The Old Times- Roger Taylor

His hands were so warm against my cold body, as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel my dad's eyes glaring at me from behind, but I didn't care.
"You okay?" he whispered. His voice was so soothing, I loved it.
I didn't reply, I just cried into his shoulder.
At the very end I just wanted to get home. I didn't want a lecture from my dad, or a dramatic exit, no, I just wanted to get home. I stood up, walking down to the exit, with lots of chatter in the background.
"Hey wait!"
I stopped and turned my head to see Roger coming towards me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Let me buy you a drink. You up for it?"
I nod as we got into his car. Silence filled the air for half of the journey, but then that was broken not long later.
"You're very pretty you know."
"Thanks" I say, trying to hide my smile, which didn't work because he saw it and is smiling too.
"Can I get your name at least?"
Shit. If I wanted to have a good relationship with him then I couldn't tell him who I was, he was devastated for ages after I turned him down.
"It's Delilah."
"Delilah. That's a pretty name too. Did a Greek god give birth to you of something? You're perfect."
If he thought I was perfect, imagine he saw my sister. I smile at his compliment as we reach the pub. We took a seat, directly across from each other. We talked for ages, and he still had that sense of humour.
"You're not what I expected you to be Roger."
He pulled me a weird look. Shit. He hadn't told me his name yet.
"How do you know my name?"
"I just love your bands music, I know it's Roger Taylor when I see him."
He smiled, making me smile.
"So how do you know Harriet then?" Harriet was my mother, but I couldn't say that.
"She was my mothers friend, but my mother couldn't make it. Harriet was like family to me, she was so kind to me and was basically all I had." Which was the complete opposite to reality.
"Really? Well she was a total bitch to me. She was also my mother's friend, but my mother got ill and died so I had to move from here to London at the age of eleven. Harriet was a total bitch to me and my mother, and especially to my old friend Lucy. She was a beauty, kind of like you, in fact I wanted to see her today, to speak to my old best friend, but she wasn't there. I don't blame her to be honest."
Wow. So it wasn't my fault he moved away, and I didn't have to lie to speak to him. Shit. Now how was I meant to tell him I wasn't "Delilah".
He reached out for my hands, holding them and rubbing them with his thumb. After some time he said:
"Tonight was fun. It was nice to meet you Delilah."
He stood up, ready to leave as I did the same. I gave him my telephone number and I kissed him on his cheek, smiling.
"Thank you for cheering me up."
"Any time." He said, blushing and smiling.
He dropped me home, but I didn't want to let him go. He waited for me to get out the car but I didn't want tonight to end.
"Come in with me."
"What?"
"Come on."
I got out of the car and he did too, and we went into my apartment together. I was so drunk that night, I have no clue what went through my head.
"This is a nice pl-" I pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he grabbed my waist to pull me closer. He tasted very strongly of beer, but I didn't care. I only wanted him. I kissed him harder, pulling him onto the sofa, so he was on top of me. Butterflies twirled and danced in my stomach as I watched him unbutton his shirt. I was so drunk that's all I remember.