It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

I'm All Alone At The Party

*January 15th 1977*
**Rogers POV**

I had just gotten off the phone with Megan when the boys were pestering me to go to an after party.

"I don't know. I'm not really up to it to be honest." Was my reply. Freddie practically dragged me to the party and I wasn't in the mood for anything. I was completely exhausted after the concert and all I wanted to do was go to bed. I sat at one of the tables in the club the boys brought me to and started to smoke.

"Roger don't be so boring! Come on and dance!" Said Freddie.

"Yeah Roger, these people were nice enough to throw this party for us and we should at least enjoy it." Mumbled Brian.

"Guys I just.... I guess I miss my family. Okay? I just want to go back to the hotel and go to bed." I replied.

It was very unusual for me to turn down a good time. I liked to drink and I rarely did when I was at home. But I couldn't help but feel guilty that Megan was home with the kids and I was out partying.

"I agree with Roger," John piped up. "Lets go back. It's been a long day."

"God you two are so boring!" Sighed Freddie. A waitress came over and put a tray of drinks on our table. Freddie took one and drank it quickly. So did Brian. I guessed I could at least drink one, maybe it might help the night go by smoother. Then a group of girls came over and sat next to us. They were giggling and smiling at us. Freddie was talking to one of them and making them laugh. Two went over to John, and I felt him tense up beside me. One was sitting on Brian's knee and another was sitting beside him. He looked very uncomfortable. The only person who didn't mind this behaviour was Freddie.

One very pretty girl with long blonde hair came over to me and sat beside me. I wasn't going to be mean so when she started talking to me, I replied. I noticed she was wearing little to no clothing and I guessed she was a hooker of some sort. She started to caress my leg and I laughed nervously. I shifted away from her slightly and took a long drag from my cigarette and a mouthful of beer from my glass. It was going to be a long night.

Eventually Freddie left with about four girls on his arm and left Brian, John and I to deal with the other girls.

One of them tired to kiss me, several times, but each time I pushed her away from me. "Listen love," I started. "I have a wife and kids so I'm not going to kiss you." I stood up to leave, taking my drink with me.

As the night continued on, I had a fair amount of alcohol and I was feeling rather drunk. More women were gathering around me, and pissing me off. I pushed one of them off me so hard that she fell to the floor.

I kept on drinking, more and more, until I completely forgot where I was or what was going on. The last thing I remembered was the room going black.

**The Next Morning**

I sat up in bed, and rubbed my head in agony. I had a throbbing headache and I felt like I was going to puke any minute now. I got out of bed slowly. I was still wearing the clothes from the night before. I looked to my right, almost expecting to see Megan there. To my disappointment and utter shock there was another woman in my bed.

I shook her until she turned around. "Who are you?" She asked. "Never mind that, who are you?" I said. "Ciara." She replied. I put my head in my hands. "Did we.... do anything last night?" I asked, hoping she would say no. "Well, I wanted to but you kept pushing me away and saying "I have a wife, I have a wife" so I just left you be. Then I guessed I fell asleep here." She told me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay well I'm going to have to ask you to leave now..... I've got a busy schedule today so..." I said, ushering her out of my room. She finally left and I plopped on the couch, moaning in pain. I went over to the telephone and dialled Megan's number.

Megan: Hello?
Roger: Yeah Hi it's me.
M: Oh hi, how are you?
R: Not great. I have a massive hangover.
M: (Lauging) I guess you got too drunk last night huh?
R: Mmhmm. Listen, I really want to come home.
M: What?! You can't do that.
R: This is so exhausting and I'm wrecked tired from the party last night.
M: You can't cut the tour short. Besides its only a few months until you can come back to London.
R: You're right. I love you.
M: I love you too Roger.
R: Bye bye.
M: Bye.

Just then a drunken Freddie bursted into my room, hugging me. "Freddie. I can't breathe." I said, trying to push him off. He let go and then lay down on my couch and fell asleep.

I sighed and went into my room and lay down on the bed. I was starting to think that maybe this hectic touring and partying life just wasn't for me.