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In Only Seven Days

Summary: In only seven days, you become the most beautiful person for Roger Taylor. In only seven days, you are the person who Roger Taylor loved the most. In only one day, you are the person who hurted him the most.

Warnings: Pure angst with some fluff moments Mention of death (but it's nothing that will change the fanfic), mentions of cheating

Author's Note: A little break from Crystal Kiss. This was asked by @dragon-out-of-water

Monday the start of my holiday

Freedom for just one week

Feels good to get away ooh

After a long time, Roger finally got to have a little day off, since the boys were working all day and all night, with some of them coming home very late to their families. Roger was no exception, since he had Dominique who was always waiting for him in their house. But it wasn't the same anymore. He knows if he stayed with Dominique in those seven days, he would probably go crazy. Roger had only seven days to try to relax before going back to his work again.

Tuesday I saw her down on the beach

I stood and watched a while

And she looked and smiled at me.

“Why don't we go to the beach, love?” Dominique entered the kitchen, talking loudly with a big smile in her face. Coming closer to her husband, she hugged him from behind, his body tensed, and she pretend to not notice — after all, this was happening every time she touched him -. “It would be nice, a day for only the two of us, no kids, no worries, no rock n' roll world. Don't you think?” No, Roger wanted to scream. The only thing he asked was for seven days of peace, seven days only for him. He didn't want to go for a party or anything like that. He knew he needed those seven days, but he wasn't very sure now. Yet, he turned around and give his wife a smile. “Of course.” His lack of emotions on his voice didn't go unnoticed by his wife, but she pretend that this didn't bother her, and instead, run for the second floor, ready to put some beach clothes, finally having time for themselves at the beach.

Moments later, arriving the beach, they noticed it didn't have a lot of people, but what they expected when it was tuesday? People had jobs that didn't give them this opportunity of a whole week off. There was only three or four kids running around, some group of teenagers talking. And you.

God, now everything Roger wanted to do was thanks his wife for taking him off that house and bringing him to the beach. You were under the light of the sun. Roger could swear he was seeing an angel: your skin, your hair, your expressions, your body. Everything was just perfect for him “Rog, love, I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can go sit anywhere you choose, okay?” Dominique asked, and Roger answered a mumbled okay, still looking at you, trying to memorize every piece of your image in his head. You turned and saw this blonde man, who seemed to have collected the ocean in his eyes, staring at you. You could swear you have seen his face somewhere, but couldn't remember. The only thing you did was smile to him. He smiled back, totally amused by how your cheeks were suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose. He was fighting back the smile that was trying to creep out, but he only failed. He could see you giggling, a giggle he could feel in his heart. How much he wanted to come closer to you. You, you, you, this beautiful angel, only you.

Wednesday I didn't see her

I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

“I know what we will do with this 'little vacation'.” Roger said at his wife. They were in bed, recovering after a wild make out session, but it wasn't Dominique face who was there. No, he tried to put every detail of your face in Dominique, pretending that it was you who soft lips were being pressed against his own. He even went as far as saying “my beautiful angel” a few times. This only make Roger's wife become red, but he didn't feel the same butterflies as when he saw you with the pink tone in your cheeks. “What?” Dominique asked, curiosity in her eyes. “We will go every day to the beach!”

He expected you to be there. He knew it was impossible, but he wanted to risk it. His hope was the only star in this dark universe, but he wanted this star to keep shining. The birds singing seemed to follow him at his little walk to the beach. Roger could only think this was a good sign of his friend Destiny, who could finally give him some joy in his life. He was even whistling to the song the birds created, only for him. But it soon turned into a brokenhearted song when he looked, and looked, and looked for you in that beach, only to find kids, teenagers and adults humming to their own birdsong, too absorbed to even notice that his blue eyes weren't sparkling anymore.

And then on Thursday

My luck had changed

She stood there all alone

I went and asked her name

I never thought that this could happen to me In only seven days

It would take a hundred or more

For memories to fade

Roger didn't give up. He knew that nothing happened in a rush. That's why when he found you again, he didn't wanted to waste time, it could be his last chance. You were alone, he was alone too. This must be a sign of destiny.

“Hello” Roger approached you. As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to put them back; only a hello? Weren't you the one who could get any woman kissing your feet? He cursed himself.

“Hello, stranger” You replied with a smile. There it was. Call it love at first sight, call it Roger an old-fashioned lover boy. He didn't care. There it was this beautiful smile. You weren't even aware of the effect you had in him only smiling, he could swear he saw his little star of hope shining brighter than ever, he could even swear his dark universe lighten up a little.

“Can I sit here with you?”

“Sure.” He didn't come that far only to his conversation to end in this. He had to get more. “What's your name?”

“(Y/N), and yours is?”

“Roger. Roger Taylor.” Now you know where you recognized his face. Roger Taylor, The Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. But wasn't him supposed to be working?

“What bring such a beautiful girl like you to the beach? Relaxing?” Now Roger was recognizing himself: being relaxed around girls, not even a trait of nervousism in his face — even if he feels like burning inside -.

“I don't think a pretty boy like you would be interested” God, did he got too far? Should he be worried about- “But let's give it a try. I have a few days off. One of the bosses of the company died, and they decided to give it this week for everyone to keep their mind out of work and problems. I guess it's work” Now he knew that you weren't actually being rude. You were just teasing him. Roger let go a breath he himself didn't know he was holding.

“I'm sorry to hear that. But hey, at least I got to meet you”

“That's such a horrible thought” You punched him slightly, throwing your head back while a laugh mixed with the sounds of sea. It was now or never.

“Can I say something totally crazy?” Roger finally gathered the courage to look at your eyes. Those eyes filled with emotion. “I think I'm in love with you.”

Now you knew why they were filled with emotion, they were filled with love. And so where yours. Both worlds stopped for a moment, only to reconnect you and Roger in a unique world; one world where only the two existed. The sound of sea was the only thing allowed to see this world, just like the hot touch of the sun, like fingers stretching across their skin.

“This is crazy” Roger expected a slap, a scream. “But I love craziness” He didn't expect that.

I wish Friday would last for ever

I held her close to me

I couldn't bear to leave her there

You were in Roger's arms, feeling the warm of his skin against your own. His fingers were placed in your waist. Your eyes were candles in that night, Roger didn't even care if he was late to come home, he wanted nothing but feel you a little more. Goosebumps lined your skin, not the kind than one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. “A beautiful angel" Roger whispered in your hair, making you smile.

“Your beautiful angel”

He got up, putting only his pants before searching for something at his bag. He never left house without it, where it was now? Finally, he found. His Polaroid camera was right there, in his hands, ready to transform a memory into a photo

“My beautiful angel” He repeated, sitting in the bed moments before you both were embracing into each other's body, trying to turn into only one, wanting nothing more than being complete. He clicked. Waiting a moment, it finally comes out, the photo that, in the future, could make him feel joy and sadness at the same time. Your hair was a mess, your body was full of his marks, but yet, you were beautiful. His beautiful angel.

Saturday just twenty-four hours

Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday

Roger waked up to an empty bed. He would probably think that every memory of your body, of the patterns he drew on your skin, the kiss you shared, was only his mind playing tricks. But then he saw it.

The photo.

You continued full of his marks, full of the traits of the love he'd given you. Full of beauty. But where were you? He started calling your name, not even caring if he was just in his pants, or if the other people of the hotel could hear him. Where were you? He walked to the little living room — after all, he supposed you would still be here, then you both would enjoy a nice TV show, and share breakfast, and love each other —, but there's no sign you were there. Not even clothes. Did he say something wrong sleeping? Did he say something wrong at all? Looking at the table, he could feel his whole body becoming red of anger.

“News of Today: rock star Roger Taylor has a day off with his wife, Dominique Beyrand. Such a lovely couple”

You probably tought you were only his little affair. This wasn't fair at all. He finally feel complete when he was with you, and the a stupid magazine comes and ruin it all. He found love so easily. Easy come, easy go.

After so much crying, after so much screams, after a broken heart, he finally gathered the courage to come back home, only to find the woman who he had promised be the only one in his life sleeping in the couch, probably worried and waiting for him to come back home. He couldn't feel worse. But the Polaroid was still in his hands. “My beautiful angel now is gone” He whispered to himself.

Ooh so sad alone

TAGLIST: @someone-get-a-medic @dragon-out-of-water @queenscoolcat

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