I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

Meeting the Band

As I stood looking into the bathroom mirror fixing the last few strands of my hair, I heard the door to John and I's flat open. 

"Y/N, are you almost ready? You were supposed to be at the pub ten minutes ago!" John shouted, looking for me. 

"Deaky, I got caught up at work! Let me throw my heels on, then I am ready," I hobbled out of the bathroom with one heel on and trying to put on the other. John looked up from the kitchen counter, and paused for a moment. I shimmied the hem of my black lace cocktail dress straight, and grabbed my clutch from beside him. "What's wrong with you Deaky? Cat got your tongue?"

"No Y/N, you just surprised me, that's all. I am going to have to fight off some lads tonight."

John and I have been best friends since we were seven years old. His parents owned the house across the street from mine. After we graduated from high school, we rented a flat in London so I could go to university to study Biophysics, and so he could study to be an electrician. John had recently auditioned to be a bassist in a band, and they took a real liking to him. This doesn't shock me at all, John is easy to get along with. They had also hired a new singer, as the band's old one had walked out on them after a show. 

"Deaky, how are the band members getting along?" I said, as I walked out into the cool brisk air, pulling my arms together to try to stay warm.

"Oh darling, why didn't you wear a coat? And we all get along just fine! You'll love the new lead singer, he's a character."

"My dress didn't look good with a coat, Deaky. I'll be okay," I smiled. Deaky opened the car door for me, and soon we were on our way to the pub.

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I stood at the bar and ordered myself a beer until John came back to introduce me to the boys. "Y/N, over here! Come say Hello," Deaky waved.

"Hi guys! It's so nice to meet you, I've heard lots about you all from Deaky here," I said as Deaky blushed.

"Oh Darling, your dress! It's simply stunning.. The only person who could wear it better is me! I'm Freddie, by the way," one of the members said, reaching out his hand. "Pleasure is mine, you're the singer aren't you?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"Brian May, pleased to meet you, Y/N." 

"I'm Roger, and my god you're stunning," the Blonde one said as he shook my hand. "Watch it Rog," Deaky snapped. Roger threw his hands up in defense. I just laughed and took a sip of my beer. John leaned in and whispered, "He's a ladies man, be careful Y/N." I pulled John in for a hug and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry John, I'm just here to support the band, especially you! Now go get ready to knock em' dead!" John turned and followed the guys to the stage to set up for their set. Deaky doesn't usually get nervous, but I could tell when I hugged him that he was a bit anxious. 

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"Hello all you beautiful people!" Fred shouted from the mic before the music started blaring and people started dancing. It took a minute for the crowd to accept Freddie, but after the first couple of songs, the cheers got louder and louder. My hips swayed with the music, and my eyes squinted shut for a moment as I felt the beat. I opened them to find Roger staring, as if he were staring into my soul. I tried to ignore it, not only because of what John told me, but because of all the girls screaming, "We love you Roger!" I just kept dancing, and if he wanted a show, I'll oblige. I turned my back to him and took the elastic out of my hair, letting go. I looked back at him, just to see him snicker. 

The band had just finished their last song, and thanked the crowd for coming out tonight. As they were cleaning up the set, I leaned up against the wall on the side of the stage. I crossed my arms impatiently as Deaky flirted with the girls surrounding him. I wasn't jealous, just tired as I had worked all day. I felt an arm snake around my waist, his hand resting on my torso. I turned around to see that dashing blonde drummer leaning his other arm against the wall. 

"May I help you, Roger?"

"I saw you dancing out there for me," he said in a low seductive tone. I was taken back by his comment, a little embarrassed too.

"As if. I was just having fun, and you just happened to be watching. Don't you have a fan club to be tending to?" I pointed to the other corner of the room, where a group of girls were waving at Roger. 

He waved and winked at them, but then turned to me. "Oh love, don't be silly, I know exactly what you were doing. I'm gonna head out for a smoke, join me." He took off his jacket, and placed it on my shoulders, then grabbed my hand leading me outside. Roger was so good looking, and his voice, I could listen to him speak all day, but what Deaky had whispered to me was weighing in the back of my head.

"So Y/N, right? What did you think of the show? And you're John's best friend? I don't know how he hasn't wanted to shag you yet!" He laughed.

I punched his arm, and took the cigarette from his hand, taking a drag. "Is it so hard to believe that there are guys out there that aren't always thinking of sex? And the show, hmm.. It was good." I teased.  Roger looked down at me with his piercing green eyes, placing his hands on my hips, and pulling me closer to him. "Rog--" I mumbled, as I was interrupted by John clearing his throat from where he stood behind me. "Y/N, I started the car, it's time to go," he snapped. I pulled away from Roger, and handed him his jacket. He waved as I turned to leave him, "Hope to see you at the studio sometime."

"Y/N, what were you doing out there with Rog? Do you ever listen?" Deaky lectured, as we left the pub.

**Authors Note**

Hey Guys!! Hope this first chapter prepares you for the wild ride that is to come! I said green eyes and low voice because Ben has green eyes and a low voice, but like I said you could imagine Ben Roger or Actual Roger in this story.. There are just a couple details like the ones I listed that are different.