Do You Want To Know A Secret Is Begging For A Part Two (it’s True George Told Me!)

Do You Want To Know a Secret is begging for a part two (it’s true George told me!)

Lmao, thank you for the support! I'm currently working on a Part 2 for This Boy (bc George told me people have been waiting like 3 years for that) but DYWTKAS definitely deserves some more love! Stay tuned because a part two for that is coming as well!!

The Couple Next Door II (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Find Part I Here

A/N: Been a long time coming. I know it’s been literally half a year. I’ve been working through stressful family things, prep for university in the coming fall, spending as much time as I can with my boyfriend before we go our separate ways for a few months, etc.

Stuff just got busy and I am SO sorry I haven’t addressed any of that. I know many of you want part two, and here it is. I don’t know if it’s as good as my other works on here, but the only way to find out is to post it, right?

But anyways, yes, this chapter is here, and it’s kinda a filler. there’ll be more plot development in the next chapter, and I promise, if this part does well, I will not hesitate to post a continuation.

Like I say in my other author’s notes, feedback, and any sort of note, whether it be a reblog, a like, or a comment, is greatly appreciated. it inspires me more to keep writing. So thank you!

Summary: Moving day is here, and you and Roger had the honour of meeting the neighbours across the street, the Garrisons.

(This can be read as Borhap!Roger or IRL Roger. Whatever mows your lawn)

WARNINGS: Swearing, mild sexual content (but NO smut), and zero knowledge of U-Haul History (I know they no longer exist in the UK, but I’m Canadian and I’m too lazy to do any research to make sure the timeline is matched)

Like the previous fic in this series, it’s rated a T for Mature Subject Matter

It was a bright, sunny morning in London (shocking, right?).

The day would have been hot, but the wind chill cooled down the city rather nicely.

Not only was this a wonderful day, but it was moving day.

Roger was pushing the last box of vinyl records into the trunk of his car. He shut the trunk, and huffed a sigh before running his fingers through his sweaty hair. He didn’t remember the last time he’d lifted so much.

He took a minute to catch his breath, two ladies roughly the same age as him, jogging past. He drank in their appearances before winking at one of them and retreating to the apartment in which he and you once resided.

He made his way down the hallway leading to your room, and although he was planning on going to the empty room that once was his own, he figured he could receive the same amount of nostalgia when looking at your now vacant bedroom.

Roger found it so strange– The bare walls and stripped mattress. The empty closet and the unoccupied corners of the room.

“Weird, eh?” Roger asked you, who was simply packing away the last of the books on your shelf. You turned to him, and he leaned against the threshold of your bedroom door, arms crossed over his chest.

You shrugged your shoulders, glancing down at the floor and scratching the back of your head.

“Just a little, yeah.”

Roger playfully pouted at you, shoving his hands into his jean pockets as he entered the bedroom.

He looked around silently, and you went back to shoving your final books into its box before closing it up and labelling the cardboard.

“I’m gonna miss this place,” you said, frowning at the realization that you’d already slept, ate, showered, cleaned, and cooked for the last time in this apartment.

Roger took immediate notice of your upset tone. “Don’t get all melancholic on me now, y/n,” Roger teased, taking a seat right next to the box you just packed.

“But won’t you?/"

"Miss this place? Of course.” Roger smiled a little. “And Brian will miss us."

”Oh yeah. He’ll definitely miss my awful singing in the shower every morning, and your extremely loud noises when you bring a girl over to bed.“

He just shrugged. "What can I say? I’m not about to fake being unsatisfied, especially when I’m trying to get a girl off."

You shuddered. "I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Roger."

He laughed loudly, rising to his feet and picking up the box of books on your mattress. "Then I don’t wanna hear you complaining about how loud I am in bed."

"You’re making it sound like we fuck,” you crossed your arms accusingly, your face twisting sourly.

“Might as well be. We’re basically a couple.” He turned on his heel and left the room, but not before he sent a teasing wink your way.

You simply shook your head, mumbling “gross” under your breath jokingly and moving to the bathroom to retrieve your remaining possessions in the medicine cabinet.

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“Are you sure you don’t need my help, guys? Christine isn’t going to get here for another few hours."

"I think we’re all good, Bri,” Roger assured the tall guitarist, giving him a kind slap on the back.

“But if we do, we’ll give you a ring,” you added, to which Roger smiled. He liked that about you. You were so humble, but weren’t afraid at all to ask for assistance. It was an admiring trait of yours.

“Will do,” Brian confirmed with a grin and a simple nod of his head. You and Roger returned the nod, and walked to the car.

After climbing in, and giving one last look at the apartment building the both you and Roger once called home, he drove you both off to your new humble abode.

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“We can just put it here,” Roger directed as the both of you lowered the piece of furniture on the floor. When it was set where the both of you wanted it, you plopped down in the chair on the other side of the living room, sighing loudly.

“It was real nice of Christine to give us some of her furniture,” you commented, watching as Roger collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion.

“Well she’s got all Bri’s stuff now, right?"

The question sounded more like a statement, and Roger wasn’t surprised when you didn’t respond.

”… d'ya know what’s left to bring in from the U-Haul?“

"The mattresses and all the boxes from the car, I believe."

Roger groaned, and got to his feet, much to his dismay. "Then we can rest,” he exclaimed with a sigh. You just smiled at the idea, pushed off from your place on the chair, and followed Roger out.

He walked straight towards the moving truck and into the back, where one more box hid with the mattresses, which were now the only things occupying the truck. You, on the other hand, stood at the steps of the condominium, your eyes wandering around the complex.

Roger, who was just about to pass you with the final box in his hand, bumped your hip playfully with his own before slipping away into the building. You turned to where he was a moment ago, smiling to yourself at the idea of just how childish Roger could be.

Your eyes shifted to the right a little, and you caught the gaze of a man and woman who appeared to have been in their early to mid sixties, across the complex’s main stretch of road. You smiled, and waved at the couple, something you’d expect them to return.

What you didn’t prepare for was when they waved back, and began approaching you to properly greet themselves.

Your eyes widened and you began to internally panic. Roger was just exiting the front door, and you extended your wrist out, grabbing his arm tightly and pulling him back before he could go any further.

You turned to face him, your expressions hidden from everyone but him. “Neighbours’ coming,” you warned in a hushed tone, your eyebrows bent in worry, and your bottom lip rolling between your teeth anxiously.

“Hey, hey, nothin’ to worry about. I’m here. All you need to do is hold my hand, yeah? I can do all the talking."

You let go of his arm after a moment, and he slowly curled his fingers around yours. He took a deep breath, as did you, before putting on bright smiles, and turning towards the neighbours, who just appeared from in behind the truck.

"Hi! You two must be the new couple. Welcome to the complex! I’m Anna Garrison, and this is my husband, Charles."

You and Roger branded the friendliest smiles you both could muster. You watched as Roger let go of you to reach out and shake the couple’s hands.

"I’m Roger Taylor,” he introduced, glancing down and snaking an arm warmly around your waist.

“… and this is my beautiful girlfriend, y/n.” You tried to ignore what Roger said despite feeling your face grow hot. You reached out and politely shook the Garrisons’ hands as well, keeping the smile plastered on your mouth no matter how much it ached.

“I remember when we were that young and in love,” Charles mused in a soft tone. Conversations like this, Roger knew, you wanted to avoid at all costs, and he did as well. He was just… really good at lying.

Although the Garrisons looked nice, there was something about them that made them seem rather nosey.

And your suspicions were proven true when you watched Anna’s gaze fall on your bare wedding finger despite just hearing Roger and you were only “boyfriend and girlfriend”.

“So… do you two plan on marrying soon? You may be young, but time does pass."

You knew you should have remained quiet, but you began to panic, and you let out a laugh. "Yeah. We… we kinda talk about it. Not much."

"We wanna settle in first,” Roger offered, knowing if he didn’t start talking soon, you would have said too much.

You wondered how Roger could do that so easily: pretend, yet be so believable. You wondered if he simply tossed extra words in without thought. Like adding “girl” before “friend”, something he’d called you since you met.

You wondered if he found it awkward to hold your hand, or have you so physically close to him. Then again, you two never exactly had/ personal space.

You knew he had a method of doing this, but you couldn’t quite place exactly what he was doing, or how he did it so naturally.

“Well, it’s gonna be nice, having another couple to have over for dinner."

You could feel your throat swelling. If you made a list on everything you wanted to avoid doing with these neighbours in this complex that you were gonna end up having to do, a quarter of the list would have probably already been crossed off.

"That sounds lovely,” Roger nodded politely, silently wishing himself that the day never had to come, for your sake.

But it seemed Charles and Anna thought differently, and when the married couple made eye contact with one another, you and Roger just knew this invitation was not going to be forgotten about.

“Why don’t you two come tonight?” Charles asked, to which his wife nodded in agreement.

“Don’t worry about having to cook after a long day of moving in. I’m making a lovely casserole, and we can send you home with leftovers. There’s always too much for Charlie and I to eat anyways, with our kids having moved out and away long ago."

Roger opened his mouth to politely decline the offer, but like a few moments before, you panicked and spoke again. "That sounds great, actually!"

The blond looked down at you, and you could see in your peripheral that Roger seemed lost, though the Garrisons didn’t even notice.

"Perfect! We’re right across the road. I suspect it will be done near six-thirty. Gives you two some time to yourselves after everything is moved in."

"We’ll see you around six then?” Charles asked Roger, his old grey eyes wide and expecting.

“Six it is,” Roger agreed, matching smiles with the older gentleman.

“Six it is,” Anna repeated before linking arms with her husband, bidding farewell, and returning to their condominium.

As soon as they closed the door, you tightly grabbed Roger’s wrist, and stepped inside your new home. When the door shut, you let out a long groan, bending your knees and squatting, your face in your hands.

“I thought this is what you wanted to avoid!"

"I know, I know, and I panicked and I fucked up and now we have to have dinner with them,” you whined helplessly. “You’ve known me for years, you know I do this all the time!"

Roger, whose knees were bent, palms flat against his thighs as he thought, took a deep breath, and regained a neutral posture.

"You know what,” he raised his hands in a calming sort of gesture.

“It’s not as bad as you think."

"What do you mean "it’s not as bad as you think”?!“ You were horrified with Roger’s words.

"We do this once, and we never have to go back!” You raised your head from its once defeated position in your hands, but you could see Roger’s reasoning.

"Oh my God…"

"I know! Then we’re home-free!” He explained with a grin, his arms wide open.

You leaned backwards, falling on your ass and leaning your head up against the wall in relief.

“Oh God. We just gotta get through tonight.” You opened your heavy eyelids and smiled up at Roger. “We’ll be fine."

"Yes we will. Now, c'mon, Love. Let’s get those mattresses in here before someone takes notice we have different beds."

And that’s exactly what you did.

And after the car was all unpacked, you and Roger took a well-deserved nap together on the couch.

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A/A/N: Thank you all for your patience. Happy reading!

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