Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Eat Some Breakfast

"Roger what did we do...?" You say as you groggily came out of a dazed sleep. 

"Drunk." he simply responded as he rolled over 

"Can you close the blinds?" you asked. 

"Blinds..." he repeated and cover his face with his pillow. 

"I thought we were supposed to like, I don't know, not get drunk?"

"Stop talking," he responded. 

Roger found another bottle tucked away in his cupboard after the first appearance of the almost empty bottle. 

"What about the Louvre?" you asked and didn't get a response. 

You sat up even though your head bound like crazy. Your body felt weak.

Your feet hit the rug and now it wasn't pleasant. 

You moped over to the kitchen in a daze and opened the spice cabinet. You pulled out cinnamon, thyme, chilli powder, and garlic powder. You went to the fridge and grabbed the milk. You then grabbed two tall glasses. You poured the milk and added all the spices in both. 

It reeked. 

You downed one glass "Ughh." you exclaimed and already felt more awake already. You carried the glass into the bedroom. "Drink this," you said when you reached Roger. You tried to take the pillow he was holding onto yet he wouldn't let go. "Rog, you have to get up!"

"I don't have to do anything," he said, muffled by the pillow. "Roger get your pants on, my moms here!" you said. He instantly sat up. He looked around. "Wait?"

"Hah. Just drink this," you said handing him the glass. He took it. 

"What's in this? Are you gonna try and poison me or some shit?"

"It's a hangover spell," you said 

"Didn't answer either of my questions." He said. 

"Just drink it huh?" you said. He chugged it down.

"AGH! What the hell!" He yelled and you laughed. 

"You know I feel pretty good already."

"Told ya, has anyone told you how stubborn you are?" you say making a joke "Yeah Freddie tells me the same thing all the time."

"Are you making fun of me?" he says. 

He grabs your waist and pulls you onto the bed kissing you. 

"Are we still going to the Louvre cause I was actually looking forward to it?"

"Sure why not," he says leaving one lost soft kiss on your forehead.

You both get dressed and eat some breakfast. "Ok, are we ready?"

"I believe we are!" you say grabbing your glasses and camera. Roger grabs his keys.

You hop in his car and drive away.