Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

A Red Ford Pinto

You made it home. 

Roger's home. 

Or at least his parking lot

It was nice to be there. 

It felt so long since you were there since you avoided it when he was gone cause it made you remember him and you missed him dearly. 

You remembered everything where it was, what it was in his house.

You entered and had a small bathroom on the left. On the right the living room. Kitchen offset from the living room on the left. It had a guest bedroom on the end of the left side. The master bedroom on the end of the right side then the master bath at the end of the small hallway.

You remembered all his trinkets, furniture. The memories you shared there.

It felt like your old childhood home.

All those memories seemed so long ago yet they weren't. 

They were compacted into 5 incredible months. Soon to be more. 

So many conversations had on the couch.

So many kisses shared in bed.

So many meals eaten in the kitchen.

It all swirled in your mind as you pulled into the parking lot of the residences and guests of the residences.

Roger helped you out of the car.

"Here let me," he squatted down on one knee. 

Not the only time you'll see him in this positioned today.

"Get on," he says as you see the faint outline of blacks and greys that make out his back. 

You slide your arms gently around his neck and as he stood, you wrap your legs around his back. 

You leaned your head against him at an angle. 

The muddy red house close by. 

Wait, it was red. 

You could see the red, not clearly but it was definitely red. 

You knew it was red but you could see it. 

You picked your head up. "Rog stop," you say and he immediately stops. \

"Wanna get off?" he asks "yes please." 

He sets you down gently. 

"What's wrong?"

You looked around and could see faint colors. 

You smiled. 

You could see the outline of his blue van. 

A red Ford Pinto a couple of spots down. 

A green Morris Marnia on the other side of the parking lot.

Most of the cars were gone. They were probably at work.

You could see the red flats wrapping around in a rectangle with three sides. 

You watched as a blurry yellow cab drove past the street. 

"color-I see color..." you whispered. 

"What?" roger asked, 

"I SEE COLOR!" You yelled. 

You turned around to see Roger and take him in as you did with your surroundings.

You could see the dark blue denim jeans he was wearing. 

His blonde hair reaching his unbuttoned orange flowery shirt. 

"Wait really?" 

You nodded quickly 

"Come!" he said grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs to his flat. 

"Woah I still can't see that well," you say at the bottom of the steps.

"Right..." he said slowing down and putting his arm around your shoulder and taking hold of your hand. 

He grabbed his key ring quickly and dropped them at the top of the stairs.

He laughed nervously and picked them up. 

You heard the click of his key and him leading you inside. 

"Here stay here," he said putting you down on the couch. 

You nodded and watched the blurred figure walk away. 

You heard scuffling then a large object fall and shatter on the hardwood floor. 

"Shit!" you heard after and you laughed. 

After a couple of minutes, he came out with a bundle of objects. 

He pushed the brown stained coffee table you had eaten so many dinners at with him to the side. 

You could see the food then. 

The oranges of carrots and reds of the insides of steaks. 

The green delicious taste of a green bean. 

"Ok," he said coming over and squatted down on his knees in front of you. 

"What color is this?" He held up a bundle of fabric. 

A shirt maybe? 

"Purple?" you said remembering the color of purple.

A color you thought you would never see again.

"Yes!"

"Ok, what's this?" 

He held up a single shoe.

"Pink?" You said looking at the shoe. 

The colors seemed more muted but you could definitely see the color.

"What color is this box?" He held up. 

"Deep blue," you say. 

He changed positions. 

He put one knee down, the other at a 90-degree angle, almost in a lunge. 

You focused on the box still in his hand. 

You heard the creaks of the hinges coming open as he flipped up the lid of the box. 

It was shining whatever it was in the box. 

It reflected the overhead light of colors of the rainbow. 

In your 7th-grade science class, you remembered learning about refractions. 

A light goes into a prism, in this case, a diamond and it came out as refractions as colored light strands. 

Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, indigos, violets. 

Wait it was a diamond. 

Why did he have a diamond?

"Y/N will you make me the happiest man to ever exist and marry me?"