It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

We Are The Brightest Star

At six the next morning, we boarded the plane, sleepy and grumpy. Roger the worst of us all. And having the other guys around wasn't helping.

For starters, Freddie burst into our room at half four that morning to wake us up. I laughed at Freddie, and then eventually got up, but Roger put his pillow over his head and cursed.

Then, he was walking down the stairs and the contents of his suitcase spilled out, and we spent most of the morning putting them back in.

After that, on the way to the airport, Luke began to cry. Freddie was telling him all about the plane and flying, and he scared the living daylights out of Luke, and we had to listen to his whimpers for about a half hour.

And then when we arrived at the airport, Brian had already started picking fights with Roger, to the point where he got really angry and flung his bag at Brian. At first, Brian giggled at Rogers anger, but at this point, he knew he had to stop.

For most of the plane trip, I stayed awake, keeping the kids occupied, and talking to Brian, while Roger was fast asleep in the seat beside me.

About halfway through the journey, he woke up.

"Why are you so tired?" I asked.

"Cause, I barely got any sleep last night." He told me, stretching and yawning.

"Why not?"

"Too busy worrying about this concert." He said.

"There's nothing to be worried about..." I told him, rubbing his shoulder, as he closed his eyes again.

For the rest of the journey, I left him alone to sleep.

We landed in Montreal, and we had to get a bus from the airport to the Montreal Forum.

And already, Brian was annoying Roger. I loved Brian, but he was really driving me insane, so I got angry and told him to "shut the fuck up for two seconds, please." He wasn't very happy with that and refused to talk to me for a good two hours.

We went into the Forum, and the roadies started setting up equipment and all the lights, and I lost Roger almost immediately.

After searching for him for a while, I found him once again, fast asleep against one of the amps. I walked over to him and gently shook his shoulder.

He jumped, startled, and sat down beside him, while he rubbed his eyes.

"Roger. Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked.

"I am.... I just didn't last night."

"Why not?"

He sighed. "Cause......" and I heard a faint mumble.

"Cause what?"

"Cause I was in pain!" And then he put his head in his hands.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, rubbing his shoulder.

"Cause you looked so peaceful.... I didn't want to wake you.."

"Roger, next time, you tell me, alright? Where was the pain?"

He gently lifted his head, slowly, and looked at me with tear filled eyes.

I gulped a lump in my throat.

"Stomach...." he muttered.

"Still there now?" I whispered.

"Mmhmm.."

I pulled him up by his arms and brought him into the dressing room with all the boys. They all stopped doing whatever they were doing, and stared at a gaunt and pale Roger.