It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Someone Still Loves You

"Well, you'd better come in." Brian said to me, taking our bags and bringing us into his house.

"This is a lovely house, Brian." I said.

"Thanks. It's where I go to escape Chrissie." He laughed.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Hmm. So and so. We're not fighting, but we're not talking either."

"I'm sorry." I told him.

"But, enough about me, what are you doing here? What happened?"

"Please, tell me if I'm overreacting. Roger was planning a move to Germany and I found out about it. I got upset."

"Well... No one likes to be surprised with something like that. I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you with it." Brian told me.

"I just..." I said, putting my hand to my head. "I don't know what's wrong with me... I don't know whether it's because of my.... accident or what."

Brian placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Megan. It'll be okay. I promise you. I'll talk to him."

"Thanks, Brian." I mumbled, putting my arms out for a hug and let Brian wrap his arms around, enveloping me in his warmth.

He left the country house to go back home and I put the kids to bed. I slept in one of the spare rooms. It may have been a single bed, but it felt awfully empty. No Roger.

I felt terrible as I tried to sleep, especially without him. I thought about how he was probably trying to sleep too. I had been so cruel.

After my overdose, it seemed like I was always overreacting. Of course, at the time it seemed rational, but once I took a step back I realised what I was doing was ridiculous.

The next morning Brian came to the house and I let him in.

"Good morning. I was just talking to Roger." He told me.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He misses you, that's for sure. He was going to file a missing persons report until he heard you were okay."

"Does he know I'm here?" I asked.

"I don't think so. I just said I knew you were okay. It does sound kind of vague, doesn't it?"

I nodded and quickly put my coat on and got into my car. I left the children behind, as they were still in bed and also because I needed to talk to Roger, no distractions, just us.

I arrived back home and knocked at the door, waiting for an answer. It was still kind of early, so I wasn't surprised Roger wasn't up. Thankfully I brought my key so I unlocked the door.

"Roger?" I called out, walking into the house and closing the door behind me.

"Roger?"

No answer.

I walked up the stairs and went into our bedroom. I found him curled up under the sheets, completely unconscious. He wasn't wearing a top and he looked like he was freezing. He had a few bottles of beer and vodka on his nightstand and an overflowing ashtray.

"Roger...?" I said, gently shaking him and he groaned and turned on his side.

"Roger." I said, lightly slapping his face and he frowned, and opened his eyes.

"Megan..?" He asked, looking dumbfounded.

"Yeah. It's me." I said.

He sat up quickly.