It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

I Can't Breathe If You Stay

January 5th 1973

I went home to Ireland to my parents house. I didn't know how I was going to tell them about Roger. They didn't know anything that happened since I left. Especially not my brain injury. If they had found out I was hurt they would have ordered me home straight away. Probably better off.

My dad, David, greeted me at the door after I got the train from the airport. I hadn't seen him in so long. The second I smelt the smell of home in his clothes, I burst into tears. I was so happy to be back home. When my mother realised I was home, she cried too. We talked sometimes on the phone but very briefly and not that often. I missed Ireland so much. Only, I had a lot of explaining to do.

"Oh, my little baby is home!" My mother exclaimed. "Honey?" She asked. "Yeah?" "Where's young Meddows?" She asked, using the nickname she gave him when she first met him. The second she mentioned Roger I cried. My mother looked confused. I sat with her in the living room explaining everything that had happened since I'd left. School, Rogers sickness, freddie, my sickness, him cheating. She never said anything while I spoke. She just nodded occasionally. When I had finished, she looked me dead in the eye. "Honey," she said. "Don't blame Roger for this. He's a man, that's what they do, and when you can't give them what they want, they crack and do things they regret. I'm telling you, he's sitting, in the house, missing you. I know he is." "Why are you standing up for him?" I asked. "Because, I know he's a good one. He's one in a million and he'll last a lifetime. You can't let him go." I processed my mother's advice, not knowing whether to take it or not.

**Rogers POV**
I knew I'd messed up. Bad. I hadn't heard from her and I didn't blame her either. What was I thinking? Why did I do that? There has to be something wrong with me.

I had practice with the band. I wanted to skip it as I wasn't in the mood for it but I'd already missed a few practices and I had to tell the boys about Megan. Only I knew what they'd say. I knew Freddie and Brian really liked Megan but I had lost her, and it was my own stupid fault.

I went to practice in the studio and tried to put a brave face on so they wouldn't suspect anything. "Hey, Rog, where's Megan?" John asked. "I'd like to meet her." "Uh Megan uh and I we uh kind of broke up...." I said. They all looked shocked. After a long pause Freddie finally said: "Why?" " I cheated on her, with a hooker." I said. Brian walked over to me and hit me hard in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" "You go to Ireland right now and you get her back, I'm serious Roger!" Brian said. Freddie and John ushered me out of the studio. I didn't know if I really wanted to but the boys didn't really give me a choice.

**Megan's POV**
I sat in my room. Everything reminded me of Roger. The shade of blue my room was painted reminded me of his big blue eyes. I couldn't escape from him. He was everywhere. I decided to go into town to help clear my mind only everywhere I went I saw couples. I missed Roger so much. Even when I thought about what he did I missed him. I didn't think I'd ever stop loving him. My mother's words hit me hard. Should I have been so hard on him. Why was I so mean to him? He cheated on me, that's why. After being in town for a few hours I finally headed home, feeling no better. The only thing that could make me happy was Roger.

I opened the door to my house. The sitting room door was closed which was unusual. I opened it and got the shock of my life.

Title came from I Can't Live With You