Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

He Cared So Much

You walked to where you knew your shoes were. You slipped them on with the slight vision you had remaining. 

You opened the door and closed it behind you. 

Your hand slides down the grimy staircase rail.

It was a cold night, chilly but so far perfect. It was three months ago before this all started happening. 

Roger took you to a bar that night. 

The same bar you went to with Sam when he was caught kissing the blonde. 

The same blonde that came into your boutique a week later and bought black lingerie. You scowled at her the whole time knowing it was her. 

You didn't tell Roger about that. 

You knew what he would want to do. Find Sam and punch him or do something like an overprotective and jealous boyfriend he was. 

The fact he cared so much about you made you forget that you were sitting in the seat next to where Sam was. 

You had a shot too many while Roger strictly kept it to a single shot even though apparently you tried really hard to get to have fun. 

After a car ride of the bustling busy streets of London and his warm hand holding your thigh, you made it home. 

You both went up to the flat only to realize you forgot, too drunk probably, to grab your purse that was in the van. 

He went inside while you went back down. 

When coming back up you remembered that feeling of the grimy and cold metal against your hand. 

You focused on it as you came up the steps. 

"Dumb ass I'm home!" You yelled before finding Roger in bed, already ready, and so were you.

You walked across the parking lot to where Brian's flat was. 

You heard Chrissie came home along with Veronica because of her doctor. 

You knocked on her door. 

"Chrissie!" You yelled. 

The door unclicked. 

"Oh hi Y/N." it was Veronica. 

"Hi Roni, is Chrissie home?" you asked rushed.

You brushed your finger over the velvety box in your jean pocket, it made a very noticeable bludge. 

"She's getting her first ultrasound at the doctor's. Her mom took her. Anything I can help with?"

You gave it some thought. 

"Actually yes." She had a car, now you had the vehicle and a driver. 

"Come in."

"I can't. Do you have a car?" you asked. "Yeah, why?" 

You knew where Roger was exactly. 

"Can you drive me somewhere?" 

You could see the outline of her. 

She had shorts on or a short skirt. 

Her shirt was cheetah print or some animal print, you couldn't exactly tell. 

"Uhm sure? Are you ok?"

"Fine, fine just quick please." she stepped inside the flat and came out with shoes and jingling keys. 

You ran to her car and hopped in. 

Your hands being your help for your lack of vision. 

You heard the engine turn over as the radio blasted Queen music. 

"Sorry Brian insists. They all have a bit of an ego, I'm guessing you know that." You laughed as you heard the volume turn down.

 You lifted your ass up off the seat for your pocket was straight and you grabbed the velvet box.

"Are you gonna- are,"

"Yup."