Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Your Hand Over His

You walked back to the car in embarrassment. 

You opened the door of the car and got in without saying a word. 

The adrenaline of the fight took over the alcohol. 

"Y/N what-" Roger started. "Don't." You said, continuing to look forwards as he turned over the engine and pulled out of his parking spot. 

"Just please, don't." You said through an exhale of breath.

It was the next morning. You never fell asleep. 

You just stared at the window looking out into the very much awake London. 

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

You were a shitty person. 

YOU. 

That's what is bullshit, you. 

The thought of the fight brought even more pain into your heart. 

You rubbed your forehead in frustration at how dumb you were. 

"Well, he saw you." You hissed. 

You could see her furious smile still, almost burned into your brain. You couldn't forget it. 

"Don't be surprised if he's cheating on you." She said, "Wouldn't want you to get hurt now." 

Was he cheating on you? How did a guy like him, who could get literally girl in the world is with you and solely you? But Roger wouldn't do that. Would he?

"Hey, are you ok?" Roger asked rolling over in the bed. 

You stayed facing away. 

His arm snaked over your waist and wrapped around you. 

You scooted your body towards him. 

You rested your hand over his. 

"No, not really." You said.

 You hadn't said anything at all besides an "I love you" before he fell asleep last night. 

You went right to bed, without food, without brushing your teeth, without your present from Roger. 

"Wanna talk about it?" Roger asked kindly as he pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. 

"I just don't know what got a hold of me?"

"Alcohol?" He asked. "No, it was more than that. Like something inside me just told me I had to say that. Like if I didn't, I wouldn't ever be able to. Now I'd rather never be able to."

"What do you hear in your brain?" he asked. 

He was thoughtful. Understanding. Attractive. Actually really smart. How did he end up with you? 

"Wouldn't want you to get hurt now." You said out loud. 

It felt wrong on your tongue instead of in your head. 

"Hurt from what?" He asked. 

He never heard that part of the fight. 

"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," You said out loud. "I told her how shitty it was to rub all her sex and looks and everything in my face."

"Well, he saw you." You closed your eyes and put your hand to your mouth. 

"About me?" He asked. 

You nodded still in the same position. 

"Don't be surprised if he's cheating on you." You repeated the verge of tears ever so strongly. 

He wasn't saying anything. 

"Please say anything," You tell him. 

"Am I just some...-slut to everyone?" He stuttered for a word. "No?" You say confused. "That was a shitty thing Y/N. I'm not an object."

"What? I know your not?" You sat up as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Oh really? Well, then where did Leah get that idea? Where did the WHOLE media get that idea?"

"You think it's my fault?" You ask drawn aback. 

"I'm sorry. No, it's--It's not your fault. It's my fault."

"How is it your fault either? It's just what the media is like. False rumors. That doesn't mean it's true." You reassure him. He didn't say anything. "Rog?"

"It's true. It's not a rumor. It's a fact." he admitted. 

"What?" You were very confused. 

You had no idea what he was talking about. 

"The-the reason why one of my girlfriends...Jill and I broke-" He stuttered over his words. 

"I cheated on her." He spits out. 

You were stunned, but not utterly shocked.