It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Paying Every Due

1971, June
It had been 2 years since Roger was ill. Afterwards his health was normal. One thing I wasn't happy about was he had decided to keep in contact with Brian as he argued it wasn't necessarily his fault. It was Tim's.

Roger started to run a stall at the Kensington market, selling any random things he found. He found it hard to maintain his stall alone and asked me several times to help him but I was busy with college.

One day a young, posh looking man with long black hair and dark brown eyes approached the stall. He dressed very well even though he was probably about 25. "Good morning." He said to Roger. "Hello there," Roger said. "Can I interest you in anything?" "Yes, please, where are the apartments located on 42 Kensington please?" He asked. He was so polite, not like the other people. Roger thought for a minute. "That's beside my house, I'll show you there now."

Roger was 15 minutes late coming home. I was very worried about him. I didn't want a reoccurance of what happened 2 years ago. Roger came into the house with a man I'd never seen before. "Hey, Megan, this is Farrokh, right?" Roger said. The man nodded. "But you can call me Freddie." He said winking at me. He fucking winked at me. Roger just smiled. "Freddie here lives next door, isn't that interesting?" Said Roger. "Oh yes, very," I said. "Freddie, where do you work?" I asked. He looked older than me so I presumed he probably had some sort of job. "I study art at Ealing College, darling." He said. Did this man just call me darling? I really didn't like him. At all. Roger, however, worshipped him and this was the shit I had to deal with for the next few years.

After Freddie left, I talked to Roger about him. "So you like him?" I asked carefully. "Yeah he's nice. Very persistent though. Ever since I told him about Smile he hasn't stopped talking about him joining, even though we aren't a band at all...." Roger said, with melancholy in his voice.

Brian came over that night. We hadn't invited him, he'd just shown up. Even though I wasn't very fond of Brian, he made Roger happy and that was all that mattered to me. I smiled as Roger laughed out loud. He was so adorable. I left the kitchen while they talked. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Freddie. "Hello, darling, is Roger home?" He asked. "Listen, I'm not very comfortable with you calling me darling." I said quietly. That wasn't like me. I would usually eat the head off anyone whom I disliked, but Freddie was different. He kind of gave off the impression that he'd had a hard life. I felt sorry for him nonetheless. I felt even worse when his face fell as I spoke. "Oh okay, sorry, Megan." He said. Great first impression, I thought.

Title came from No One But You
I really like that song, obviously.