It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Rain Must Fall

*March 17th 1977*
**Megan's POV**

Each day I missed Roger more and more. He was like the air I breathed: I needed him. I felt lost without him. The worst part was that I forgot he was gone some mornings and I would look to my left and he wouldn't be there. It was extremely disappointing and upsetting.

Thankfully Roger called me every morning amd evening and told the twins goodnight. He told me what we going on in his life and he asked me about mine. We were separated by thousands of miles but when we spoke on the phone, it felt like we were right next to each other.

Queen were getting television coverage of their shows and performances every evening on the news and the boys were overjoyed. I was so proud of Roger as I watched him do interviews and perform. He was finally fulfilling his dream of becoming a rockstar.

Out of the blue the doorbell rang and frightened me. I walked over to the door to answer it and I was met with the postman holding a large rectangular parcel.

"Uh, parcel for Mrs Megan Taylor?" He said.

"Yeah that's me," I said taking it from him. "Who sent it?"

"Roger Taylor, shipped from Canada." He told me.

"Oh okay thank you very much." I said. He tipped his hat and walked away.

I brought the big brown parcel into the room and started to open it. I knew it would cost Roger a lot of money to send it because it was from Canada and because it was so big. As I opened it I found a record player and Queens newest album, A Day At The Races. I was so happy to receive it because I hadn't heard it yet.

I started to play it in the kitchen and I heard the first song "Tie Your Mother Down". At first I thought Freddie wrote it but then when I checked the album cover I found Brian wrote it and I was kind of shocked because it didn't sound like the kind of thing he would write. I found myself loving that song. It was so upbeat and I thought it was so fun.

The other song that caught my attention was "Somebody To Love". I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I listened to it because I knew what Freddie was feeling when he wrote it. It was a gorgeous song and it had so much soul and pain in it. I could hear Roger singing very high in the background.

Long Away was another song that made me emotional on that album. The lyrics were sad, I thought, but the song wasn't. Brian's voice was very soothing also.

Drowse. That song. It pulled at my heart strings. It was beautiful. Roger sang the lyrics and it was a great song. He was singing about "being the boy next door" and "wanting to be more". It hit close to home and I felt sad and melancholic when I was finished listening to it.

When the whole album was done, I called Roger because I had to thank him. It was about 2:00pm so I guessed he wouldn't be performing so I called him. However I forgot about the time difference and when I called he was in bed. I thanked him and told him how much I loved the album and him of course.

I realised, only at that moment that it was St Patrick's Day and my parents were coming over from Ireland to spend the day with me. I ran around the house frantically picking up anything that was around the place. I made sure I tidied up well before they came.

They eventually arrived. I let them in and my mother went to the twins straight away. She picked Aidan up and my dad picked Elly Mae up. "Oh my god Megan they're beautiful!" Said my mother, rocking Aidan. She spoke to them on the phone before and I sent her pictures in the post.

After my mother met the kids we went to the park and for dinner. My mother was worried about me because Roger was so far. I reassured her that I was fine but she didn't sound very convinced.

My parents decided to stay the night in our house that night. She was shocked that we could afford a house this big. Then she remembered Bohemian Rhapsody. She told me she was proud of Roger and all he achieved. And I knew by how she said it, that she meant it.

That night, Roger called me before he went on stage. We talked about our day, the kids, and I told him what my mother said and he was flattered. I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me too. I told him goodnight and hung up.

When I went to bed I started reminiscing. I remembered the day Roger told me he loved me for the first time.

FLASHBACK

I was lying beside Roger in his bed. I had my head on his chest. I looked up at him and he was looking at me. We both laughed. I sat up and kissed him. Eventually he rolled over so he was lying on top of me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. When he finished, he said: "Theres something I want to tell you." I looked at him with curiosity. "I love you Megan." He blurted. I put my hand over my mouth in shock and laughed and cried together. He started to laugh and hugged me tight. After a while, when I collected myself I told him I loved him too. It was the first time either of us had told anyone we loved them. We were only 19 at this time but we both knew it was time.

I smiled as I lay in bed and remembered. Saying "I love you" was like our ritual and I never realised how much it meant to say it. I was glad he told me that he loved me that day because I fell in love with him even more when he did. I loved him then and I loved him even more now.