It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

How Would It Be If You Were Standing In My Shoes?

June 4th 1973

He was gone. I couldn't believe he was gone. The day before the wedding. He left. I couldn't believe him. Why would he do that. After all we had been through, all the planning all these months obviously meant nothing to him. I was in utter disbelief. How could he live himself after leaving me the day before the wedding. I was furious.

I went down to the kitchen after searching the house for him or anything he left behind. He didn't bring any clothes or any toiletries. I rang Freddie. "Hello?" He answered, groggily. "Where's Roger?!" I screamed down the phone. "What? I, what do you, what are you on about?" "Freddie, I woke up he's gone, he's gone, he left me the day before the wedding." I said sobbing into the phone.

A few minutes later Freddie appeared at the door. "Maybe he's gone to the shop or something?" Asked Freddie. I shook my head. He would always wake me up if he was going anywhere. I couldn't believe it. What did I do to deserve this? Freddie invited John, Veronica, Brian and Chrissie over to help search for Roger. His car was gone. He walked everywhere so he obviously was gone somewhere far.

About an hour later Veronica brought something down from our room that she found under the bed. It was a scrapbook of pictures of the Eiffel Tower. I didn't get it. "He never mentioned Paris." I said. "We better go then." Freddie said. "Wait what if he's not even there? We're supposed to be flying out to Truro today and my family will be worried if we don't show up." "Honey, you need Roger for the wedding to go on." Freddie said. I burst into tears at that remark because it was true. I needed Roger and he was gone. "We have 24 hours to get going." Said Brian. Freddie was pushing me out the door. Chrissie and Veronica decided to stay in London in case Roger came home. Me, Freddie, Brian and John all left in John's car. We were heading to the airport to get a flight to Paris. We were in the way to find my runaway husband.

"What do you mean we can't get a flight?!" Freddie said to the woman at the desk. "I'm sorry but all the seats for the flight to Paris are taken." She said. While Freddie argued with the clerk John noticed something. "Is that, Rogers car?" He asked pointing to a car driving down out of the airport. It looked exactly like Rogers. We ran out the door of the airport. I could see Roger in the car looking worried as he was driving away. "ROGER!!!!" John shouted. I starting running down the road following his car. I could hear John and Brian calling my name but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I got Roger back. As I got closer to the car it started to slow down. It came to a stop and I got in. Roger was crying. "Roger what is it?" "I don't know, I can't do it!" "Can't do what?!" "Marry you!" He said. He looked at me. "There's so much stress and pressure and I don't think I can cope." He said quietly. "Why didn't you just tell me that?" "I didn't want to disappoint you." "We can call off the wedding, give it another date." I suggested. "No! Please we're doing it tomorrow that's it." He said. "But you're not happy so there's no point." "I'm just stressed Megan I really want to marry you." "Okay I said, lets just go home."

When we got home everyone was happy Roger was okay. That night we drove to Truro and my mother and father were very excited. They had the house all decorated and had planned the ceremony and reception. I couldn't concentrate on anything though because I was worried Roger didn't want to get married to me.