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

Please

Roger sat in the booth, stuffing his face with his burger and fries. I had just ordered chicken strips to play it safe. "So, Y/N. I'm sorry about what happened earlier," he said with a crack in his voice.
"Whatever do you mean, Rog? We aren't dating or anything. It's okay. Cheryl seems like a nice girl."
"No. Y/N, it's not like that. You're different than Cheryl, you have more dimension. That girl has as much personality as a rock. She goes for what she wants though—"
"Alright, Alright I do not need to know the behind closed doors life of Roger Taylor!" I laughed.
"Well if you want to, you know where I'll be," He replied. I'll admit, that was smooth Roger. He propped his elbows on the table, waiting for me to say something. "Are you in school, Rog?" I managed to spit out.
"Uh, yeah. I'm studying to be a dentist. But I'm thinking of just focusing on the band. Ya see love, we have something good here. Something original. Fred, he's incredible and John, he can play anything and even come up with some pretty cool riffs. Brian is an amazing writer and an even better guitar player, but tell me more about you"
The way he talked about the band so passionately, how can anyone not smile. I sipped my coca-cola and pinned my hair behind my ears, "well, I'm studying biophysics. I want to be a part of solving major human problems!" He looked at me for an explanation of biophysics but I didn't want to bore him any longer. The waitress came over with the check and stood there for a moment. Her finger tapping her chin, "Hey, aren't you the drummer from that band Smile? I'm a huge fan of yours," she winked and leaned over the table grabbing our plates while her cleavage was on full display. I just rolled my eyes impatiently, Roger was oblivious to it all.
"Yeah, that's me. I'm glad you enjoy the music," he handed the money to her as she turned to walk away, "keep the change."
"Is that what it's like being the cute one in the band?" I scoffed. "You think I'm cute?" He smiled.
"Yes, but I don't know if I could ever handle such a ladies man." I sighed. His smile faded a bit as he reached for my hand to help me out of the booth.
"No one thinks I can ever take a relationship seriously, huh?"
I honestly felt bad for what I said. I had only just met Roger, but I know there is more to him. There was a Roger that no one got to see.
"We better get back to the studio, Deaky will have a fit if we are late," Roger smirked.
**
We arrived back at the studio, and all the boys were of course waiting on Freddie.
"Always late! The man couldn't be on time if his life depended on it!" Roger complained.
"Relax princess, he'll be here any minute," Brian retorted.
Deaky stood behind me, watching Roger's every move. I tapped Deaky's shoulder and headed for the door, signaling I needed to talk to him. He followed me out into the hallway, "what is it Y/N? Rehearsal is about to start," his annoyance apparent.
"I can't keep pretending like I don't like Roger. Don't be mad, Deaky. I'll be careful. I'm not saying we are going to date or anything, but I'm going to flirt and you can't be mad at me! Promise?" I had to get that off of my chest, it had been bugging me since every time I'm in Roger's presence, I'm getting death glares from my best friend.
John looked stunned, "Really? That's all you had to tell me? I already knew that, Y/N. I'm just looking out for you, I want nothing but the best for my best friend."
"Of course, but please, John. Don't say anything to Roger about our conversation. I don't exactly need him to know I'm keen on him."
John nodded, walked in the studio, and picked up his bass, setting it up to play. As if we didn't just have our little chat. I laid on the couch, propping myself up on my elbows with my feet stretched out, trying to get comfortable because I was going to be there for a while. Roger had a devilish grin as he looked over in my direction. He sat on the other end of the couch, placing my legs over his lap. The other guys weren't really paying attention, so Roger mumbled to me, "I might as well make the most of our time together." My cheeks grew a light shade of pink, as I straightened the seem of my denim skirt. He placed his hand on my inner thigh, squeezing it. "Please Rog, someone will see!" I shot him a worried look.
Freddie stormed into the studio, "I'm ready to get this rehearsal started! Roger quit being a dog and get behind that drum kit. As for you, Y/N, darling, quit blushing! You're only making it more obvious."
I quickly removed my legs from Roger's lap, my face growing more shades of pink than before.
**
The rehearsal was nearing an end, as all the boys looked utterly exhausted. Earlier, I had walked to the convenience store to grab some bottles of water for them, so I set them out on the table.
"Thanks Y/N," Brian said.
"Thanks Darling, my throat feels like a devils crotch!" Freddie laughed.
"Oh Y/N, aren't you a doll," Deaky hugged me.
Roger was the last to exit the booth. He paused at the table, looking me up and down. His lips parted slightly, "Thanks love, when will I get to see those beautiful Y/E/C eyes again?"
"Oh Rog, I'll be at the show tomorrow," I replied.
The other boys had left the room, and Roger had walked to the other side of the table so that we were inches apart. I bit my lip, and looked up at him, hoping to continue what we had started outside the pub that night.
"I didn't forget that we were so rudely interrupted the other night," he whispered as he placed his hands on my waist.
"I know, Rog— I'm sorry. Deaky is just—"
"Protective. I know, don't have to tell me love. I don't think you realize that everywhere you go, you turn heads. As you were dancing in the crowd that night, I wasn't the only one with sights on you."
My feet stumbled closer to him, as one of his hands moved up to the small of my back. He licked his lips, and leaned in closer to me. I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but I pulled away instead. "I'm sorry Rog, I don't know why I did that." I leaned in toward him again, and he crashed his lips on mine. In that moment, it was like sparks flew.
"S'alright, Y/N. I'm sorry if you didn't—"
"Roger, I wanted to. Don't ruin this. I have to hurry or John will come back in here! I guess I'll see you tomorrow night." I stepped away from him and turned to leave, when he grabbed my waist spinning me around. He planted one last kiss on my forehead, then grabbed his coat and headed for the door, leaving me stunned.
** author's note **
I am not sure why I felt the need to make them kiss so fast, let alone twice in one chapter but I felt like there were a lot of emotions built up between them. I'm excited for the next chapter, I have a ton of ideas as to what is going to happen at the band's next show!