song: Now I'm Here by Queen (obviously) i also listened to in the lap of the gods while writing!
Jill's pov.
we had arrived to the airport about an hour ago, and just in about 9 hours we would be in New York city. we had gone through the security and such, so now we were just waiting for the flight. we had our private plane and private waiting area so it was really fancy. i was sitting on Roger's lap as he was sitting on a bench. we were chatting about random things with the boys and their girlfriends Veronica, Mary and Chrissie.
i was getting a little anxious. i have never gone out of England, and definetely never gone to somewhere so far away. i didn't know what flying was like but i've heard some scary stories. what if we were the next headline on all the news, saying how a rock band died in an airplane crash. that thought sent shivers down my spine. i could feel myself become a little dizzy as my mind kept wandering. what if the plane just drops down from the sky?
suddenly, my mind started wandering around more. i couldn't believe all this. being by Roger's, and the other's, side through all this was an honor, honestly. i couldn't wait for the moment when we're all in our late 70s remembering how they became the greatest known rock band of all time, and how they'd still be known as the legends of rock n' roll. how they'd live on.. how me and Roger would tell our grandkids stories about the time we fell in love in the summer of '74. how they'd-
i was suddenly snapped out of my intense thoughts as Roger bounced his leg up and down a few times, making me bounce as well, as he was calling my name a couple of times. "Jill!"
"oh yes! what?" i shook my head and turned it a little so i could see the half of his face.
"you alright?" he asked, leaning closer to my ear, and almost whispering, so that he could keep our conversation private, in case something bothered me. he was so sweet and caring.
"i'm good." i lied. i was stressed and anxious as hell, but at the same time i was so excited. my voice accidentally came out sounding like a kid who was just crying a second ago and was now pouting. if that makes sense?
"what's wrong?" he asked. clearly noticing the lies from the tone of my voice. his arm around me tightened a little and he pulled me closer, that my back was against his chest. i could feel his warm breath tickle my ear.
"i don't wanna go! i mean i do.. i really do! but i'm just- i'm scared. what if something happens? what if i like die or something? what if you-" i started almost crying. i didn't even want to cry but something about saying those out loud made me. i was cut off by him wrapping his other hand around me as well and attempting to call me down. it did help. he was so used to me being like this so it wasn't new.
"shh.. baby, nothing's gonna happen, i promise. the flight is going to be fun! i'm sitting next to you, we can hold hands the whole 9 hours." he chuckled just like i did too.
"thank you." that was all i could say, but i really meant it.
"mhm." he kissed my forehead. "now drink some water and we can have some snacks in the plane, alright?" he said, giving me a bottle of water from a smaller rucksack of his. he was so caring, it was driving me and my heart mad.
"yeah." i whispered and took a sip.
"it's time to go!" their manager told us and i groaned a little, i didn't want to get up from Roger's warm and comfortable lap, and i also was so scared to get on the plane.
"you know it's really hard for me to stand up with you sitting on me." he chuckled and i giggled a little.
"but your lap is so comfortable." i whined and pouted playfully.
"cutie." he kissed my cheek and smoothly flipped me around and took my legs, and the next thing i know, he's carrying me bridal style. i couldn't stop giggling.
"let me down!" i almost yelled, and soon everyone's attention was on us.
"ah you two lovebirds." Freddie laughed while picking up all his stuff and taking Mary's hand. Mary let out a little laugh and a "aww" as well.
i just blushed.
after a moment, Roger finally let me down and i sighed still laughing. we grabbed our stuff and started walking towards the plane with the rest of the group. with every step that i took towards it, i could feel my heartbeat increasing. i swear i could see my chest going up and down because of it. i took a few deep breaths in and out. i felt Roger's free hand on mine and i felt his thumb stroking it lightly. it gave me so much comfort that i didn't even feel so scared now.
there's something weird about loving someone. when you feel like something wrong, a hug from a random person makes you feel just a little bit better, but when the person you love the most hugs you or just only touches you, everything turns much better in a second. it's crazy but it's true. also, the words that the person you love the most says, they affect you the most. if someone other calls you beautiful, it makes you smile for a moment. but when that person calls you beautiful, i swear you'll be smiling the next whole month! but the same goes with bad things too, some words hurt way more when they come from that one person's mouth.
i looked up to Roger smiling. he turned his head around and gave me a warm smile.
we entered the plane, still hand in hand. there were few seats, some faced each other and some were in a line. there were always two or three seats in a row. i sighed dropped all my luggage on the ground and flopped down on a seat.
Roger laughed a little and picked up the things i dropped and put them in the overhead bins.
he sat down next to me, and we were facing John and Veronica. Freddie, Brian, Chrissie and Mary were on the seats next to us, so we were all pretty close. some roadies and other people like their manager and such were also there, sitting on other seats.
"it's gonna be a long flight." i yawned. the others hummed in response.
"tired already?" Roger chuckled and i hit his arm lightly. "ow!"
***
"when are we there?!" i whined like a little child.
"we've been here for only four hours! and you asked that about five minutes ago!" Roger groaned. i just sighed, i didn't know what else to say.
then a flight attendant walked to us with a tray full of food and drinks. thank god! i was starving.
i looked at Roger and saw his eyes glued onto something. i kind of followed his gaze and ended up notcing where he was looking. that little bitch was staring at the flight attendant's pretty exposed cleavage. he did that a lot but it hurt and annoyed me more and more everytime.
"do you want anything? water? something to eat?" the woman turned to us and smiled. smiled at Roger, after she saw the way he was looking at him.
Roger had smug smile on his face as he bit his lower lip. "ah just two waters and i'll take a beer too, please."
"coming right up!" the lady gave him a wink. seriously?! were they seriously flirting right next to me?! sometimes i wanted to just slap the stupidness out of him.
"here you go!" she took gave us two bottles of water and one beer. as she leant down to place them on the little table, i could swear she pushed her breasts out even more than they already were, just in Roger's face. i cleared my throat and rolled my eyes.
she gave a one last smirk and walked away.
"honey you're drooling." i said with a sarcastic tone.
"what are you talking about?" Roger furrowed his eyebrows and took a sip from his beer.
"she had great tits, didn't she?" i asked.
"i don't know what you're talking about baby." he shrugged. yeah right.
"you're disgusting." i sighed and stood up, and walked to the loo.
"fucking hell.." i heard him mutter under his breath, and i felt a tear on my cheek.
i didn't know if i was making a scene out of nothing, but just those little things he did hurt me so much. he had no idea. i knew that we were going to be alright again by the end of this flight, so i wasn't really scared of anything. i was just pissed.
A/N: hii sorry for the wait! also sorry if this is really boring and short. i hope you guys have an amazing week! love u!