Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Congrats Either Way

"What-how did you find me?" He asked. 

"Veronica. I first went to the park but Roni said you would be here."

"Here come in," he said opening the door

"Why are you here?" he asked as you stood in the front part of the studio.

"I realized." you started crying. 

FUCK! 

You started crying. That was one of the things you didn't want to do. 

The other was to fuck up your entire relationship with him so let's see how that goes.

"Y/N?" he asked hugging you. 

It felt nice to be in his arms. 

The arms you've spent the past five months in. 

Hoping to be in your whole life.

"Just because I can't see, doesn't mean I can't love you like I always have. Maybe I won't be able to see again but with my possible last times of vision, I want to spend it with you." you got down on one knee. 

His eyes became glossy with happiness or sadness. 

"So, I know what I want. Those 45 minutes we weren't talking, I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives."

"Y/N I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so mad."

"No don't be sorry. It wasn't you."

"Roger Meddows Taylor, will you make me the happiest person alive on this planet and marry me?"

"Yes of course! Get over here!" you stood up and he grabbed the ring box. 

He opened it and slid the ringer on your left ring finger.

"It goes on the right," you say and you both laugh. 

There was a quick knock on the door. 

"Hello?" you opened it. 

"Y/N?"

"Hi!" you said waving. 

He grabbed your left hand. 

"Oh, Roger you fucking did it!"

"Actually I proposed to him." his eyes widened and you laughed. 

Roger came up to your side and put his arm around you. 

"Oh, well congrats either way." Freddie said.

"Well we have some celebrating to do." roger said. 

"Have fun with your sex." Freddie said walking over to the gear.

You laughed at his honesty. "Bye Fred. Don't do anything stupid." Roger said. 

"Thanks for coming I appreciate that."

"No problem. Mary is at Beba so I had nothing to do."

"Well, it was really nice of you."

"Had to come here anyway."

"For what?" You chipped in.

"Working on my song. You've heard it right?"

"The Cowboy Song?" You asked remembering him showing you all the songs.

"Yes although, I may have a better name for it. Fuck, I've said too much. Didn't you two have sex to get to?"

He sat at the small table that barely fit in their cramped studio. They really were poor, no doubt about that but they made it work.

All rockstars start somewhere and sometimes that's poverty where you can't even afford new drumsticks. 

"Wondering what he would have had said I do," Roger asked you, his arm slung around your shoulder as you walked to his van.