A/N: I'm using the events from the movie in this one, but you can imagine queen boys (which I did) as well as borhap!queen boys. Happy reading!
request: can i request for a soft roger imagine? like he's kind of aggressive/hotheaded when he's with the band and he's going (uwu) soft when he's with the reader? thank you in advance 😊
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“All we wanted was to talk about the video, but then he...” Roger cuts himself short with an inhale of a cigarette. He blows the smoke out, turning his head to the side. Brian and John can see his frustration and anger clearly, and are reluctant to talk because of it. “Unbelievable.” The drummer concludes. He turns his angry eyes back to his band mates. “What are you going to do? Or say? You two haven't spoken much.”
Brian nods. “I don't really know what to say.” He admits, his arms crossed over his chest. Brian looks at Deaky, who simply shrugs and looks away.
“There's no point in being sad about it.” Roger says, not directly at John, but meaning it so. The bassist sighs, feeling his band mate getting bothered again. “He's a prick and he's made a mistake. Big fucking mistake...” He trails off and takes another drag of his cigarette. “If you want to feel sad about it, sure! The world is yours. I don't think—”
“Rog, don't be like that.” Brian says, squinting his eyes and shaking his head at the drummer. Roger looks at him, visibly very angered. “Let Deaky be.”
“So you're not gonna do anything? Not gonna say anything?” Roger moves his arms around for theatrical purpose. He scoffs. “Christ, if Y/N wasn't picking me up, I'd take that stupid china giraffe of his and shove it up—“
“Roger!” Brian scolds, but is interrupted by a car stopping on the side of the street.
“Hi, Rog.” A girly voice interrupts. Roger's girlfriend has arrived at Freddie's house to collect Roger, she volunteered herself for it. She's stepped out of the car and closed her door, walking around it to get to Roger. Her hips sway beautifully, covered by tight yellow pants with bell-bottoms. The other half of her body is clothed by a white lacey shirt with long sleeves. Brian and John try their best to smile at her when she gives them a radiant smile.
Roger turns to her when she's reached him and his face completely changes to one of relief and gladness. Brian's sure he can almost see a smile on the drummer's face. “Hi, baby.” Roger coos, stroking Y/N's hair. She smiles.
“Sorry, boys, I'll only be taking one of you home tonight.” Y/N says with a smirk, her arm around Roger's shoulders. John and Brian both nod, and Y/N senses that something is off. “Is something wrong?”
“I'll tell you about it.” Roger says before the other two can and takes her hand, starting to lead both of them to Y/N's car. “Talk soon, guys.” He says to his bandmates and then turns around, his hand holding onto Y/N's waist. Brian shakes his head and John sighs, watching the pair walk not-so-far away.
Roger and Y/N sit in the back of her car, holding their drive-thru meal paper bags in hand. They're currently in an empty parking lot, the trunk of Y/N's car open so the two can stare off onto the road and sit more comfortably. Roger felt like doing something so mundane that he never does, so the couple drove into a drive-thru restaurant and got the first thing on the menu.
“So,” Y/N starts and chews a fry between her teeth, “what happened?” She asks and looks at Roger sideways. Her boyfriend looks down and then takes her food out of her hands, putting it down next to her. Roger leans into her and peppers Y/N's face with kisses. It makes her smile wide and giggle, they tickle and they feel good.
It's always like this. Once Y/N and Roger are alone, he's completely changed. Y/N can see that and wonders why he's so mean to his bandmates sometimes—at least it's what she's noticed. Perhaps he doesn't think everyone deserves to see his best side. But they're his best mates... They should be worthy enough.
Y/N holds Roger's face between her hands and searches his eyes. “Roger, what happened?” She asks and Roger's eyes blink a few times before he says something.
“I'm having too much of a good time with you, love,” Roger states and Y/N raises her eyebrows at that, “love you so much.” She laughs.
“I love you too.” Y/N replies and kisses him. “But please tell me what's happened, there's clearly something bugging you three.” She insists and Roger sighs.
“Ever the stubborn princess, are you?” He raises an eyebrow and a grin spreads over his features and Y/N laughs again. “Alright, alright.” Roger accepts defeat. He turns around so that his head is in Y/N's lap and takes both her hands in his, kissing the top of her palms. She draws them away and moves them into Roger's hair for a change. He hums.
Y/N knows he likes her hands in his hair, very much, indeed. His mates pick on him about his hair and nag Roger with questions whether he likes it touched or not. Roger would growl an innocent threat or a nasty joke at them usually, but not with Y/N. When she touched his hair, he would never protest.
“Freddie practically broke up Queen.” Roger finally says and Y/N stills for a moment.
“What? Why?!” She's shocked, she can barely form words. “No, he can't. No more Queen? No, oh, no, Roger, that would be the end of the world!” Y/N babbles, a hand going to her forehead for slight support. She looks back down at Roger. “It can't be. I'd die without you guys making anymore music.”
Roger shrugs. “He signed a deal for two solo albums.” He tells her. Y/N widens her eyes again and Roger laughs at her reaction. She hasn't noticed the movements of her hands have changed. Roger reaches up to stop her hands. “Doing that, you're going to dig a hole into my skull.” He says. Y/N gives him a sly smirk, but looks off again. “You wanna know how much he'll get for that? Those two albums?” Roger asks and Y/N nods—hesitantly, though. “Four mil.”
“Rog, that's crazy!” Y/N almost shouts. “Sorry. I'm just—You can't be breaking up! You're Queen! You stay together.” She says. “Breaking up over Freddie... I don't know, starting a solo career? You had an album come out and nobody freaked out.”
Roger shrugs at that. “Yeah, I did.” He agrees. “It's different... We had quite the argument.” Roger tells her, his brows furrowing. “That's all I want to talk about.” He finishes. “How was your day? Where'd you go?”
Y/N sighs at his sudden change of topic, and looks off, moving her hair around, trying to remember what her day was filled with. “Just some errands, since it's my day off work.” She tells him. “No band break-ups for me today, unfortunately.” Roger laughs at her joke and pokes her cheek with his pointer finger. “Hey! Stop that!” Y/N protests, trying to get Roger's hand away, but to no avail—his other one has joined the fight.
The silly poking turns into tickling, and soon Y/N's writhing underneath Roger's feather touches that drive her into hard laughter and bare ability to breathe. He's smiling as he watches her, and then his torture comes to a close when he presses kisses over her neck. Y/N calms down from her laughing fit gradually, and Roger's already worked his way down to her chest, still clothed.
“I did some grocery shopping,” she says and Roger stops what he's doing. He rests his cheek between his breasts, quite enjoying the view, and listens to Y/N's heartbeat. It always seems to bring him peace. Y/N's fingers have returned to his hair, caressing slow circles against his scalp, “finally bought that toaster we've wanted to buy for months now.” She admits with a heavy sigh.
“Hey, I wanted to pay for that!” Roger exclaims.
“Shut up.” Y/N says quietly with a smile on her face, and Roger smiles, as well. “Met my friend, bought some clothes, cleaned the house a bit. Nothing major, really.” She summarises and Roger hums.
“Just because it may not be as grand as my everyday life, doesn't mean it's nothing.” He says. “I love hearing you talk about your days and daily duties.” Y/N chuckles at his choice of words. “That's a nice reminder to hold onto, innit?” Roger asks and turns his head back to Y/N. She nods and Roger slithers over her to kiss her firmly on the lips.
A/N: Very sad to announce this series is at its end. BUT!! Let's enjoy it ;) I worked quite hard on this, and I've been very busy lately. And one finished fic brings me peace and happiness. I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading!
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“Why did I agree to going to this?” Y/N asks Mary. Mary laughs. “I'd forgot how loud their concerts were.”
“Thought you were used to them.” Mary says and takes a sip of her drink. The girls are standing in the venue where Queen are supposed be up on stage in practically seconds. Y/N was talked into it by Freddie, said it'll be a 'special' show of something of that sort. She scoffed at it, but after John joined the convincing party, she agreed to going. The two were weirdly insistent about her going, and it freaked Y/N out a bit.
“Well, back in the day, of course I was.” Y/N tells her and nods. “I went to a show every night. That's where we met for the first time, remember?”
Mary nods and smiles happily. “I remember, yeah. You seemed so cool because you were standing backstage.” She says and both girls laugh.
“I wanted to be out there in the crowd, though... Oh, here they come!” She cheers and turns to the stage once seeing movement on it. The band have come on stage, Brian and Roger first, then Freddie and Deaky come onto the stage as well. Deaky searches for Y/N with his eyes and waves once he sees her, winking. Y/N laughs and waves back. Freddie sees their exchange and blows a kiss at Y/N before giving the same greeting to Mary. She smiles wider and waves at Freddie as well.
Girls behind her and Mary probably thought the gestures from the bassist and lead singer were meant for them, and Y/N's and Mary's ears almost rip off from the loudness of their squeals. They smile at each other from sympathy, and then turn their eyes back to the stage. Freddie gives the audience a big welcome and everyone cheers back to him.
“So, lovies, tonight's a very special night.” Freddie says into his microphone. “And not just because you're all here. I won't tell you the reason if you listen to this one song, though.” He tells the audience with a smirk. They all cheer, including Y/N and Mary, who try to be the loudest among all their fans. “Do we have a deal?”
The fans scream loudly and throw their arms in the air. Freddie laughs, as does Brian. “I said—do we have a deal?” Mercury repeats. Their fans scream louder, and Y/N holds her ears closed so she wouldn't lose hearing. “Alright, alright. Rog, we'll do it together, yeah?” Freddie looks at Roger once he turns around and Roger nods.
It takes Y/N's breath away. Her hands fold beneath her chin and her eyes spark. What the hell are they up to? What's going to happen?
Brian and John adjust their instruments on their shoulders and under their arms, and Freddie glances at each of them for confirmation before looking back at Roger. They exchange looks while Roger starts drumming softly and Brian and John start to play their guitars. There's a tear in Y/N's eye for some reason, but she keeps watching.
Freddie steps closer to edge of the stage and finds Y/N again. He points at her while looking back at Roger, and she furrows her eyebrows. Y/N has no time to think when Freddie starts to sing.
“I... was born to love you,” he sings softly and his voice grows quieter, and Y/N wonders why, “every single day of...”
“My life.” Roger finishes, singing into the microphone. The present tear in Y/N's eye falls down onto her cheek. His voice blends in with Freddie's and the lead singer harmonises with the drummer. Roger finally looks at Y/N and she thinks that her heart has already stopped. “I was born... to t-take care of you,” he sings, and it sounds more like a regular words than singing. His stutter is caused by Y/N, and that a light is suddenly shining down on her. She doesn't notice it because she's so taken by how Roger's singing and how his eyes look tonight, even though they're very far from her own, “every single day of my life.”
Brian cuts in with a riff of his guitar, playing louder, and steps closer to Freddie as he always does. Y/N doesn't take her eyes off Roger and wipes her fallen tears. The whole audience cheers and girls are trying to take a hold of Y/N, but she doesn't feel anything, even Mary hugging Y/N close to her.
“I was born to love you,” Roger continues singing while he also plays his drums and keeps his eyes on Y/N through out the whole time, as well. She's crying now, fully crying, ugly crying, in front of hundreds of Queen fans, “with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you, Y/N, every single day of my life!”
When he calls her name, she smiles widely, her crying face enlightened by the sunny smile. Roger can't fight off the smile on his face. He's so glad that she smiles. He's glad that she cries, as bad as it sounds, but at least he's triggered some sort of emotion and reaction in her. Y/N finally sees him, and she sees that he's ever so sorry for what happened, what he did.
“You are the one for me.” Roger sings. “I am the man for you.” He says and chuckles. Y/N breaks into a smile, as well. “You were made for me, you're my ecstasy...” Roger drums a little harder, and his eyes disconnect from Y/N's for only a few seconds, but when he reaches for the mic, he looks at her again. “If I was given every opportunity, I'd kill for your love. And you know that.” Roger reassures, and Y/N nods, and wipes the tears again.
He truly is sorry. She sees that, and takes it into account. He didn't mean it, and it wasn't an affair of long-term. It was just a girl, and he was lonely, but of course that's no excuse. But Y/N sees and understands that he didn't mean it, and he still loves her. He doesn't want to break up. He only wants her, and the girl of the night was a mistake, a big, horrible mistake.
Y/N doesn't hear what Roger sings next, and she doesn't hear that he stops singing when she starts running towards the entrance of the backstage door. The guards check her to see if she's allowed inside, and let her in. Y/N runs through the back room and reaches the stage entrance.
Roger searches for Y/N in the crowd, wondering where she'd run off. Has she run away from him? Gave up on him? Will she not be back ever again? There's a light tap on his arm and, anxious, he immediately jolts and turns around on his drum stool. And there she is. Y/N.
He sighs loudly, almost whining, at seeing her and he drops his own drumsticks. They echo against the floor and echo through the whole venue. There's no other sound in the building, only soft whispering between the audience. Everyone's watching the reunited pair.
Roger's hands reach out to Y/N's face and she lets him hold her teary cheeks while she's still sobbing. Y/N blinks a couple of times to get the tears out, but she can't—they keep on coming. She's also smiling, as is Roger. He's so happy to touch her again, feel her between his fingers, and have the ability and chance to do it all.
There's pure admiration in his eyes, and love, and he'd love to look at her with nothing else. “Baby...” he trails off in a whisper, his thumb caressing the top of her cheek. Y/N holds onto his wrists and shakes her head. She knows what Roger wants to say, that he wants to apologise again, but he doesn't have to.
“It'll... It will take time, Rog, but...” She starts to speak, her emotions catching onto her words. She looks down, avoiding Roger's eyes for a moment, “but I forgive you.”
Roger nods at her words and closes his eyes, letting tears fall from his eyes now. At least she does forgive him, at least she's giving him another chance. He looks back up at her and smiles softly.
“I still love you.” Y/N says and grips on Roger's wrists tighter. Roger's taken by surprise, and he can't fake it. His mouth opens and closes as he's trying to find the right words to say back to her.
Roger brings her face closer to his own and presses his forehead against Y/N's. He's panting and tears are streaming down both their faces. The two are also smiling and soon laughing, as well. Roger leans in closer, and carefully moves his lips close to hers. He looks at her for affirmation and Y/N nods, shamefully eager to be that close to him again. Their lips finally touch together and they melt against each other as honey melts into tea.
The whole audience cheers at their kiss, and Y/N starts to giggle from the attention and silly situation. Brian and John clap for him while Freddie starts to sing the song again. The boys are too much into a celebrating mood to play their guitars, so Freddie's quite alone. As he sings, their fans clap along to the beat. Y/N and Roger watch each other and exchange many kisses while smiling and crying.
“I love you, too. So much.” Roger says when they pull apart, holding her small face between his hands. Y/N nods and sobs, but happily now. Tears fall and smiles stretch, and they're bound to step out from behind Roger's drums to give the fans what they long for. The perfect pair together again.
A/N: Hi. People have requested for more June content, so here y'all go. I'd honestly like to write out every aspect of June and Roger's story, but of course, can I write more? Not really :D, but I can try. There are more parts coming, and they're all in complete disorder. I write them when my inspo comes, and now I want to write this part. Perhaps I'll post them in correct order, I'll try. This one's after all the previous parts, including the drabble (that's the last one before this), and let's pretend that Queen (in the movie) started rehearsing for Live Aid a month before hand, it's fiction, darlings. It's still my birthday now, hehe. Hope you like this. Happy reading!
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disclaimer: in no way do i condone and romanticise insomnia or anger issues/behavior problems. lord knows i suffer enough from them to know that i don't wish them on anyone, nor to make them “cool”.
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Many tears spilled and nights spent thinking how unfair anything can be, June and Roger had somehow accepted the fact that their dear Freddie would pass away soon. They both were much more quiet at home, most times, and when they weren't—it was because of the kids or Roger playing the drums in his music room. He was practicing for Live Aid, perhaps the most incredible music performance there could be. It's due in a week, and Roger's quite stressed. June can feel it, and so she lets him be most of the time, if he doesn't pay attention to her first thing in the morning.
It breaks her to see him like this. Sulking, not talking, only playing the drums or making food for all of them. He's broken, and so is June. She can't believe that Freddie's got an unfair sickness that's affecting his voice. It's just too bad. Seems like there would be no better days ahead of them.
One day June walked in on Roger and their son William playing drums together and almost burst into tears that exact second. It was a pleasant surprise, and she couldn't stop smiling while making dinner.
Currently, June's sitting at home all alone—Roger's out with Brian and Deaky, the kids are at school, so she's got the house to herself. June sits on their living room sofa, knitting a sweater for Roger and watching the telly. It's the middle of summer, but since she's bored and has got time on her hands, she decided to make him a Christmas present earlier than usual. She's already planned gifts for the kids, as well, so they're on their way after Roger's sweater.
What surprises her is a knock at the door. June furrows her eyebrows and looks at the telly, considering it maybe a noise from the program, since she'd zoned out a little. It wasn't, and the knock repeats, only twice as long. She throws down the unfinished sweater and stands up from the sofa. Her bare legs move against their soft carpeted floor as she walks towards the entrance door through the corridor.
June wants a double surprise, so she doesn't look into the door eye to see who it is. She instead locks the door open and swings it wide. June gasps. No other than Freddie Mercury is standing on her porch, he's wearing a leather jacket, light blue pants and a striped shirt. His signature moustache is probably freshly shaved, his hair pushed back with gel, but his face is a little... Strange. A mix between sadness and sickness.
Memories of him at the studio, with and without Paul, flood her mind, including that horrible day when she and Roger had to leave the studio to end the day without a fight. June also immediately remembers about Freddie being sick. Everything she knows about Freddie, and everything she remembers about him, comes back to her.
“F-Freddie.” She says and gulps down any tears that have threatened to come up and join the party. Freddie looks deeply into her eyes, capturing her soft orbs with his confident gaze. But he still looks a little sad.
“June.” He says finally. She can hear that his voice sounds different. Perhaps he's now caught a cold? Freddie shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants just as Rose leans against her door frame. “I know... I know that I'm the last person you'd expect to see.” June listens to him, waiting to explain what he's doing here. “But... I thought I'd visit you.”
June offers Freddie a smile and notices a slump of relief in his posture as Freddie sighs quietly. “Sure, come in.” She says and steps to the side to let him walk in. Freddie—a little hesitantly—steps into the Taylors' home and his lip twitches in a sort of smile at June. Her smile stays. “Would you like tea?” She asks after closing the door and locking it once, just to be safe. Freddie walks through the hallway, looking at all the drawings, photos and paintings hung upon it, glancing into them curiously. June's question takes his attention back to her.
“Y-Yeah, alright.” He stutters a little, and nods. June gives a nod in response and hurries into the kitchen. While she prepares water and cups for their tea, Freddie speaks to her from the hallway. “I don't think I've ever been here, at least not consciously.” He admits and June chuckles. “These are so beautiful.” He points out, and June thinks “he probably means everything that's on the walls.” She's not wrong.
“Well, you were invited on several occasions.” She says to him from the kitchen, after a short while. She's busy making them tea. “You just never showed up.” June admits, bringing the kettle and two cups, as well as the sugar bowl, into the living room, all placed upon a small plastic tray. Freddie reaches out to help her settle the tray on the coffee table. She gives him a nervous glance, but lets him help.
“I'm sorry about that.” Freddie responds. They both sit down on the sofa and June sighs. “I've missed countless birthdays and pregnancies—are the misfits upstairs?”
June shakes her head. “They're at school. William's second year and Lilly's first.” She responds, and looks at Freddie properly. He's shaken by anxiety, she can tell by the way he's sitting and looking at his hands, as well as around the room, from time to time.
“I'm sorry about being an arsehole.” Freddie says, now looking into June's eyes strongly. His mere sincerity and visible regret brings a tear into June's eye. “I've been horrible to you, and the lads. I regret ever picking on you, and I must apologise on Paul's part, as well, since...”
“I saw the absurd interview he gave on the telly.” June says, and they both nod. June sighs quietly after she and Freddie exchange knowing looks. “I guess that's partly the reason why you're here.” She says and Freddie raises his eyebrows slightly, nodding.
“Mary made me see all that was wrong.” He responds. “And that made me regret a lot of things.”
June nods, and after a while of reminiscing and thinking—while Freddie watches her—she speaks. “I accept your apology, Fred.” She says and looks at him. “I knew and I saw that... you were not in your right mind, not in your own mind at all, actually. I'm glad you're out of that state now.”
Freddie nods and reaches out to hold June's hand, and she lets him, her soft skin touching Freddie's rougher fingers. Freddie caresses the top of her hand and sighs out.
“Freddie, I know you're sick.” June says and her voice cracks. Freddie raises his head at her and furrows his eyebrows. “Roger told me, if you're wondering.”
“Is that why you're accepting my apology?” He asks, starting to draw his hand from June's, but she holds on tighter, not about to let him slip away.
“No, Freddie.” She says, offense very visible on her features. “No. I...” June trails off, but realises that Freddie will probably stay with the wrong message in his mind, and draws away from him, turning her side to Freddie, her knees up to her chest. “Never you mind.” She says and sighs, running a hand through her hair.
“Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean—“
“No, Freddie, I didn't mean it.” June responds. “I explained why I accept your apology, and if you still think that pity is the reason why, then...” She sighs. “I don't know.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Freddie says. “Not your fault, I just got a little angry.” He says and offers June an apologetic smile. She looks at him for a moment, but then breaks down her facade and smiles, as well. Freddie notices her eyes look glossy and reaches back to her right hand, and holds it between his own hands. “How are you?”
“Fine, Freddie, just fine.” She says. “Sad, of course, and angry, but William and Lilly help keep me happy. As well as Roger.” She admits and glances at Freddie. “How are you, Freddie? Oh, and, I haven't told anyone about you being sick.” She buts in before Freddie can answer, and he nods.
“Alright, darling.” He says and chuckles. “Well, I'm good, better. If it's possible, I'm enjoying every day even more than before.” Freddie admits and June smiles. “I appreciate more of every day. And the people around me.” He pats June's hand and she smiles. “That's why I came here. You're one of the brightest stars I know.” Freddie winks at her, and June scoffs with the same smile on her face.
“Well, Freddie, you're the brightest star I know.” She responds and Freddie gives her a smile as a 'thank you', even though her statement adds a little ounce to his inner arrogance. “I think the tea's gone cold.” She admits.
“I can warm the kettle.” Freddie offers. June shakes her head, and starts to stand up, but Freddie stops her, getting up with her. “Really, I'll do it.” June sits back down and nods.
“Sure. It's in the kitchen.”
“That far I can think, darling.” Freddie says, walking towards the entrance of the kitchen. June chuckles at her own naivety and watches Freddie walking away. Her smile fades a little and tears threaten to flood her eyes and cheeks. Before they can, though, June takes a deep breath and stands up eventually from the sofa.
“We've got cake!” She announces to Freddie and runs after him through her own house.
A/N: Hello! I'm back with another part. There are many things I'd love to include in this story, and so it's going to be quite long. Hope you'll love it, tell me if you do. I love you guys. Happy reading!
Warnings: talk of nightmares, anxiety, insomnia.
Rose sits in the waiting room in a plastic chair with a blue pillow behind her back, her leg bouncing up and down as she anxiously waits for the secretary to call her name. She holds her bag between her fingers and they anxiously move around and start scratching the threads out. She doesn't really know why she's so nervous, there's really nothing to be scared of.
It's the first time in her life seeing a sleep doctor today, and Rose is stressing about it for some reason. The fact that she barely got any sleep during the night helps her even less, and Rose sighs. She looks down at her wrist watch to check the time, and it's fifteen minutes past eleven in the morning. She's been here for at least half an hour.
Rose told her boss about why she needs to take the day off, and he completely understood her, saying “take all the time you need, any day, to settle your sleep problems”. She chuckled at that and said a quiet “thank you” in response. He even offered to cover her doctor expenses, but Rose said that she'll take up that offer when her finanses get a little crazy, if they ever will.
“Banks, Rose Banks.” The secretary finally says in a monotone voice. Rose's head moves in the secretary's direction and she stands up from the chair. “The doctor will see you now.” She says to Rose with the most blank look on her face Rose has ever seen on a person. She nods and heads to the secretary's table's left, where the door to the doctor's office is located.
Rose knocks on the door just to be safe, and then creaks it open. She's greeted by a small room with light blue walls and different paintings hanged up on them, one wall being a whole window with blinds decorating it. There's a desk to Rose's right, a big set of shelves behind it and a woman sitting at the desk. Rose also notices a lot of gratitude papers, diplomas and certifications hanging here and there in the shelf set.
“You must be Rose Banks.” The woman behind the desk says, looking at Rose with a polite smile. She nods and smiles in return.
“Yes, hi.” Rose responds. The woman gets up and walks over to Rose after she's closed the door and they shake hands.
“I'm Dr. Davies, but if you want, you can call me Susie.” The woman says to Rose, and she nods.
“Nice to meet you.” Rose responds.
“It goes both ways,” Dr. Davies says and gestures for the empty chair in front of the desk, “here, have a seat.” Rose nods and sits down, sighing queitly just as Susie retakes her seat across the desk. “To start, I have to say that in roder to help you, I need complete and utter honesty from you.” Rose nods again, for the hundredth time today. “So, how are you today?”
Rose considers and then shrugs. “Well, if you want complete honesty, I feel horrible because I barely got any sleep last night.” She admits, looking at the doctor. “I was...” she looks down at her hands, “nervous about today.”
“And why were you nervous? Are you finding trouble with social interactions?” Susie asks and Rose shakes her head immediately.
“No, no, I am quite good with human interactions, I only—“ She pauses and takes a deep breath. “I've never talked to anyone about my sleeping problems.” Rose states and Susie raises her eyebrows, nodding.
“Alright.” She says. “How long have you had insomnia?” Her eyes squint at Rose.
“Well, since... I started secondary school, I think?” Rose says, not really sure about the years. “I'm not entirely sure.”
“I see.” Susie nods. “Did there happen to be any trauma, traumatic incidents or a loss of family member around that time?” Rose shakes her head, a little concerned about why she's asking. “The reason why it concerns me is because my patients often have psychological explanations to their lack of sleep. Is it stress, death of a loved one or other things, it's always in the head, to speak in the English language.” Susie chuckles and Rose smiles out of relief. “So nothing really happened, yes?”
Rose nods. “Yeah, my family life is pretty calm and boring, to be honest, and I've had the same—well, had—best friend since birth, and uh...” Rose grows silent at the memory and mere mention of Roger, and looks towards the window. She also remembers about Lillian.
Susie looks at her with squinted eyes again, being a regular psychologist and analysing her patient. “Had?” She questions and Rose nods in response. “Did you... split recently?”
“Well, in November, so that's three months.” She answers and looks back at Susie.
“And nothing happened between you two before your insomnia started?”
“No.” Rose shakes her head. She can't help remembering secondary school memories with Roger.
“Think about... I sense that friendship has a deep meaning to you.” Susie states. Rose moves her head from side to side and then nods.
“I value those more than other relationships.” Rose explains and Susie nods at her words.
“Alright, then.” She tells her. “Think about... other friendships you've had. Especially around that time.”
Rose looks away and bites her lip from the inside. “Hmm...” she thinks, trying to remember. “Well, uh—there was one, also now a lost friendship. To be honest, ti was lost from the start, but... I—I—”
“If you're not yet comfortable with talking about certain things, we can lay that off until you're ready.” Susie says, feeling that Rose starts to grow nervous. She notices her hands fidgeting and body tensing up. Susie offers her a smile and Rose lets out an almost chuckle of relief, relieved that the doctor understands her. Finally, someone she can talk to about her stresses and lack of sleep.
They spend the rest of the appointment, slightly over an hour, talking about certain details of Rose's life. Those help Susie Davies understand Rose more and get to know her better as a patient. She needs to get closer to Rosie to understand every aspect of why she's got insomnia, and that will lead her to answers and solutions to help Rose Banks.
When the session ends, Rose leaves the office and further, the building, feeling very uplifted. Also, quite literally - her head is high, shoulders raised and back straight, legs moving against one other strongly and confidently. A smile plays on Rose's face, and she's certain that she'll be in such a good mood the whole day.
Using the opportunity of a day free of work, Rose walks through a shopping malls shops and has lunch on her own. She feels like life makes sense again, and that everything's slipping into place for the first time. The smile stays on her beautiful features through out the whole day, even when she's tired of getting her (only two) shopping bags home and when she finally stumbles through her own door.
Rose slips out of her formal clothes and puts on shorts and a t-shirt, even though it's the start of February, deciding on cleaning up her own place and even changing up some rooms' layout. She feels like her life is starting to change, and with this moral change, there needs to be a differation in her close environment, as well.
She didn't expect Brian coming over tonight, but when she hears his voice coming from the entrance door, she smiles even wider. Rose giddily runs through her apartment and hugs Brian as soon as she sees him. She's giggling and smiling like a little girl, and it surprises Brian. But seeing her so smiling and happy, he can't help but smile as well.
“Come dance with me.” Rose says to him once she looks at Brian properly, and kisses his cheek. Brian raises his eyebrows, but smiles wide at Rose and nods at her invitation. She jumps off of him in an instant and takes Brian's hand in hers, dragging him with her into the newly re-organised living room.
