Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Swirled Down A Slide

You leaned over the sink and completely vomited up your guts. 

"That's it. It's ok." Leah soothed you, looking away but rubbing your back as you leaned over one of the girl's bathroom toilets. 

"Is everything ok?" You heard from the door a familiar yell. 

"Come in here," Leah yelled. 

"But it's the girl's-" Leah cut him off. "It's your fucking fiance come here." Her voice hurt your head as it echoed over and over, your brain still not able to comprehend what she was saying. 

She carried you into the biggest stall available a couple minutes ago.

She went to the stall door and unlocked it as Roger came in and immediately to you, kneeling on the ground as another round of vomit came up and you didn't stop it. 

You looked down at the bowl of barf and gagged. 

"It's ok," Roger said now rubbing your back. 

"What happened?" He asked turning around to Leah. 

"Yeah let's just say she isn't the best with alcohol." That word made you gag again. At this point, you were dry heaving. 

"Come on let's get you home," Roger said starting to stand up. 

You wobbly got to your feet as Leah and Roger each held one of your arms. 

You were up and the world started spinning. 

The lights on the ceiling were swirling around and around until you were on the dirty bathroom floor, flat on your back, watching them give you a special birthday light show.

"Pretty." you whispered. 

"Oh god ok get up," Leah said picking up your legs as Roger reached his hands under your back. Leah dropped your legs as Roger fully carried you. 

One of his warm soft hands on your shoulder the other under your knee. 

Leah opened the doors to the bathroom stall and the bathroom door as you walked out in Roger's arms. Everyone was starring. 

"Yeah partyyyyy" You drew out the words. 

Your eyes were barely staying open. 

A couple of college kids laughed in the back. 

"Leah, can you deal with this?" Roger asked. 

The words swirled down a slide in your mind. Around and around. 

"If you can deal with," she waved her arms over you. "That." she finished. 

Roger laughed and it echoed in your brain. 

"Yeah, good luck," He said walking towards the exit. 

"No good luck to you, you'll need it." Everyone laughed, even the bartenders who many times warned you of the amount of alcohol you were consuming. 

They were right. 

Roger opened the door with his back and the cold air hit you hard. 

Your whole back and legs and arms were exposed. Even the parts that were fairly covered still were cold. 

Roger walked a bit and finally stopped. 

"Ok, I gotta put you down." He told you as he gently put you on the ground, still holding you tightly, and finding his keys. 

You heard the lock click and he opened the passenger door. 

He helped you into the car and you sank into the leather seat. You fell over onto the console as he shut the door. 

As he walked around the van you laughed at him. Uncontrollable laughter for uncontrollable reasons. He got in the van and helped you sit up. 

"What's so funny?" He asked with a sweet and confused smile. "That party."

"Your birthday party? What about it?" He asked. His hand came and rested on your shoulder. 

"It was bullshit. It was all bullshit." You said letting the words just slip off your tongue. "What do you mean?"

"Everything. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. It was complete bullshit." You said the cold air blowing through the rolled-down window next to you. 

"What? Why?" He asked. "Bullshit, bullshit, IT'S ALL BULLSHIT!" You screamed. "What was bullshit?" Leah asked walking up the window. 

"Oh she was talking about the vomit-" You cut off Roger. 

"Your dumb party. It was bullshit. You're bullshit. You" you poked her chest hard with your finger and she backed up a few inches. "You are bullshit." Tears streamed down Leah's face. 

"No Leah she doesn't mean it. She's just drunk." Roger was reassuring her. 

She starred at you with her cold eyes. 

"17 fucking years." She said. "17 fucking years I have been with you. I have sat there and listened to your NONSTOP bitching. Your whining about how awful your life is." She stopped and inhaled, starting to raise her voice. "But you know something? Have you ever had to deal with an abusive dad? Your own father? You're blood? Try to assault you and hit you? Try and force you to cut yourself while your mom gets drunk and has an affair with another lady? She just sits and watches your dad hold a gun to your stomach when he thinks you are too fat so he starves you? No, you haven't. That's bullshit" She exhaled. 

Her eyes filled with tears. 

"Have you ever watched your best friend in the whole world completely take a boy after you knew she liked him? Like a lot? No, you haven't. That's bullshit" Roger realized what she was talking about. 

"And yet through all that I stood by your side for 17 goddamn years. AND SAID NOTHING!" She yelled. 

A couple of people flowed out of the bar to watch the scene. 

You were taken aback. You'd have to be dead to not be hurt by what she was saying. 

"Fuck you." She loudly whispered and walked off in her clacking heels. 

You quickly opened the car door. Roger held your arm. 

"Let me go." You told him and he dropped your arm.

You stepped out. 

"Leah wait," you yelled and she turned around. 

You slowly walked to her as you spoke. 

"Have you ever been with a friend who was so beautiful? Face, body, personality, and rubbed in your face? Told you every night how she had sex and rubs it around?" You reached her. 

"That's not on me, that's on you and your pathetic love life. Oh, but go have fun with your little boyfriend who likes to fuck every girl he sees."

"Well, he saw you." You hissed. 

She smiled in anger and flared her nostrils. 

"Don't be surprised if he's cheating on you." She said and walked away. 

She stopped and slightly turned her head, not enough to face you. 

"Wouldn't want you getting hurt now would you?" She whispered.