Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Shampoo In Your Eye

 It was the next day. It was around noon and it was a beautiful day. 

You both decided not to go anywhere. 

For a while, you sat on a towel in the sand reading your book. Roger joined you after he woke up. You never realized he liked to sleep in so much. 

You had a new bathing suit on. You found it in your bag. It was a neon green bikini. The top had wires in it, framing it into a square.

"Oh good morning finally. I thought I was gonna be alone!" you exclaimed as he walked over to you already in board shorts. 

"sorry-" he yawns. "wanna go swimming?"

"you sure you can?" you ask in his sleepy state. 

"yeah, I love swimming," he says with another yawn. 

You get up putting down your book and walking to the dock. 

"you first," he tells you and you jump off. When you come up, he jumps and you keep as close as you can to where he landed. He pops up. 

"love, I'm just a natural at everything!"

"oh we will see about that," you tell him "race you to the shore?" You ask and he agrees.

"Three two one GO!" you say quickly. 

You start kicking fast and hard. 

You don't realize but he gets in front of you. 

When you reach the shore and look up from the water seeing roger already standing onshore. 

"How?" you ask as he helps you stand up. "like I said, a natural." 

You kiss him.

For the next couple of hours, until around 4-5 pm you swim together. 

As you decided you're done he follows, also done. y

You reach the shore. 

"Y/N wait!" roger yells and you stop. 

He gets down on his knees. 

"get on!" he says. you climb onto his back and he stands up. your legs wrap around his torso and you try not to choke him as you keep your hands around his neck. 

When you reach the hut he lets you down. 

"what's for dinner rog?" you ask him. "fish and chips!" he responds. 

As you eat your fish and chips outside on the table you realize how badly you need to take a shower after a day and a half in the seawater. 

"Is the shower ok to use?" you ask roger. "yeah I think so," he says with his mouth full.

Once you've cleaned up from dinner you go take a shower. 

The dumb bathing suit is even harder to take off because of the clip on the back

"oh fuck this shit." you say opening the bathroom door to see roger on the porch. "need help?"

"How did you know?" you ask him "not sure. Just guessed."

"did you purposely do this to me?" you ask 

"nope. just how they came."

How did he know exactly what you were talking about?

He stood up, leaning his guitar against the rail. 

You walked into the bathroom as he met you in there. You repeated what you did yesterday. 

"need help with the bottoms as well?"

"I think I'll manage," you say. 

"may I stay?" he asks you. 

"Sure I don't see why you want to but I also don't see why not." 

He goes and grabs you your nightwear as you step into the shower completely naked and pull the shower curtain to cover you. He comes back in and sits on the small bench next to the shower.

"There's something up with Freddie." Roger suddenly says. 

"what do you mean?" you enjoyed Freddie's company. He was very cheeky and fun. 

"I'm not sure. He knows somethings wrong with Mary. It's almost like she knows something yet Freddie doesn't know what it is. Like if Freddie and she knew he did and he didn't tell her like that, he didn't cheat on her-or I don't think he  I'm worried for him. He loves Mary and I don't want either of them to get hurt."

"What do you mean knows something?" you ask curiously 

"I'm not sure. Something is off with Freddie though. Ever since Japan, something is not right. Or it is and he doesn't know how to tell us?" Roger says almost like he is asking a question. 

"Tell you what?" you ask putting shampoo in your hair. 

"I'm not sure. He's been dressing very strangely. That's just Fred but he buys women's clothes and although it works with his personality it's just like he's being himself yet keeping it a secret from us. If that makes sense. " Roger goes on 

"Ah fuck!" you yell getting shampoo in your eye. 

"Y/N what's wrong?"

"get me a towel, please! I got shampoo in my eye I can't see anything," you yell as it burns.

You hear his shuffling and the shower curtain is drawn back. 

You feel the soft and dry towel on your eye and you rub it. 

"don't rub it makes it worse."

"well it hurts either way!" you say getting annoyed. He shuts up keeping the towel up for you. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get mad at you it just hurts."

"it's ok I understand," he says with his hand combing back a sopping wet strand of hair from your face. 

You blink quickly as it feels better. He's staring away from you. It's nice how respectful he is, different from all those dicks at your college.

"it's fine, I don't even care at this point," you say. 

He immediately looks at you and kisses you. "I don't have endless hot water." 

You say and close the curtain. 

"well I love you!" he says walking out. 

You hear the door close and you wonder why he left. 

You're left alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

Suddenly the water sounds echo, the small droplets of water that were flying out of the shower fixture start to not hit you but the bathtub floor sure does as you fall hard, whacking your head against the edge of the tub.