Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

"Car Love Song?"

"So how you've been with Roger in the hospital?"

"The best self I could be. Couldn't be happier." You said sarcastically.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question."

"It's fine. I'm supposed to come to visit him in an hour. Wanna come? He would probably love to see you."

"I don't know about love on his end but I would love to come."

"Is everything alright with the band?" You asked confused at his words. 

Did something happen and because you were so mad at Rog, he didn't tell you.

"Ah, it's always tense around this time of year. Finishing up the album and trying to figure eout the song order and shit." 

Man, you guess you never heard Brian cuss. It sorta caught you off guard. 

"I'm not as innocent as everyone thinks. I say fuck just like everyone else." You grinned at him realizing you were slightly shocked. 

"Anyways he hates my songs and he wants his "car love song" as the album's A song but Fred wants his song as the A-side. It's just a mess," he explained.

"Car love song?" you said and laughed. 

"He promises it isn't about his cars." He smiled. 

"Don't tell him I told you about it. He'll probably hate me more." He laughed a little too seriously. 

His longs legs were stretched up on the coffee table as yours's were tucked up to your now-clothed chest.

"Does it get lonely?"

"I mean yeah. Rog is always there and when he is suddenly gone it's just empty I guess. God, it sounds like he fucking died."

"Why won't you see your friends?"

"What? How do you-"

"Roger gave me Leah's number. I called her to see how you were."

"Why didn't you just come to me in the beginning? Why is he worried about me? He's the one with a slice through his face."

"I think you know exactly why."

"It's why I love em'." You said looking down at your bare knees. 

You had jean shorts on which exposed almost all of your legs.

"So?"

"Well because I go to see him then I have work. There is no time really. On the weeks I only have an hour to see him. Then on the weekends, I stay there all day."

"He isn't dying Y/N."

"I know that just I'd rather be with him and talk with him."

"What can you talk to him about that you can talk with him about over the phone?" Brian asked raising an eyebrow again at you. 

You obviously weren't gonna win this. 

"Are you gonna visit your friend in jail?" he asked changing the subject after he probably knew the answer to his question a second ago.

"I'm not really sure. I don't know if I want to see them in there. And it's a big hassle to get into the building. I have to squat and cough." He grimaced.

"I thought that was just for the prisoners?" He said.

"And I thought you knew all." He laughed at your comment. 

"My stepbrother went to prison for a few months and I had to do it."

"And does Roger have anything to do about you not going?" 

God, he was somehow a really good therapist. Not surprising though. 

He was a great friend and he listened and he always thought about things and kept things in mind.  

"No, not really. It would take a few weeks to register me to their list and he's supposed to be out by then." This was all an act. 

You wanted to see Savanna really badly. Roger would be out of the hospital. That's true but someone else was holding you back from seeing your friend. Another known person going to prison soon. Well, that is if he was found guilty which he should be. Powell.