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oh-ranpo · 5 years

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Distance

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

AN: This one was a request! I hate to admit how much I love writing angst, and hopefully this lives up to the expectation. Let me know what you think!

Warning: Angst, injury, mentions of being sick

Request: I love love loovveee you’re writing I am currently obsessed with your current Roger Taylor fic oh my gosh. I was wondering if I could request a little angsty one-shot with him?? Maybe the band is on tour and the reader broke up with him but he hears that they got hurt and he flew back to see them or something idek I just love angst oof.

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Realistically, it had been a long time coming. The months apart, the constant rumors, and the hurried phone calls had become too much for you to bear. You loved him, of course you loved him. But after the recent string of events, you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

He had been on tour for about two weeks now, and in that time, he had only managed to call you a handful of times. Every time you picked up the phone, you could hear a raging party in the background, and you could always tell that he had been drinking. He was having the time of his life, he would tell you, and you would try to find it in yourself to be happy for him. He was out living his dream. However, it wasn’t fair to you to be stuck waiting for him to come back to you.

John, who called you almost every day, tried to convince you that Roger was being faithful. He swore up and down that he never once allowed a girl to go farther than hug him, but the news seemed to become more and more convincing. There wasn’t a single picture that he was in where he wasn’t surrounded by beautiful women. You weren’t the most secure person in the first place, and the jealousy just made everything worse.

You knew that he should be calling any minute. It was early for you, but you knew with the time difference that it would be late for him. You had asked John earlier in the day to make sure that he called. You had something important you needed to talk to him about. You tapped your foot nervously against the wood floor, and almost jumped out of your skin when the phone finally rang. You felt like your stomach was in your throat as you picked up the receiver to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hello, love!” His voice was loud, but you could still barely make it out over all the background noise. He was at another after party. You sighed as you twirled the phone cord around your finger absentmindedly.

“How are you?” You asked quietly. You wanted to skip the small talk, but it didn’t seem fair to start the conversation with all your emotions.

“I’m fantastic! The show was amazing, and this party is ridiculous. But John said that you needed to talk to me about something.”

You could hear a girl scream in the background and Roger laughed. Your mood plummeted further. He sounded so happy, and you knew that what you were going to tell him was most likely going to ruin his night.

“I did. Roger, listen. I don’t think that I can do this anymore.”

You could feel the tears building in the silence that followed. There was still the loud party in the background, but Roger didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure that he had even heard you until you heard some shuffling and suddenly the noise got a little bit quieter.

“What… what do you mean?” His voice was much quieter, and you had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could speak again.

“I don’t think I can be in this relationship anymore.”

More silence. A tear slipped down your cheek and you tried to hold back the sob that was building in your throat. You didn’t want to do this, but you had to think about yourself for once. You weren’t happy anymore, and you couldn’t deal with the constant uncertainty as to whether Roger was going to come back to you.

“Please, don’t do this. I love you, YN. I haven’t done anything with anyone else, I swear-“

“It’s not just about that, Roger.” You interrupted, unable to listen to his pleas. “I didn’t want to do this over the phone, but I thought it was best that I do it sooner rather than later. I’m so sorry.”

You were choking on air now, trying to breathe through the sobs that were now wracking your body. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound. You could hear a sniffle from the other end, and the sound caused a new wave of tears to form.

“YN…”

“Goodbye Roger.”

You quickly hung up, not wanting to hear what else he had to say. You continued to cry for what felt like hours afterward. It wasn’t fair. You wanted to be with him, but the way that you were now was not what you needed. You needed stability. You needed comfort. And when he was far away on tour, he could give you neither of those things.

It wasn’t long before it was time for you to start getting ready for work. You welcomed the distraction, and hoped that you were busy so that you wouldn’t have time to think about your broken heart. You slipped on your work clothes, and avoided the side of the closet where Roger had been keeping some of his things. You continued your regular morning routine and when it came time to leave, you grabbed your keys off the kitchen counter.

Your office was only a few blocks away, but with the rain you decided you would drive rather than walk. You climbed into your car, and almost as soon as you were buckled inside, the rain started coming down even harder. You couldn’t help but think that it was like the sky knew exactly how you were feeling. Slowly, you pulled away from the curb and started on your short journey. It was difficult to see, but knowing London, you were fairly used to it.

You had no sooner started across the intersection down the street from your house when you saw the headlights. You didn’t have time to react before there was the deafening sound of metal hitting metal, and everything went black.

x.x.x.x.x

It was early morning when the hotel phone started to ring. Roger was sharing a room with John, and groaned at the noise as it roused him from his slumber. His head was pounding and his body ached. He couldn’t remember what had happened earlier in the night or how he had gotten here, but he could remember the conversation. His head seemed to pound even harder at the memory.

The phone started ringing again, and Roger reached over and hit John against his back.

“Would ya’ answer it ‘lready?” he whined, his voice still slurring slightly. John mumbled something that Roger couldn’t make out, but leaned over to the table next to his side of the bed and picked up the phone. Almost immediately John shot up and out of the bed, startling Roger completely awake.

“Is she okay?”

Roger’s eyes snapped to his friend and his heart started racing. She who?

“Okay… okay… yes… thank you.” And then John hung up the phone. For a few moments, he just stared at the phone, wide eyed, as if it had just bitten him.

“Who was that?” Roger asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep and dehydration. John’s eyes slowly panned over to him.

“YN was in an accident. She’s in the hospital.”

It was Roger’s turn to jump out of bed, the room instantly tilting and his stomach lurching. He propelled his arms forward to steady himself against the bed as his hungover brain tried to process what was happening.

“Is she okay?” Roger mimicked the question that John had asked the person on the phone just moments before.

“They don’t know. It was pretty bad. They’re taking her into surgery now.”

The nausea he had been feeling before intensified and he quickly ran to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if it was caused by the mass amount of alcohol or the news, or a culmination of both. He sunk to the bathroom floor, his head in his hands, as tears built behind his eyes. She was hurt and he was over 3,000 miles away. She needed him and he wasn’t there. Roger had never felt worse.

After several moments of sitting on the bathroom floor, wallowing in his own sadness, Roger finally pulled himself up and made his way back into the other room. John was pacing the floor, hand over his mouth, mumbling quietly to himself. Knowing that he couldn’t sit in the hotel room any longer, Roger walked over to his suitcase and started throwing all his things inside of it.

“Where are you going?” Deacy asked as he stopped pacing and turned to his friend.

“The airport. She needs me.”

His brain was still lagging slightly, but the more he thought about it, the clearer his thoughts became. He had to go back to London. No concert was more important than she was. Deacy didn’t protest or try and stop him, because he knew there would be no point. He would let Brian and Freddie know, and they would deal with their show that night in the best way possible. He would have even gone with him, but he knew that this was a trip that he needed to make on his own.

“Good luck, mate. Let her know that we’re thinking of her when you see her.”

Roger gave him a curt nod, and walked over to call for a cab. Surprisingly, even at 4 in the morning, it didn’t take long for his ride to arrive and then he was gone. He could only hope that he could get a flight back quickly.

x.x.x.x.x

It was quiet except for the sound of a faint beeping. You groaned as you tried to roll over away from the light that was shining in your eyes, but you felt a tug on the inside of your arm that prevented you from moving. Slowly, you opened your eyes and at first your eyes couldn’t focus. You could make out faint shapes, but it didn’t take you long to realize that you weren’t at home. The scene started to become a little clearer the more you blinked, and finally you could make out that you were in a hospital room. What happened?

Your eyes flickered down to where the tugging had come from and you could see an I.V. sticking out of your arm. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you tried to remember what happened. A sharp pain filled your right side and when you looked over, you couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from your lips. The skin of your arm was a mixture of dark purple and reds and it was carefully propped up on a pillow. You tried to move it, but let out a whimper at the pain that shot through it.

“Try not to move too much, sweetheart.”

Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice, and slowly your eyes fell on him. He was sitting in a chair on the right side of the bed up near your head. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked beyond exhausted. His blond hair was a mess, looking as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly, pushing it all in different directions.

“Roger? What are you doing here?” You winced again at the pain that spread through your chest when you spoke. His eyes filled with worry as he watched you struggle.

“As soon as I heard you were in an accident, I got on the first plane that I could.”

An accident? The memory slowly started to come back to you. The rain. The stop sign. The headlights.

“What about the band?”

Roger shook his head, and you watched as his hand hesitated over yours. He wanted to touch you, to hold your hand and provide some form of comfort, but he didn’t want to hurt you.

“The band will be fine without me for a couple of days. This was more important.”

Your heart swelled. He was here, now, with you and even though you were in excruciating pain, you couldn’t help but smile. Roger gave you a small smile in return, and leaned over the railings of the bed next to your head. He gently brushed the hair away from your forehead and pressed a small kiss against it.

“You gave us all quite a scare, love. Freddie, Brian and John send their love.”

He didn’t move to sit down, but instead continued to push little hairs away from your face and traced the skin along your jawline. You sighed into the touch and closed your eyes.

“I’m really sorry, Roger.” You whispered. You could feel the pain medication kicking in again and you started to drift out of consciousness.

“Shh… don’t worry about that right now. Just get some rest.”

You nodded, and within seconds you were asleep again with thoughts of the blond drummer running through your mind.

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