It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Bizarre Love Triangle

*Roger's POV*

I was quite drunk when I arrived home, searching around the house for Megan. It sounded like she was upstairs as there was a lot of noise.

Myself and Freddie looked at each other and shrugged slightly, going into the kitchen to have another drink.

I heard light footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned around and saw Megan, wearing her robe, looking tired.

"Oh... hi." I said.

"Hi. You're home... late." She said to me.

"Yeah, I know. We got a bit carried away. I haven't drank anything in a while so... I thought we'd celebrate." I told her.

"Celebrate what?" She asked.

"Oh... we bought a studio in Los Angeles. So we'll have to move again." I told her. I was putting my foot down this time. We really needed to go to America. I wasn't letting her dictate this anymore.

Her response surprised me.

"Okay." She said.

"You're... Okay with it?" I asked, slightly puzzled. What had changed.

"Yeah. Why not? I'd like to see America." She shrugged.

I was overjoyed.

After a while Freddie started to get tired. I told him to go up to the spare bedroom when Megan dropped a glass, smashing it against the tiles.

"Um... shit, sorry..." she said, sweeping it up.

Freddie bent over to help her.

"Oh, Freddie, don't go into the spare bedroom..." she told him.

"Why not?" I asked.

"There's still a load of our stuff on the bed, it's hard to get into the room with all the clutter..." she said.

"But I thought you spent all day last week cleaning it out?" I asked, sure she had cleaned it all up.

"Well... I made a dent but it's still not fit to sleep in yet. You can sleep on the couch if you want. It should be comfortable enough." She told Freddie.

He stumbled to the couch and fell asleep instantly.

Myself and Megan went upstairs to bed too.

I glanced over towards the door of the spare bedroom, wondering what was going on.

I was about to ask her what she was hiding, when she suddenly pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me.

I was taken by surprise. We hadn't made love in weeks.

Still, I didn't object. I noticed, however when we were finished, that she had a few bruises around the opening of her legs. She caught me looking and pulled the duvet over her.

"Is everything okay?" I asked her, running my hand through her hair.

"Yep." She replied, closing her eyes slowly.

I waited a few minutes and started to get out of the bed slowly, about to go to the spare bedroom, when I heard Luke come out of his bedroom.

I picked him up and brought him downstairs.

I would have to see what was going on later.

*Megan's POV*

I woke up the next morning and Roger wasn't beside me. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the spare bedroom, opening it to see it was empty. Fearing the worst I went downstairs and looked around for him.