Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

This Stuff Doesn't Kill You

It's a couple of days later. 

The band had their first gig the other day now they are on their fifth day and their second show at the Music Hall in Cleveland. 

They were always doing soundchecks. They thought they would see more professional if they did that and Brian said he didn't want to use all of their time fixing the lights or adjusting the sound during the real thing. 

In the morning you all went out to breakfast and these past two nights you spend all night at the bar. 

They have "too much adrenaline" to sleep so a bar helps them "unwind." Or at least that's what Freddie says and everyone goes along with it. 

In the small amount of time you have with Roger, he takes you to any big tourist spots. 

It was pretty fun to get to know Chrissie and Veronica as well although it would be fun if Mary was here. 

It was currently February 8th and you leave February 10th while you will be in Detroit. 

"Anything special you would like to do today?" Roger was asking you as he threw on pants and you layed in bed. 

"Depends, what's around here?" you ask looking over at him now putting on a white collared shirt, then a faux fur jacket, and continuing to unbutton the shirt to his torso. 

"What about the Cleveland Museum of Art?" he asks walking over to you. 

"That sounds quite fun although weren't we waltzing around The Louvre a couple of days ago?" You tell him 

"Is that a yes or no?"

"That's sure," you say 

"May I do your hair today?" He asks.

"Sure." He often braided your hair, it was quite nice that he liked doing it. 

You sat up 

"And may I pick out your outfit?" He also often helped you with your fashion and you enjoyed your taste in fashion but it made you feel so happy to wear something picked by him. 

You nodded to him. 

You walked into the bathroom as he walked in behind you. He started brushing your long hair and you picked up your makeup. 

You applied some blush, mascara, and lipstick. 

"Why do you wear all that shit? You're so beautiful? I mean you are obviously beautiful with it on but still?" He asked you pulling your hair back 

"Well thank you, I like it because well, I'm not sure but it's quite fun to put it on."

"It's quite fun to do drugs but that doesn't mean I do it," he says and you laugh 

"Yes well this stuff doesn't kill you, or at least I don't think it does." 

Once he's done with your two perfectly done braids he goes to the dresser that was holding both of your clothes and he gave you muddy orange high-waisted pants that were flared and had a nonworking button at the top and a long sleeve mock turtle neck.

He watched you dress as he usually does and watches as your stare at yourself in the full-length mirror. 

"Here I know," he says taking off his fur jacket. 

He puts it around your arms and you slip into it. 

You loved it. 

"One more thing," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom. 

After the loud noises of scuffling, he came out with a small black compact and a pointy brush. 

"May I?" He asked you showing it was black eyeliner you nodded and closed your eyes. 

You felt his warm hand against your cheek and the bristles tickling your upper lash line. 

After he completed both eyes you opened your eyes and looked up close in the mirror 

"I look like Freddie's sister!" you say. 

"You're even more beautiful than Kashmira, also you look nothing alike." He says looking at you confused 

"No, I meant, just the fashion and the eyeliner." You say 

"Do you like it?" he asked as his eyebrows furrowed. 

You hugged him "I love it." You say as he has never done your makeup before. 

You walk out the door with your brown long purse hanging off your shoulder and your other hand occupied with rogers hand.