Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Quite Cold in The Nighttime

This is a very short one, like 400 words. Hope everyone is enjoying the story! Feel free to comment at any time or message me on Instagram Rogermyreligon! Have fun!

After a while, you get dressed, and Roger barbeques a burger on the grill outside. 

"Wow, what are you American now?" you say sitting on the railing next to him, swinging your legs. 

"I think they are quite good," he says flipping the two patties. 

You were wearing a short, soft yellow sundress that has ties as straps, much like the one from the picnic.

"Ready?" he says putting the brown patties on a plate and carrying them to the table. You grabbed the buns and condiments from inside. 

"A good first day?"

"The best I've had in my whole life," you say looking back over the day. 

"Oh good. Well, we have two more days here. Tomorrow we have a full day here, maybe we could go somewhere if you like. Then we will be leaving at 5 am on Monday to get you to class and me to band practice." he says, plotting the dates with his fingers. 

"I rented a bunch of tapes of movies for tonight. There's a player in the hut," he adds. 

"Whatcha get?"

"Where The Red Fern Grows, King Kong, A Star Is Born, The Great Gatsby, and Chinatown." He says. It was sweet the choice of movies he rented, you pictured him more as a-well you weren't really sure what kind of movies he liked. Romantic? Horror? Action?

"I saw the Red Fern and The Great Gatsby but the other three I haven't." You said.

"Aw shit. Well, we don't have to watch them if you don't want to."

"It's ok Rog," you say as he clearly was upset. 

You continue eating your burger, watching the sunset. 

You cleared the table and went inside. 

You chose to watch Chinatown first. 

Roger put in the tape and crawled into the bed where you were. 

You lied on his head as he played with your hair. The t.v was right in front of you at the foot of the four-poster bed. At the end of the movie, you both decided to fall asleep.

You faced each other. Roger's gentle hand was outlining your features in a calm way. His fingers traced over your nose, your eyebrows, and eventually fell to the mattress when he fell asleep. 

You turned to face the wall, away from him and he scooted closer wrapping his arm around your waist and you held his hand. You fell asleep as he spooned you, also warming you cause it got quite cold in the nighttime.