Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

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Our wedding night was the best of my life, but it was nothing compared to the day. Reminiscing on the perfect ceremony, I smiled as my head rose and fell with the movement of Rogers chest. I snuggled further into him and, as if on cue, his arm wrapped further around me for extreme closeness.

We were going back home today, as we had decided that we didn't need a honeymoon. Of course we'd love to have a few days away from everything, but we prefer spending time with our friends so why would we separate ourselves from that?

He began to stir and I sat up as he did.

"Morning, sunshine" I beamed.

"Morning, Love. Can you still walk?" He chuckled, rubbing his hair from his face sleepily.

How does he still manage to be crude in the first sentence he mutters on a morning? He's a man of many talents I suppose.

"I haven't tried yet" I reciprocated his laugh and rolled out of bed, pulling on my baggy top and knickers.

"You look so sexy" he complimented, biting his lip to stop himself getting too excited.

"Come on, we need to pack. We have to leave by like, twel- Oh shit it's ten to twelve Rog!" I shouted back at him, and his eyes widened.

"Shit, we did come home at like five I suppose, then we did shag all night" He shrugged, jumping up and pulling some underwear and jeans on.

I hurried around, also pulling some jeans on and packing my back quickly. As though it was planned to the second, as soon as we finished packing we heard a knock from the hotel door.

"Come in!" I called over, and the door opened instantly.

"Morning lovebirds, good night?" Brian asked, walking in and sitting on the four poster bed.

"Of course" Roger grinned.

Suddenly I caught the glimpse of something right above Brian's head, something that made my stomach drop into the floor.

"Yes, I can tell" Brian said, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked up and picked up the object.

It was my bra, hanging off the four poster frame, where roger had thrown it last night. My head fell into my hands quite literally, and Brian just catapulted the 'mysterious' bra towards me, which I threw into my case quickly.

"Here you go, but you need to hurry up" Brian ordered.

"We're ready now, let's go" I nodded, and Roger grabbed my hand in his before we left the hotel.

As soon as we made our exit, hundreds of flashes were going off. Great, why didn't they get pictures of me in the lovely dress? Not when I have no bra, a baggy top and jeans on, that's just cruel. I guess you could say it's animal cruelty to be honest, as my face resembled one of a sloth at the moment.

"When did you get married?"

"Is it all for publicity?"

"Will you answer any questions regarding Freddie Mercury's sexuality?"

This is when I got really angry, and I turned to face the reporter that said this vile question.

"Freddie's sexuality is none of your business, so find someone better to annoy, Yeah?" I said sassily, hopping in the van before growling angrily.

"Don't stress love, you handled that really well" Roger nodded, rubbing my thighs soothingly.

"I've learnt to deal with it when they talk about us, because I know that none of it's true. But why ask me about Freddie's personal life? Gosh it's so annoying" I sighed, shaking my head.

"I know, which is why you did so well. You didn't get too angry, but you stuck up for your mate" He agreed, and kissed my hand.

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Eventually things were back to normal. Roger was back to working and I was still contemplating this modelling career. It would be a very good past time, but it was more the thought of showing off my body. Although I don't usually agree with my father, he was right about some of it.

Grabbing the two tea's, I opened the studio doors with my back and instantly caught a glimpse of Roger.

He grinned at me and told me to take a seat, grabbing his tea and plonking down on the chair next to me. I sipped the scorching beverage, but the taste made up for it.

"You tired?" I asked, watching the blond run his hand over his face in fatigue.

"Exhausted" he replied, lying down with his heads over my lap.

"Come on lazy bones, get this tea down you and carry on. Where's the others?" I asked.

It was his first day back at the studio, but I just assumed that the other three would be back too.

"Haven't you heard? Freddie's gone back to America to live with Paul, he's got a few shows" Roger shrugged, it wasn't news to him obviously. It wasn't a surprise to be honest, as we all knew he'd be back to going solo at some point. I just thought with him coming home for the wedding he might have stayed. Obviously not though.

"Oh, well why don't we go home yeah? We can watch Corrie? And I'll make spag Bol?" I grinned, tempting him with the tv soap and spaghetti.

"After dressing up as a coronation street school girl I can't think of anything worse... but I'll say yes to the spag Bol if you're still offering?" He beamed up at me and I rolled my eyes before nodding.

"Come on then" I shook my head, and he shot up quickly.

"Best. Wife. Ever" he said, breaking apart every word with a sweet peck to the lips.

"I know" I joked back, giving him a longer and more passionate kiss on return.