Roger's P.O.V.

My head drooped down as I sat at my drumkit in the corner of the recording room, the sticks I was holding becoming limp in my hands as my eyes became heavier and heavier. The headphones on my head blocked out noise elsewhere, making it easier for me to drift off to sleep without being interrupted. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the day, which I would have done, had I not been physically dragged out of it by my bandmates. I had a splitting headache, the loud grunting of Brian's guitar in the background only making it worse - I was really in no fit state to be doing this.

I wondered how Amelia was feeling today too. Her car wasn't parked outside so I assumed she went to work. I hope she can remember more of last night than I can, as I can't remember a thing. She was definitely coping with her hangover better than I was with mine, that's for sure.

My daze was suddenly cut short when I felt my headphones being ripped off my head and the figure of someone standing beside me. I opened my tired eyes to see a very angry Freddie looking down at me.

'Hello?! Earth to Roger?! I've been saying your name for the last minute and a half.' Freddie shouted at me, 'We need to record this drum track. Today. That's not going to happen if you keep dozing off half way through it! I know you're feeling under the weather - we all know why that is - but you need to be competent. Capisce?'

I nodded sighing, 'Alright, understood.'

Freddie gave me one last glare before making his way back up the steps to control booth, leaving me sitting there rubbing my face, still struggling to keep myself awake. I glanced up at John would was sitting just a few metres in front of me, tuning his bass. He looked up at me with a sympathetic smile.

'Don't take Freddie's bad mood personally. He's been snapping at all of us this morning.' he told.

I nodded, 'Yeah, I noticed.'

'I'm guessing you had fun last night? Maybe too much fun, judging by the state of you.' John smirked.

'I did - well, at least I think I did. It's all a bit of a blur, really. And what do you mean 'judging by the state' of me? I wasn't that drunk...was I?' I defended.

'Roger, when you came back to our room, you crashed onto my bed, thinking it was yours. You landed on top of me and almost crushed me. So, yes, you were that drunk.' Brian stopped playing his guitar and piped in, to which John reacted to in a fit of laughter.

I looked down at the floor, extremely embarrassed, but soon retorted, 'Why are you complaining? That's probably the closest you've been to having someone in your bed in a long time.'

Brian scowled at me, unamused by my comment which I tried my best not to laugh at myself. He looked like he was about to retaliate with an insult of his own but our bickering was brought to an end by Freddie speaking over the intercom, his voice sounding through the speakers and filling the barn.

'If you ladies could stop talking about what you do at night when you share a room together and actually get something done, that would be great.' he sassed.

'Yeah, Brian.' I said in a mocking tone, putting my sunglasses and headphones on, before beginning to warm up on my drums.

'Don't be so childhish.' I heard Brian growl at me, which made me snigger. God, it was so easy to wind him up.

Once we'd started behaving like adults again and I'd managed to stay awake for long enough, we finally got some recording done. The four of us were great workers, normally. When we weren't touring, we spent almost every second in the studio working our asses off; holidays weren't something we were granted regularly. Anyway, the drum track had finally been laid down - when Freddie was happy with it, that was. Fortunately, once I'd delivered a good enough take, so his bad mood from before soon fizzled out. Deciding to take a break, we all regrouped in the control booth, John and Brian sitting on the couch at the back whilst Freddie and I sat on two of the chairs at the mixing desk. Our sound engineer, Mike, left the room as he needed to talk to Frank, meaning we were left alone to converse.

After a few minutes of general conversation about the recording, Freddie turned to me and asked, 'So, did you get to know Amelia better last night, as planned? Or can you not remember anything she told you?'

I frowned at him, 'Of course I can remember...well, vaguely.'

Freddie scoffed at my statement, 'You're incredible, Rog. I would have thought for one night, you might have reined it in and been a bit more civil - but no.'

'What? I was having a good time!' I defended, 'I was just being myself.'

He shook his head in disbelief, 'You'd better just hope to god you didn't make a fool of yourself in front of her.'

'Alright, I didn't ask for a lecture.' I crossed my arms.

Although I didn't want to think about it, Freddie's comment started to worry me. What if I had made an arse of myself in front of Amelia last night? I wouldn't be able to remember it, if I had.

'Look, forget what Freddie said. I'm sure you didn't do anything stupid in front of Amelia. Don't worry yourself.' Brian assured me.

'Well,' John shrugged, 'I dunno, he has done some pretty 'memorable' things under the influence of drink before, so I wouldn't be so sure.'

Brian elbowed him in the ribs, making him wince, 'You're a fine one to talk.' he growled at him while I slouched down in my chair, rubbing my temple.

'Okay, you're right. I'm sorry, Roger, I was only pulling your leg.' John apologised to which I just shrugged in reply to.

'Thing is, Deaky, you're right. I'm notorious for making an idiot of myself when I'm drunk. This occasion could have been just the same.'

Brian looked up at me, his expression softening, 'I think you're overthinking this. We all do stupid things when we're drunk, Rog. Besides, Amelia doesn't seem like the type of person who'd mind all that much.'

'I agree,' Freddie chimed in, 'It's not like you tried to kiss her or jump into bed with her or anything.'

It was at this point, realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks. A flashback of the moment from the upstairs corridor last night replayed in my head as I could see everything unfold, like it was happening right now. The moment where I tried to kiss Amelia was vivid as could be. Dropping my head in my hands, I mentally scolded myself for my actions, while my bandmates watched concerned.

'Roger? Are you alright?' John asked, but I was too enveloped in my thoughts to notice.

This was exactly the type of thing I was worried about. If it was anyone else, I probably wouldn't have given a toss, but this was Amelia. This was different. Now you've really gone and done it, haven't you Roger?

As I sat there, having a meltdown, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, which instantly grabbed my attention. I recognised it as the sound of Amelia's car which could only mean that she was home. Knowing that I had to put things right, I quickly jumped out of my chair and made my way out of the control booth, leaving my now highly confused bandmates behind.

'Where the hell are you going? Roger, get back here!' Freddie called, but I ignored him, and made my way down the steps to the floor level of the barn until he was out of ear shot.

Dashing out the door, I stepped outside into the hot, afternoon sun. Making my way to the front of the house, I quickly upped my pace when I saw Amelia getting out of her car and grabbing her bag from the passengers seat. She was dressed in her all-black work clothes - a polo shirt, skirt and plimsolls. Although it wasn't the most flattering outfit, she still managed to look radiant. She shut the car door behind her and locked it with her keys, before starting to walk towards the house.

'Amelia!' I called out to her, before she walked away. She stopped in her tracks and looked over in my direction.

'Hello, Mr. 'Party animal.' she beamed as I approached her, 'How are you today? Your head a bit sore?'

'How did you guess?' I chuckled, standing just in front of her, 'Yeah, I'm not feeling too bad, I mean, my head hurts a bit but I'm more tired than anything else.'

Amelia laughed, 'Yeah, I can relate to you on that. I've been falling asleep at work all day.'

My nerves started to kick in as I knew I was going to have to mention the dreaded mishap sooner or later, 'Listen, um, I feel like I owe you an apology.'

'Apology? For what?' she asked, confused.

I shifted on the spot, 'For the way I behaved last night. There's no point in sugar coating it - I drank way too much and got out of hand. I'm sorry I tried to...well, you know.'

Amelia stood there, looking like she was trying to decipher what I'd meant, before a look of realisation appeared on her face, along with a small smile, 'Oh, right.'

'Yeah,' I scratched the back of my head, awkwardly, 'It was a pretty impudent thing to do. I promise you I'd never have done it, had I been sober. I really hope I didn't give off a bad impression.'

'Roger,' Amelia started, 'Relax. It was the drink, I'm not an idiot. To be honest, I thought it was quite funny, I got great entertainment out of it! You may have been pushing your luck a bit, but I'm not offended in any way. So stop fretting!''

'So...no harm done?' I asked.

Amelia chuckled, the most gorgeous smile on her face, 'No harm done.'

'Good.' I sighed, finally at ease, 'I hope you don't think I'm some sort of raging alcoholic.'

'Of course not,' she laughed, 'You just know how to have a good time. Nothing wrong with that.'

I couldn't help but not fight back a huge smile, which I tried my best to hide by looking down at the ground. There was a short moment of silence between us, until Amelia spoke up.

'I'm going inside for a drink. Would you care to join me?' she asked.

I looked up at her, 'I'd love to. As long as we're not having alcoholic beverages. Even just the thought of that makes my stomach turn.'

'Oh god, definitely not. I was thinking more along the lines of tea or coffee.'

'Sounds good to me.' I beamed as the two of us started walking towards the house, 'Perhaps whilst we're in there you could tell me about what other events happened last night. You can probably imagine my memories of it are very few.'

'Where do you want me to start? The struggle you had with your lighter, the singing John Denver songs, or the falling on the stairs? There's plenty to choose from.' Amelia smirked.

I looked at her, surprised, as we stepped through the front door, 'Oh god, really? That's so embarrassing. I didn't realise just how much of a tit I made of myself. Sounds like we had a pretty interesting evening, though.'

Amelia chuckled, 'It was certainly more eventful than I'd anticipated, that's for sure.'

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Hello hello!

Sorry that this chapter was a bit of a wait, but I wanted to make sure it was of sufficient quality before I published it. I wasn't happy with the last one and felt it was very rushed (not my best work) so I thought I'd step back and do this one whilst more relaxed. The summer holidays have started here, so that means loads of spare time so more updates! I hope you're all enjoying this book so far and if you liked this chapter, please remember to give it a vote and even drop a comment too, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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