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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 22

I’m In Love With My Car

A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags

Summary Chapter 22: Roger fights for his song to be on the album: Chelsea’s the only one who can calm him down. Melissa has something very important to tell John.

Word count: 4.4K oof

Warnings: Sooo we have some angst here, curse words then and there, some kissing and mentions of sexual intercourse and then fluff as always

A/N: Hey folks! This is another chapter in that line of experimentation we were telling you about. We hope you understood what we’re doing and that you appreciated it. Honestly, this was SO. FUN, to write! Hope you enjoy yourselves, lovesies 💖 and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!⭐💗

PS: Note that we took some artistic licences and we adapted some of the stories from Queen’s histories to what we imagine it could have happened. It’s totally a product of our imagination, so don’t take it as facts cause it isn’t, folks. Love you.

Chelsea was quietly whistling with her back resting against the headboard of the bed, peacefully reading a book. She had her hair up in a messy bun and Roger’s flannel was the only thing covering her body. When she turned the page to the new chapter, the bedroom’s door opened and her boyfriend made his entrance. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his black boxers and Chelsea noticed that he still had the towel behind his shoulders while his hair was still a bit wet.

Roger leaned down to give her a sweet kiss on the lips and when he pulled away they both smiled to each other. Chelsea’s eyes soon returned to the book and, after tossing the towel somewhere near the wardrobe, Roger joined her in bed. He leaned back on the mattress and looked up at her, before starting to play with the skin of her arm, caressing it and drawing on it distracted shapes.

“What exactly are you doing?” Chelsea asked him in a chuckle, as she stretched her arm over the nightstand to put there the book.

“Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you look” Roger flirted, getting up to sit beside her. Chelsea rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. He hugged her and gently dragged her down with him on the mattress, covering both of their bodies with the blankets.

“Why don’t we buy a dog?” Chelsea asked staring at the ceiling, while she was caressing Roger’s tummy and chest. He giggled.

“We can. Why not?” he replied, already dreaming of her sitting next to the fireplace of their house with the dog snuggled on her lap. He smiled thinking about that and Chelsea noticed. She sustained herself on her elbow to look at Roger directly in the eyes.

“Has something happened that I don’t know about?” a shiver of preoccupation ran through Roger’s back; did she know about the wedding proposal? “I mean, you’re happier than usual and it’s been a while since we argued” Chelsea added and he relaxed his muscles, understanding she wasn’t suspecting anything.

“First of all, I’m happy because we’re finally going to live together. And, second of all” saying this he rolled over Chelsea to place himself on top of her “I know why you want to argue, you little minx!” she smirked in response and Roger kissed her on the lips with no hesitation.

He was leaving a trail of sloppy, open mouthed kisses down her neck and between her breasts making her giggle, as she could feel his hair tickling the skin of her chest. He came up to meet her face and slowly drew circles on her cheek with his finger. Chelsea opened her lips a bit and, leaning her palms on the back of Roger’s neck, she pulled him closer. It was a slow kiss, they felt like they had all the time in the world in that instant and they surely didn’t want to quicken things up as they were enjoying that playful and sweet moment they were having. Outside the rain was pouring and a thunder was rumbling in the distance, creating a soft atmosphere mixed with the dim light of the room.

“I love you Roger Meddows Taylor” Chelsea whispered on his lips. Roger smiled wider; he kissed her right cheek, then her left one before crashing his lips again against hers. He then let his head fall on Chelsea’s chest and she started striking his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her body.

“If I hadn’t already come into you an hour ago, this would be probably the best moment for a lazy and slow shag” Chelsea slapped him on the shoulder making him laugh out loud as she almost screamed his name in surprise. He crossed his arms on her tummy and rested his chin between them to meet her gaze.

“Is it a problem for you if we don’t use the co–” Chelsea cut him off, rolling her eyes.

“How many times did you already ask me this question? No, it’s not a problem Rog. And no, I’m not trying to persuade you to have a baby” she said in a chanting voice’s tone.

“Okay, okay” Roger replied, leaning again on her body; he stayed in silence for just a few seconds though and Chelsea chuckled to herself, because she loved that childish side of Roger and loved when he was in the mood of talking about anything “I’ve written an amazing song!” he proudly announced and tilted his head a little bit so that his blue eyes were looking directly into Chelsea’s brown ones.

“Can’t wait to hear it, darling” she softly replied as she felt her eyes getting heavier. Roger noticed that she was falling asleep, so he came back to her side, kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to his chest, where Chelsea snuggled a few seconds before dozing off.

The arms of her boyfriend and the hushed sound of rain tapping on the window accompanied Chelsea through the night, but unluckily the morning wasn’t as sweet and caring as the bedtime.

Loud knocks on the door woke her up, mixed with the rumble of a close thunder. She jumped on the bed and when she stretcher her arm over the other side of the mattress she just found the empty sheets: Roger wasn’t there. She blinked once or twice before getting used to the grey light that was filling the room. Big clouds covered the sky and Chelsea rolled on the other side, sure that it was the perfect day to stay in bed, chilling between the blankets.

The knocks started again and Chelsea was sure she could hear Freddie’s squeaky voice calling her from behind the thick wall. She forced herself to get up and took her time to stretch her muscles as she left the bed; she put on her flip-flops, lazily walked towards the door and opened it wide with a deadly gaze in her eyes.

She didn’t care if her hair was messy or if the flannel was barely reaching her thighs, she stood there with her arms crossed on the chest as she looked at Freddie directly in the eyes.

“What do you want?” a yawn left her lips with her words and she noticed that, rested on the wall of the hallway, Brian was standing there as well with his face hidden under his brown curls.

“Good morning darling. We don’t have time for explanations, we need you downstairs. Now” Freddie announced, taking her wrist and dragging her outside the bedroom. Chelsea looked back at Brian who was silently following them and gave him an interrogative gaze. As a response he scrolled his shoulders and shook his head.

They soon reached the front door and Freddie opened it, but Chelsea stopped herself, causing Brian to softly crush against her.

“I’m practically naked and outside it’s bloody raining! Where the fuck are we going?” she almost shouted, stressed and confused.

“It’s a few water drops, love! And we only have to reach the barn” Chelsea searched once again for Brian’s face, but when he was about to open his mouth, Freddie cut him off “and, as I told you, we need you. So let’s go chaps!” his fingers trapped her arms again and Chelsea found herself walking in the soaking grass under the pouring rain, dragged by Freddie and followed by a pissed and scuffed Brian, who was trying to protect his curly curls from the raindrops.

Chelsea hardly punched Freddie’s shoulder when they finally entered the barn, but when she was about to insult him her eyes saw the complete mess that was surrounding them.

The long, wooden counter in front of the little kitchen where they used to cook eggs and warm up the coffee was completely empty, since every plate, glass or piece of food was shattered on the floor. Next to it John, Mel, Chrissie and Mary were standing in a circle, talking with an animated tone and concerned faces. The worst thing was that the only one that was missing was Roger.

Chelsea immediately approached them.

“What happened here?” she asked in a rush, joining her friends.

“Chel! Thank God you’re here” Mary started rubbing her arm, but John cut her off with so much attitude in his voice that Chelsea barely recognized him.

“Your boyfriend destroyed everything! And that’s not even the whole thing” Mel interrupted him and Chelsea felt like she was witnessing a tennis match, constantly turning her head from a face to another.

“He was angry because the boys didn’t want to put his song on the album and now-”

“We don’t want to put that song because it’s fucking ridiculous! I’m not gonna ruin my fucking masterpiece with that shitty thing!” Freddie’s voice recalled everyone’s attention and they all turned around to see that he was approaching them with Brian.

“Let me correct you, Fred, that’s our masterpiece” Brian intervened with a pissed tone.

In a moment they were all arguing and shouting at each other’s faces. Chelsea looked at Chrissie that was as speechless as her; they shared a similar gaze, as the redhead shook her head in disappointment, massaging her temple with her right hand.

“Enough!” Chelsea shouted, and everyone immediately stopped with the quarrels and they look at her in silence; she recomposed herself before speaking up “I just want to know where the fuck is Roger now” a series of gazes flew in the air and they all nodded and shook their heads. Chelsea was confused, as she could tell they were all quite amused by her question and she couldn’t understand why.

Brian pushed Freddie, who breathed heavily before walking closer to Chelsea. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them softly.

“Darling” dramatic pause, as if he needed the same air someone needs before jumping into a pool “your boyfriend locked himself in the fucking cupboard” the others giggled and Chelsea could see that John and Brian were struggling to contain the laughter.

“What?” it was the only thing that came out from Chelsea’s mouth, as she could feel the chuckles growing bigger in her chest. Without adding anything, Brian took her by the arm and guided her to the room right next, where they used to keep the food.

As they all stepped in, Chelsea noticed that the cupboard had been emptied and she started to seriously believe that Roger was there. The situation was starting to get funnier minute by minute.

“Now Roger, tell Chelsea that you’re in there so she will finally see what a fucking idiot you are” Freddie screamed in front of the cupboard.

“You fucking called her, you fucking prick!” Roger’s voice squeaked from the inside and that was enough for Chelsea to let go as she started laughing out loud.

“Baby are you being serious?” she tried to say between the laughter, as she was pressing her hand on her tummy and wiping away a tear from her eye.

“Yeah honey. I’m sorry you had to witness this, but I’m not going to give up. That song is so fucking amazing and they’re just being assholes”

“Roger, it’s a song about a car” John said, crashing his palm on his forehead.

“About fucking a car, if I may add” Chrissie commented chuckling.

“That’s not true! What the fuck are you talking about?” Roger shouted and his voice came out raspier and he sounded like an angry Chihuahua. Chelsea covered her mouth trying not to laugh again.

“With my hand on your grease gun?! Really?” Brian sighed, mocking Roger’s voice. Mel and Mary were basically rolling on the floor.

“It’s a metaphor Brian!” Roger shouted again and probably hit the wooden door of the cupboard with his fist.

“Okay, okay” Chelsea said between the giggles, as she waved her arms in the air to stop the ‘fight’ “just give me five minutes” she added and, with a slight movement of her head, she invited the others to exit the room.

When she was left alone, she turned around and faced the cupboard. She slowly walked towards hit and gently knocked on the door.

“Rog, can you come out please?” Chelsea tried to resist, but a burst of small laughter left her lips.

“No. At least not now that you’re laughing at me” he whined like a child and made it harder for Chelsea to try to hold it on.

“Oh c’mon baby! I’m laughing at you because you’re acting like a bloody child” not hearing any response, she sighed out loud and took a few steps away “I can’t believe you are like this! We finally reached a new kind of connection, we’re basically” a married couple, her subconscious added, but she stopped, afraid that the word wedding would have driven Roger crazy; she cleared her throat before going on with her speech “I mean, we’ve never been so close. And a moment later you lock yourself inside a fucking cupboard. Just when I thought you had become an adult…” as she finished the sentence, she heard the wood squeaking behind her so she turned around to see Roger stepping out and that caused a new wave of laughter.

“I have a few questions, if you don’t mind and if you fucking stop laughing” Roger said between the chuckles as he walked towards Chelsea. She stood there with challenge written in her eyes and her arms crossed on her chest. He noticed that she was still wearing his flannel and that her hair was still moisty because of the rain.

Approaching her, he took off his own sweater and put it on her shoulders, hugging her tight in his arms as he covered her with both, his sweatshirt and his warm body.

“First of all, do you really think I’m not mature? I mean, that I’m a grown-up child?” Chelsea could feel his voice echoing in his chest while her ear was pressed there; she leaned her chin on his sternum to look up at him.

“Rog, I love you because you’re a grown-up child. I only said that because I know you too well and I was sure you would have stepped out” she sincerely smiled and he did the same.

“Okay, but” and he placed his index finger on Chelsea’s lips because she was already trying to respond without letting him finish “why did you say we finally have a new connection? What does that even mean?” Roger mocked her tone and drew the quotation marks in the air with his fingers. Chelsea shook her head and placed her forehead on his chest.

“Roger” she closed her eyes and sighed “I was talking about the fact that we finally have sex without the bloody condom” she let her arms fall on her sides and Roger was left speechless. Then a little smirked slowly formed on his lips.

“Before you start with your dirty jokes, let me tell you this: for me it’s a new kind of connection. It’s something quite special, because you’ve been the first one in that sense and” Chelsea stopped for a minute; the idea of spending the rest of her life with Roger never left her mind since he took her to see their apartment, but she was kind of scared, not knowing if Roger felt the same about the whole let’s get married thing; she sighed and finished her sentence “I really hope you’ll be also the last one. If you know what I mean” Roger hands were rubbing her lower back and they both could feel the air starting to get more electric. But this time it wasn’t lust or excitement, it was something different.

In those simple words, Roger found all the confidence he needed for his proposal and when he leaned down to kiss her he shivered under her touch. Chelsea noticed and smiled on his lips, pulling him closer by putting her hands behind his neck. They were so lost in their own little world that they didn’t even hear Freddie’s coughs.

He turned around to look at the others with a shocked face, but as a response he just received some shoulders’ scrolls and hushed giggles. Freddie grunted and loudly cleared his throat.

“Do you need something? Maybe a bedroom? Not gonna say a condom since you don’t use one anymore” he said and the couple immediately pulled away after his words left his mouth. Chelsea blushed while Roger’s jaw clenched.

“Who gave you the right to just stay there and listen to our fucking private life?” the blond spitted, trying to get a step closer to Freddie, but Chelsea stopped him.

“Relax darling, I was just joking. I just would like to know if we are to expect something coming. Like a little monster that’s half you and half Chelsea. Basically the devil…” this time Chelsea laughed a little and Roger relaxed, finally smiling.

“We’re too young to have a baby, Fred!” Chelsea commented, putting her arm behind Roger’s back.

At those words Mel’s heart started beating faster and she was sure someone had seen her shifting in on her feet and clenching her jaw. The others were starting to talk about Roger’s song again, but the words came hushed and distant to her ears, as she found Chrissie’s eyes.

“Now!” the redhead mouthed and Melissa knew she was right.

She took the chance while everyone was deep into conversation to reach out with her hand to find John’s arm. She pulled the sleeve to his shirt, like a child would do with a parent and tried to contain her nervousness as she looked at him slowly turning towards her, a big smile on his face.

She tilted her head to the corridor, gesturing him to follow her and he did, the smile turning into grin. She dragged him by his sleeve out of the barn, under the now pouring rain and into the house, only to rest once they were in the living room and they had locked the door behind them.

As Melissa was turning on her heels after locking the door, John’s arms were already circling her from behind and he began to slowly kiss her neck.

She escaped from his grip, leaving him with a confused expression on his face “Did that bother you…?” he cautiously asked.

“Oh no honey,” she rushed to say “it’s just… I have to tell you something and I need to be completely on hold of myself to do that”

John furrowed his eyebrows “Is it something good or bad?” he asked leaning on the table behind him and crossing his arms on his chest.

You know what? I really don’t know…

“It depends…” she decided to say.

“…on what?” John was starting to feel worried about it. Melissa moved her eyes to the floor: on how you’re gonna take it, she thought.

“Mel, you’re scaring me… Will you just tell me what the hell is going on?”

She puffed and started frantically walking up and down the room, rubbing the back of her head, until John grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him

“Christ, Mel you’re driving me crazy!” he blurted out as she stopped right in front of him and locked eyes with him: he could see the uncertainty inside her eyes.

John’s expression softened and he brought a hand to cup her cheek and rub it gently with his thumb. She leaned into his touch and raised her hand to take his off her face and slowly bring it down to her stomach.

She studied his face, as she brought his hand lower and lower until she placed it on the bump at the bottom of her belly: she thought of how much it had grown since she had realized she was pregnant and she rejoiced to herself on how good she had been at hiding it with everyone always snooping around in the house and even with John with whom she was actually sleeping every night.

Melissa watched John’s face changing expression, from confusion to wonder and to incredulity at last: his eyebrows unfurrowed and his lips parted slightly when the realization hit his head.

“You… uhm… you’re,” he gulped and troubled to find the words and put together an actual sentence “…you are?” he managed to say.

Melissa was looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. She nodded slightly. John still had his lips parted and he moved his eyes down to his hand, still resting on Mel’s stomach: he moved it upward, dragging the edge of her loose shirt with it.

He felt a knot in his chest and tears threatening to fall at the sight of the bump he had surprisingly not noticed till then: how did I not notice? We sleep together every night and we’re always all over each other, he thought to himself.

He looked up, his lips curving into a smile, and he saw that Melissa was still looking down at where his hand was. He knelt down so that his face was right in front of her belly, wrapped his arms behind her thighs and placed a small kiss right under her belly button.

When he looked up again, he saw that a smile had crept up on her face, so he smiled back and left another kiss and then another and another, until he heard her giggling and felt her hand on his hair, brushing it gently.

What did I do to deserve you? Melissa thought to herself, brushing his hair lovingly and sniffling, tears already watering her eyes.

John tilted his head and got up swiftly to cup her face with his hands, wiping away some tears that had escaped her eyelashes.

He was smiling so fondly at her, Melissa thought she could have melted and burst into endless sobbing just by the look of love he was giving her. John had tears in his eyes as well and seeing her like that, made him so emotional he was forcing himself not to cry, but a tear escaped his hold and fell on his cheek.

That sent Mel over the edge and tears started streaming down her face. John hurried to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to his chest. He slowly lulled her, slightly rocking their bodies right and left, as tears of joy were escaping from his eyes.

He was going to be a father.

“You know you must not cry, cause when you do I cry as well” Melissa muffled against his shirt, making him chuckle and sniffle.

“I know – I know” he hurried to say, his voice broken by the sniffles and the sighs “It’s all so overwhelming, darling, I’m sorry” he said, at last, bringing his hand up from her back to wipe away the tears and gain some control over his emotions.

“Don’t be. It’s a lot to take in” she mumbled and her voice died down as those last words left her mouth.

He pulled back from the hug to look at the girl in the eyes “You do not know how happy you made me” he said with a smile.

He already knew he loved her deeply but that revelation only exponentially increased his love for her: they were going to start a family. Their own family. And even if they were young and it would have been frowned upon that they were having a child outside marriage, he didn’t care. He loved Melissa with all his heart and in that moment he could not think of a single reason why that would have been a bad idea. Yeah, it was unexpected and certainly a huge responsibility, but he was so over the moon about it that the only thing he could do was picturing Melissa holding their child – that would have been nothing but gorgeous if they took anything from their mother - and smiling fondly at him.

Melissa looked up at him: he looked so precious and simply beautiful with wet cheeks and teary eyes that she would have wanted to remain hugged to him forever.

“So you’re not mad at me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

John furrowed “Mad at you? Why should I, honey?” he asked before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

That loving gesture made Melissa smile slightly “I figured you’d be mad for having not told you sooner…” she admitted, looking away.

John studied her face “Well you could have told me sooner, but I’m definitely not mad about it” he smiled “But why didn’t you? I mean why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Melissa sighed looking up to him again “I – I was scared of your reaction.”

“What did you think would have happened? Me freaking out and leaving you alone?” he joked and when she looked down John realized he had scored.

“Do you not know me at all?” he asked between the amused and the hurt: how could she think he would have even considered leaving her?

Melissa was still avoiding his gaze “I do know you… But I wasn’t sure, okay?” she puffed “God I was so scared when they told me that I was pregnant I–” she hesitated and lifted her eyes to meet his. She sighed “-I honestly didn’t know what to do…”

She was about to look down again, when John placed a hand on her chin to raise it and force her to lock eyes with him “You should have come to me” he said in a serious tone, probably the most serious Melissa had ever heard coming from him.

“You’re right” she replied

He softened his expression “It’s okay, love. I’m here now” he smiled and softly kissed her on the lips “I’m gonna take care of you”

Melissa smiled back, sincerely relieved of having told him everything. In the back of her head she could hear her rational side, wondering what she would have done with him being away on tour during the oncoming fall, that roughly matched with her due date. She forced herself not to listen to that part of her mind, and focus on the moment.

She climbed on her tiptoes and kissed him gently and fondly.

When they parted John couldn’t stop smiling and he placed his hand on the bottom of her belly while keeping his eyes locked with hers “WE are gonna handle it together, the three of us”.

Melissa felt tears stinging the back of her eyes again “You cannot say things like that when I’m on the verge of crying every two minutes and a half”.

John chuckled and pulled her in for another hug “I love you” he said, his chin resting on her head and his hand rubbing her back.

Melissa smiled against his chest “I love you too”.

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