the oven, "It looks lovely. Aren't I a lucky lady?"
"Just wanted to do something nice for you," he shrugged, "Not going to see you for a while, am I?"
She sorted his collar, giving him a sad smile, "No, you're not."
"Every weekend you're off, you'll come see me, yeah?" he asked, resting his hands on her hips as he began swaying them to the beat of the music.
"Of course," she nodded, "Linda says she'll try and give me as many as she can. For some reason, she feels awfully bad."
"So she should," he huffed, "Keeping us apart like that."
She couldn't help but laugh, stepping out of his embrace when the oven timer went off, "It smells amazing, Roger. I thought your cooking knowledge stopped at bacon and eggs."
"That's rude," he said as she followed him into the kitchen once more, "I used to cook everything when Brian and I lived together."
She peered over his shoulder when he put the dish down on the counter, kissing his cheek as he took the over gloves off, "Thank you for dinner."
"You're welcome," he mumbled, "Now how about you go sit yourself down and I'll bring this through in a minute."
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The dinner was delicious. So good, that Rebecca jokingly announced that when he returned from tour, Roger would be in charge of making dinner every night.
He insisted that she go relax on the couch while he tidied up and who was she to argue?
At seven, the phone rang and humming along to the record that was playing, she put her wine glass down and got up to answer it, "Hello?"
"Rebecca, darling!" she was immediately met with Freddie's voice.
"Hi Freddie," she grinned, toying with phone's chord.
"Darling, I feel as if I haven't seen you in forever!" he exaggerated, "I don't like it. Please tell me you're coming to see us off tomorrow."
"I am," she confirmed, "Wouldn't miss it."
"I'm just sorry that you can't come along!" he said and she could imagine the pout that was on her face, "It won't be the same without you."
She smiled sadly and cleared her throat, "I'll be joining you as much as I can. Are you ringing to talk to Rog? I'll just get him."
"Thank you, lovey."
"Rog," she said softly as to not startle him from the doorway, "Roger, Freddie's on the phone for you."
The blonde groaned and dried off his hands, "What does he want?"
Rebecca shrugged, "To talk to you. Probably about tomorrow."
He sighed and passed by her and when he picked up the phone, she went to the sink to finish the dishes.
"Bex," she heard him call as she finished the last plate, "Love, Fred's wondering if you'll feed the cats for them!"
"That's fine!" she replied, appearing in the doorway to look at him, "Just tell him to remember to give me a key tomorrow."
"Fred? Yeah, she said that she will...I'll tell her...we'll see you tomorrow...goodbye, Freddie."
Rebecca moved to sit on the couch again, grabbing her glass as Roger sat beside her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Can't believe you're not coming."
"Oh, Roger please don't," she sighed, "I already feel terrible."
"It's not your fault."
"I know," she mumbled, "But...I'm not going to see your first show. How awful does that make me?"
"That's enough," he scolded, "You'll see me at weekends, remember?"
"I know," she repeated, resting her hand against his cheek, "It's just not going to be the same. I'm gonna miss you, Taylor."
He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm then sat up so he could kiss her properly. "You could bring Tiffany round," he suggested, making her laugh, "I know it's not the same but she'll give you some company."
"Might have to do that," Rebecca mumbled, running her hand through her hair, "I've barely slept alone since I met you. Could put a photo on your pillow."
"That's kind of creepy," it was his turn to laugh but his eyes did stray over to his polaroid that was on her sideboard and he reached over the back of the couch to get it.
"What are you doing?" she giggled as he brought the camera up to his eye - only for her to cover her face with her hands.
"Don't do that," he groaned, "'m wanting a photo of you, aren't I? One to take with me."
"Take the one Hannah took!" she protested.
He lowered the camera which made her uncover her face, leaning down so he could kiss her, "Come on, Bex. Just the one."
"Fine," he grinned, "But it's only fair that I get one of you too."
"Of course," he agreed, "Now smile."
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The rest of the night was spent cuddled on the couch, listening to records and taking photos.
Eventually, Roger led her to the bedroom where he spent a good couple of hours making love to her, etching every little detail of her body into his brain.
They passed out at around two, tangled up in one another and when she woke in the morning, Rebecca found that Roger was already awake.
"Oh god," she groaned, pushing herself up on the mattress so she could stretch her sore muscles.
He'd really done a number on her.
Speaking of the culprit, he came waltzing into the bedroom with a smug grin on his face, "I recall you saying that numerous times last night. Screaming might be the better word."
"Roger."
"I don't know if your neighbours know my name," he continued, leaning down to give her a kiss, "But they will now."
"Roger, seriously," she laughed, face turning a light pink and he watched her slowly get up from the bed.
"Need a hand?" he snickered, dodging her hand when she reached out to smack everything.
"Have you got everything?"
"Yep," he hummed, "Bags are by the door."
"Good," she replied, "Okay. I'll be ready once I've had my shower."
Roger watched her as she made her way out of the bedroom, reaching over to grab his cigarettes from the bedside table.
God, he was going to miss her.
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"You sure that you've got everything?" Rebecca asked from where she was pressed against his chest.
"I'm sure," he whispered, lips against her forehead as he spoke, "Well, everything except you."
Her arms tightened around his torso as she looked up at him. "Don't," she sniffed, "I'll start crying in a minute."
"Don't you dare," he mumbled, kissing her forehead lightly as Deaky called him from where they were all starting to board the bus and she sighed.
"That's your cue."
"It'll fly by," he promised, "And you'll be visiting."
"I know," she nodded.
Brian approached them, patting Roger on the back, "We really need to go, mate."
"I'm just coming," he told him and the guitarist pulled Rebecca into a hug.
"Look after him please, Brian." she whispered so Roger wouldn't hear her, "Don't let him get too drunk."
"I will," he promised, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
He left the two of them again and Roger was quick to tug her back into his arms, leaning down to kiss her goodbye.
She gave him another sad smile as she pulled away, giving him a little shove toward the bus, "Go be a rockstar, Rog."
He gave her one last kiss before finally making his way to the bus, shoving Deaky off of the window seat.
Rebecca stood and waved until the bus turned the corner, letting out a quiet sigh.
She could do this.