It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

If You're Ever In Trouble, You Know Where I Will Be

*25th Of July 1978*
**Megan's POV**

I woke up in the hotel room with Roger's arm around my waist. I smiled as I recalled the previous nights events. Roger had told me he loved me once again. We hadn't said it in a while and it was something I longed to hear. I needed to be certain he loved me, and the past few weeks, I wasn't sure if he did. This holiday had already started doing some good.

Roger started to stir in bed and I got out of it. I put my clothes on and saw Roger had turned around and fallen back asleep. I sighed. "Roger," I said, "Come on, we have to get our breakfast. They stop serving at 11:30!" Roger turned on his back and groaned. "Okay." he sighed.

We headed down to the restaurant after we were ready. As we ate our breakfast, I told Roger about our plans for the day. "So, like I said, we're going to the lake today to hire out bicycles and go for a cycle around." I told him. "Megan," he said. "I told you, I don't like cycling!" "Come on, it'll be fun!" I said and Roger rolled his eyes. "Fine, anything to please you my dear." he said. "Thank you." I said and smiled at him. Like the night before, our eyes locked and we were trapped in this beautiful moment of two people sharing a deep love for each other.

I eventually cleared my throat and looked down at my breakfast, trying to annoy Roger. "Megan...." he said to me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can you promise me you won't laugh when we go cycling...?" He said, timidly.

I looked up at him. He was looking sheepishly at the table. I reached across and pulled his chin up. "Hey, of course not. I would never laugh at you Roger. Never." I told him and he smiled back. Roger was a tough and fiesty person, but deep down, he was a softy, and he had a sensitive spot, one which was brought out when he was insecure.

We finished our breakfast and headed back upstairs to get ready for our excursion. We both put on simple clothing, as we would be on bicycles. I tied my hair up, which was something I rarely did, and I knew Roger liked when I did tie it up. "Wow, Megan, I like your hair. Very pretty." He said to me, pointing to my hair. I laughed. "Roger you sound like a five year old complimenting his 'girlfriend'." Roger laughed and nodded.

We got into the car to start to drive to the lake. "Um, where is this?" Roger asked me. "Its actually in Offaly." I told him. He thought for a second. "Woah, wait, isn't that in like the central part of Ireland?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at me. "Yeah... it is..." I said.

"And are we not in the southern part?" He asked. "Well, yes we are." I told him. "How long will it take?"

"I don't know... maybe three and a half hours..." I mumbled, barely audible. "What?" He asked. "Three and a half hours." I said, louder.

"Three and a half hours?! Are you kidding me??" He said, slouching back in the seat of the car. "I know, but its the only place around, and it's the only place I know well. We could get lost somewhere else." I told him. Roger sighed and started the car.

Three and a half hours later, we arrived in Lough Boora, a large lake and Neolithic site. Most of it was marshy land and very boggy, but trails had been created for families to cycle down and see all the sites and various sculptures. Roger and I hired our bicycles and we headed off. Roger made sure I was in front of him, not behind. He seemed extremely insecure about cycling.

We started to cycle side by side and we were able to talk to each other. I pointed out all the sites to him and we stopped and looked at some sculptures. Breathing in the healthy fresh air was good for the mind and the shining sun was so good for our bodies and well being. Just being in this place was good, no matter what the circumstances were. As we cycled around I could envision Roger and I bringing the kids when they were older, to cycle bikes and show them the historical sites and sculptures. I couldn't wait to bring them.

"So Roger," I said as we cycled. "Why are you so scared to cycle?"

"Well, I haven't actually been on a bike in years. My little sister broke her arm on a bike before so... I've always been wary of them. But I think I've got the hang of it now.... Woah! What is that?" He asked, pulling the brakes on his bike and stopping outside a load of bushes. "What's what?" I asked. He pointed. "Look."

I turned my head and saw a large pyramid made of stones. It was huge. And made of just stones. There were no people around. Roger looked at me and hopped off his bike, running to the pyramid. I laughed and ran after him. He stood in front of it, in awe. "This is so cool!" He said. "Climb it." I suggested. Roger looked at me and smiled. "Only if you will too."

Roger and I started to climb the rock pyramid, making our way up to the top slowly but surely. I was a little concerned as the rocks didn't seem very sturdy near the top. I looked up from the stones and saw Roger getting close to the summit of the pyramid. He seemed to be fine so I started to climb further up.

Just as I was putting my hand up to the next rock, I felt the rock I was standing on shift a bit and my hand missed the rock......