Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Use Your Bedroom As Well

"Would you care for some crepes? Croissants? A cup of tea before you leave? Jim makes the most wonderous of foods!" Freddie exclaimed as Jim seemed to just have woke up as he rubbed the dark circles under his eyes roughly.

"I'm good Freddie but he does cook amazingly." You said with a sweet smile to Jim.

He gave you a gentle smile. He seemed so nice and kind like the type of person you could go run to when you're sad and he would hug you tight and tell you it's alright.

His hair was messy and not jelled like it was so neatly done before. He had a white apron on top of his clothes. He had a button-up white shirt and ironed pants. He had an untied tie around his neck and loafers with grey socks peeking out from the top of them.

"Pftt forget her give me some of that food!" Roger said walking over to Freddie and Jim.

You gave Roger that smile and he took the hint pretty quickly.

"Freddie thank you and Jim thanks but I will actually happily pass. I have some business I must take care of right away,"

"Oh, you just had an epic shag! Wait a bit come on I love company!" Freddie said throwing his arms out in exaggeration.

It was too hard to turn Freddie away. He was so kind and thoughtful he was like your Italian uncle Jeff who would just shovel food onto your plate. It was great and nice but my god sometimes it was a lot of food

Freddie was sometimes a lot but it's what made Freddie, Freddie Mercury. He was extra in his performances, his songs, his fashion, his decor, his money, his personality, even his cats. But it was something that was bright and made you happy. It was infectious and that's one of the best qualities to have you thought.

To be so infectiously happy and bright so everyone you encounter becomes just so incredibly happy because of one person was so magical.

Yet even through his generous smile looking at you, it seemed fake. It sure spread like wildfire, but something seemed wrong about him. Not wrong but off. Like Roger said near the tour a year ago.

An uncertainty sparked in his eyes as he stood there. An uneasiness about his posture. It was like trying to talk to a deaf person.

He never said anything but it persisted and something was behind the mask. Roger was right, something was hiding in him. Something dark if he's been hiding it. Maybe he murdered someone or something happened to his parents. Whatever it was it seemed he was scared of it. You hoped he would open up sooner rather than later.

"Oh Freddie, tell Mary I say hi ok?" You said as Mary popped into your head almost instantly as you spiraled down thinking of what was happening with Freddie.

He didn't mention anything "wrong" last night. Well, he more just listened to your quick muteness but he spoke about himself as well. How could he not? His stories, his experiences, they were fun to even listen to.

No, he didn't really speak about his personal life more tour, money, and cats and fun little stories.

"Of course dear. And you're welcome here anytime. But leave your husband at home. You're more fun without him."

"Uhm thanks Freddie for letting us use your bedroom as well." You add and Roger gave Freddie an evil glare as Freddie couldn't help but smile.

"No problem! I expect you to do the same sometimes if Mary and I get into a makeout found in your front yard."

"Uhm not happening," Roger said.

"Thank you for everything Freddie. I appreciate it!" You said.

He gave you a sweet smile as he turned away from giving a bitter stare at Roger.

"Well have fun you two! I expect to see you Roger at practice soon as he needs to record your song." He said with an evil eyebrow raise. His song? What song? Roger whenever he writes a song will tell you about it, even if it's a car love song or if the song fails.

"Freddie!" Roger said defensively. What the fuck was Roger hiding from you.

"Ok good day now!" Freddie said, skipping back down the pathway stones that led up to his front door. You closed the wooden gate and took Roger's hand.

"What song?" you immediately asked. You heard a Freddie laugh from the other side of the fence.

"Nothing, he's just messing with us," Roger said and you stopped.

"We don't lie to each other." you simply said. He took a deep inhale. "FUCK YOU FRED!" he yelled loudly and you heard a door slam shut.

"Fine. I wrote a song for you and well, it was gonna be a surprise but he just fucking ruined it." It seemed 100% genuine and almost made you tear up.

"You wrote a song for me?" You whimpered.

"Yeah." He said rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrassing way. Roger opened the car door as you were there and you jumped in the car door.

"Wait is your van-?" You said, stopping the driver's door from closing. You both had each other's cars so you weren't able to ride together.

"It has my drum kit in the back of it."

"We can store it in Freddie's house." You said with a lustful smirk.

"I will see you at home, love." He said and you sighed. He left one last kiss on your lips and closed the door. You watched as he walked to his van parked just in front of you, biting your lip at the man you loved so much. How was he so surprised you were here when your car was right there? You started the car and after a second pulled out onto the street.