Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Looked Like A War Going On Inside

"You know you should really be going back on tour?"

"Yeah I know but the tour isn't as important as you," Roger says

You were currently on the brown couch. 

Roger was propped up against a pillow against the arm of the couch. You were lying on top of him, your feet hanging on the ottoman.

"Tour is important. It's why you made Sheer Heart Attack. I can't end all of that." you looked up at him. 

Into his soft blue eyes, his gentle pink lips, his long blonde hair, tickling your shoulders. 

"Tour isn't all it's made out to be y'know."

"Doesn't mean it isn't important and shouldn't go. That's not fair to all your fans. They bought tickets to a Queen show. Not a Queen minus Roger Taylor show." 

He gave you a grin knowing you were right. He needs to go back, even if it means leaving you.

"Fine. But you better call me every day and we are checking you into a hospital before I leave."

"Deal," you say and lean your head back on his chest, starring at the t.v playing Mr. Rodgers. 

He made you smile. Roger made you smile. His hand tracing small circles over your back, occasionally snagging on your bra underneath made you smile.

It was a peaceful moment like nothing could disrupt it.

Or so you thought. 

"Why don't you go with me?" Roger asked. 

You thought about it. 

You've been on a tour before with him, doing it with awful vision. No fucking way. 

"Nah," you say. 

"How come?" He asks. 

"I've flown and been with you on tour for ten days. It was fun, but that was when I could see and function properly. I wasn't fucking fainting every week." You exhaled sharply as you stared at him, wondering what he was gonna say. You hadn't a clue of what he would say, what could he say? 

He opened his mouth. 

It looked like a war going on inside his brain. 

"Well, what if you can never see again? Might as well use what you can see and go see the world!" he seemed upset, not what you were expecting. 

You bit your lips. 

"Well, what if I can see again?"

It was weird. These past couple of days you were always on the side of you not being able to see again. Roger, was the hopeful and optimistic one. He told you, repeatedly you would have clear vision again and he would do anything to help you.

"What if?" he said. 

You sat up and he brought his legs up to his chest and repositioned them for they touched the ground.

"What if something happens in a foreign country? What would I do then?"

"Deal with it like you would deal with it here. At least then if you faint again I'd fucking be here and not on a different continent."

"All I'm saying is I don't want to hold you back!" you said. 

"Or lead me on?" he muttered. 

"What'd you say?"

"OR LEAD ME ON!" he yelled angrily. 

It took you a second. 

"Roger I-"

"Save it," he said and got up. 

"Where are you going?"

"To return the damn ring." he threw on his jacket and grabbed his keys. 

"Actually?" you asked. 

"Not actually. Do you even know how much that thing costed me? Just look at it." he yelled his hand on the doorknob, 

"Oh wait you can't," he said while opening the door then slamming it. 

Tears streamed down your face. 

You totally led him on. 

Well not really, you were dating and nothing you said would imply you want to get married.

"Do you wanna get married?" The conversation replayed in your mind. "Oh wow! The M-word. I mean I always wanted to yes and maybe have five or six kids?" You sat right here, happily. Now you sit here, maybe single.

"Woah Woah Woah! Six kids?" you asked shocked. That was the biggest thing for you, having 6 kids. Now, now it was completely different and honestly very unexpected, but most things in life are unexpected. 

Unless you were some physic.

"Or five. But probably not for a couple of years."

"Would you marry me?" You totally led him on. 

"Do you wanna marry me?" he asked 

"I asked first!" You say "And I asked second and two is more than one."

"I would like to marry you," you said. 

Fuck.

Why didn't you specify not so soon? 

Maybe you wanted to marry him now.

Maybe it was your love or vision that was holding you back.

You heard his van pull out, then a screech of rubber grinding to a halt then a "FUCK YOU" and the van pulling out of the parking lot. 

You always managed to fuck things up, even the best things. 

It was weird to believe you were lying on him as he gently cruzed his fingers against your back, you both were happy and fine. 

You walked into the kitchen to make some toast to get your mind off of things. 

You pulled open the bread box to grab some sourdough. 

You saw a deep blue object under the Wonder bread. 

You felt for it and realized the velvety material. \

You knew what you had to do.