Bri's P O V

Through the roaring crowd, we struggled our way, hand in hand, to town. Luckily not many of them were haters, and some were even saying how brave we were. 

I clutched Roger's hand with a smile.

" It's Gonna Be Okay. " I whispered, and he slightly confidently smirked at me, before jabbing his eyes back to his feet and freezing up again, making eye contact with no one. 

As we approached town, the crowd got nicer and nicer. The pride flags coated the ship windows, and the cameramen were not asking many rude questions. Soon, some police officers asked them to give us some space to dwell around. 

It seemed our hometown was okay with the romance between me and Rog. It seemed that the rest of the world thought shit of it, though. Imagine what Roger's father would think - I thought.

1967 

" And That's Why I Hate Gays, Or Bisexuals, Or Any Same Sex Romance. I'm Just Happy Roger Isn't A Boy - Lover. " his dad explained over the phone. I shuddered softly. " I'd Quite Literally Disown Him. "

I shuddered and held Roger close, eyeing his seemingly happy expression. 

As we approached the music store, the grumpy looking stranger who owned it closed the door slightly. " Sorry. No Fags Around. We Don't Want To Catch Your Disease. " 

A crowd inside laughed at us and booed. Roger tensed and held me softly.

" We Always Visited Here Before. " I defended, standing up for our love. The man gave his customers a look of stupidity, as I could see. " Yeah, When You Didn't Love Eachother. Now Beat It Before We Beat You! "

" IF YOU THINK YOU CA- " 

I felt a gentle tug on my arm, and a body move away from me. " Bri - J - Just..Leave It Be... "

" Ah, Look! The Babies Scared! Is His Daddy Gonna Give Him A Kiss? " the man mocked in a greedy tone.I looked at Roger's upset expression and then the shop. 

" I'm Sorry. " I apologised to my true love as we walked off and I stuck up the finger. His head rested on my upper arm, our hands linked - but he said not much.

In the afternoon, we found ourselves tired out on a lonely park's bench, Roger's head on my lap and my hand moving sideways across his forehead. He shut his eyes with a grin.

" Does That Feel Good? " I laughed a little, and he hummed with a nod. " Love Conquers All, You Know. It Doesn't Matter What Kind Of Love. If It's Passionate And Real, It Is Stronger Than Anyone Thinks. "

" I Love You More Than Life Itself. " Roger mumbled with pleasure, his hand reaching for my chin, gazing at my face up and down with a weak smile. I blushed and held his hand against my face.

He looked around with curiosity, before frowning a bit. " I Don't Think Dad Wants To Talk To Me Anymore. " he shuddered, and I sighed. " You've Got Me. I'll Always Talk To You. I Understand You More Than Most, Babe. "

But he still seemed displeased.

" It's Like Everyone Who Ever Loved Me Is Just...Forgetting Me, Or...Regretting Me... " he said softly, gazing at the fading sunlight. 

" Everyone Except You. Why's That? " and he turned to me with almost serious eyes, like he didn't actually know, but then, neither did I. 

" Rog..I..I Don't Know. What I Do Know Is That The Heart Inside Of You Beats Still For A Good Reason, And It Beats With Mine In Harmony. We Are One. Just You And I. We Don't Need Anyone Else. As Long As We Have Eachother, I Think We're Gonna Be Fine. "

My boyfriend bit his lip and nodded.

Roger's P O V

Something inside of me told me that what Brian was trying to say was that he wanted me all to himself, but I knew that was a lie and that my depressed side was trying to get the better of me whilst I was okay. 

Simply my reminding myself of Brian's words, I almost overcame the whole subject of negativity, but it always seemed like a constant thing in my head, like a song stuck in your head. You want it out so bad but it just stays, and there's not much you can do.

I sat up on Brian's lap and held his shoulders against mine, with my head on them equally. 

He smiled at me infectiously and kissed my ear, making me giggle. " Don't You Ever Get Worried About Earwax? " I asked a little happily. 

" Don't You Ever Stop Worrying About Me Worrying? Shh, Babe. Let Me Love You, Cute Little Boy. "

I blushed immensely and let him smother my left side with gentle smooches and nuzzles, making sure my hickeys didn't start hurting, and he smoothed my glossy hair in his long bony fingers.

I resisted the need to sleep, as I hadn't a lot lately. 

I had stayed up some nights trying to overcome my fears. Last night I gave up. I accepted my demons would forever be a part of me, a bigger part of me than I wanted.  

I felt myself picked up strongly, as I was light and bony anyway. " Sleep, My Prince. I'll Get Us A Taxi Home. You Need More Than I Do. "

I groaned in annoyance.

" I Wanna Stay Up With You. " I mumbled as he carried me across towards the road near the Taxi Stop. He chucked hotly, in his distinctive tone. 

" Why Don't I Stay Upstairs Un Our Room, And Write The Japan Setlist In Bed With You Then..? "

I paused. 

" S - Setlist..? Wh - When Are We Touring...? "

He paused included. 

" In...Two Days.... "