Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Other Side Of The Wall

"Roger." You said and walked over near him. 

Your arm came up and rested on his shoulder. 

At some point, Marnie took off his shirts and pants because he was in a hospital gown. 

He smiled at you and the waterworks started. 

"I'm sorry. I overreacted and you didn't deserve that and it just scared me..." His facial expression stayed in the same sympathetic/concerned/loving way. 

It was sorta confusing but it felt safe. 

"I'm just uh gonna-" Marnie said as a knock came from the door and she guessed was Leah. 

God you forgot Leah was supposed to show up at some point, took her long enough. What was she doing? You didn't care. 

"Marnie am I allowed to you know-" you gestured to Roger scooting over in the hospital bed and she nodded.

She attached grey plastic rails to the sides. 

Gosh, how long were you spacing out for? 

Roger scooted away from you and you slid into the bed next to him. 

You wish it wasn't a hospital bed. You wish he wasn't hurt. You wish you didn't say all those things. You wish on everything these weren't the circumstances. 

He placed a small weak kiss on your cheek and it made you blush and feel all those butterflies you always felt around him. 

You started talking again saying anything that you thought of. 

It was almost too much. 

There were too many things you wanted to tell him. 

"I love you. I wanna be in our bed right now. I'm sorry. I'm insecure about our love life. I knew I didn't deserve someone like you." You told him all of it. 

"Don't do that." His voice seemed a bit harsher and raspier than normal. "Do what?"

"That. Apologize when it isn't your fault." He explained. 

"But I overreacted and-" You looked over at him and he gave you that stare. 

You exhaled. 

"I'm sorry. I should've told you. I shouldn't have allowed her to do that." 

Your relationship, your open, honesty, nontoxic relationship with Roger made you realized what giant dicks your boyfriends were. 

They, sure they were nice. Nice in bed, nice sometimes in public. 

They forced you places you didn't wanna go. They didn't wait for you in the beginning when you weren't comfortable with doing it so soon. They yelled at you for the dumbest reason. They were dicks and they didn't even have great ones. 

Except for Roger, they could all go fuck themselves. 

You pitied their girlfriends now. They probably moved onto a new girl every 6 minutes. (pun intended ;))

"I love you." You told him. 

For the hundredth time. Thousandth time. Millionth time. 

You loved him too much even if you told him 30 billion times, it still wouldn't add up to the amount you loved him deep down in your heart. 

"I love you too." He said and gave you a smile. 

He always wore a smile. 

Unless he was in bed, or on stage, or something (or someone) just really pissed him off. 

His smile was nice and sweet. It would almost pass for innocent if you didn't know Roger personally. 

You could hear your dad just died and see his smile and it would already make you feel better. That might be toxic to push down all those feelings about your dead dad over a smile but it was alright. 

It was alright because you had him. 

You would always have him. 

It actually made you feel...happy(?) that other girls (and possibly guys) were so much into your fiance. 

YOURS. 

That they were so jealous they would still just straight up go kiss him. You wondered if people in the future would completely crush over Roger. Would they see you and get jealous it wasn't them in those pictures (most definitely) 

Would he get so famous that everyone knew the name of Queen? Would they have hit songs played all over the world? 

You wished that for them.

You snuggled into his arm and closed your eyes. 

Even if there was a guy on the other side of the wall dying. 

Even if you were in the middle of the hospital and lying in a hospital bed. 

Wherever Roger was, it is your happy place.