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

Important

2 weeks have passed since the boys finished their first album, and today is the day they are meeting with the record label to see if they are going to get signed.

Roger and the boys had been gone from the flat for about 3 hours now, and I was chomping at the bit to find out any piece of information that I could. I couldn't concentrate on the homework laying on the counter in front of me, I just kept tapping my fingernails on the counter, waiting for them to storm through the flat's door with exciting news.

I placed my palms to my forehead, as I were exhausted. I stayed up the night before trying to keep Roger calm, as he was too nervous to sleep. I decided to rest my eyes for a couple seconds, that was until the phone on the wall behind me started ringing. I jumped up and feverishly answered, thinking it was one of the boys.

"Hello! How'd it go?" I said enthusiastically.

"Y/N? How did what go?" The voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Mum? Oh- I'm sorry, what's going on?" I said fumbling the phone cord in my fingers.

"Your father and I were thinking, it's time we meet this boy- Roger." She paused before continuing again, "I know you tell me about him from time to time, but we find out most of our information from John. Sounds like a sweet boy, bring him home this weekend, won't you?"

I breathed heavily for a moment, "Yeah-Sure mum. I'm not sure what the band has planned, but I'm sure I can sneak him away for a weekend."

"Thanks darling, give John our love, and we love you sweetheart, talk to you soon."

"Love you too mum, goodbye." I said hanging up the phone.

I sighed, nervous that Roger won't want to meet my parents. You two haven't even talked about meeting each other's parents, it's not that the two of you didn't want to, it's just that the band has been so busy, and it really slipped your minds.

As you leaned back in one of the kitchen table chairs, the door flung open. Brian and Roger were first to enter, holding a bottle of champagne and champagne flutes. Deacy was on Freddie's back, with his hands in the air.

My dampered mood quickly changed, as I smiled from ear to ear, knowing that something exciting had just happened with the boys. Roger ran over to me, picking me up from my chair and twirling me around. He didn't say a word, just showered me with kisses.

"Well? Is anyone going to tell me anything?" I giggled, as Roger held me in his arms.

"Well for starters, we got signed!" John cheered.

"And we aren't going to Japan anymore, we're going to America, our song has hit the charts in the US!" Roger said, placing you down.

Freddie popped the bottle of champagne, and started pouring it into the flutes, handing them off to us. "The tour starts in a couple weeks, during the summer months," Freddie smiled.

I nodded, knowing what the reality of things meant. I wouldn't see Roger for two or three months. I decided that it was a conversation for another time; instead, I hugged Roger once more, Jumping up and down.

**
Roger placed one more slice of pizza on his plate, and sat down next to me on the couch. Brian, John and Fred  were sitting at the kitchen table playing cards and guzzling down beer, getting totally trashed to celebrate Queen's newfound success. Mary had stopped over after her shift at biba, and was laying across Freddie's lap giggling. I was surprised that Roger wasn't in the kitchen drinking with the guys.
I rested my head on his shoulder, looking up at him, admiring every small detail of his facial features.
"Want some?" He laughed, catching me staring at him.
"Of what? The pizza?" I said with a cheeky grin.
"Yes, love. The pizza." He smirked.
I shook my head no, and continued cuddling up to him, watching an episode of coronation street on the television. I really need to talk to him about meeting my parents, and the reality that we will be separated for long periods of time while he is on tour.
**
I stood in the doorway, seeing Brian, Freddie, and Mary off, "You sure you guys don't want to crash here tonight? John and I don't mind!"

"Pish Posh darling, we are going to catch the bus to Mary and I's flat. Brian is staying there, as you're going to be quite busy with Rog, tonight." Fred winked, as they strolled down the street.
Roger stood behind me, waving to them, with his other hand on my waist. I closed the door, and immediately started making my way to clean up the kitchen.
John stumbled over to the sink to grab the rag to wipe down the kitchen table. I stepped in front of him and giggled, "go to bed deaks, it's okay. Rog and I got this."
Deaky smiled, and hobbled off into his bedroom. Roger leaned up against the counter, lighting his cigarette. I moved the ashtray over to him, and placed my hands over his knuckles.

"What is it, Y/N?" Roger whispered, picking my head up to look at him.

"There's a couple things Rog, but tonight is all about you and the band. I don't want to mess that up. It can wait until morning," I replied as a demure smile formed on my face.

I started putting the leftover pizza in a container and went to put them in the fridge, when Roger grabbed the container from my hands, and leaned against the fridge.

"No, no, we are not doing this lovie. Tell me what's on that beautiful mind of yours? That's what is important to me right now." He placed his hand on my cheek, tracing it slowly.

"Fine Roger, come sit on the couch and let's talk then."
Roger followed me into the living room and clicked the television off.

"Well, I got a phone call today. It's my mum, my parents want to meet you, and I know you're busy, and I know you might not want to-"

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his lap, "hey,hey,hey, shh. I'd love to meet them. This coming weekend?"

I nodded, "really? That means everything Rog. I thought you might be too busy for that."

"You are so important to me, meeting your parents is important to me. You know what this means, though! You have to meet mine too!" He laughed.

"Oh Roger! I'd love to!" I put my arms around his neck and straddled him, pecking him with tiny kisses.

He pulled me into his chest, and tangled his hands in my hair.

"Rog- there's something else," I whispered.
"What is it?" He looked down at me.
"The tour, it's going to be hard being without you for so long. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I'll probably just slave away at the diner." I complained.

"Oh no, Y/N. I've thought about it. You're coming with me. I've already mentioned it to the boys, and Paul our band manager. You're going to help us out on the road, and even get paid for it. No more slaving away at the diner, and you'll get to be with me lovie." He smiled.

I got off of his lap, and paced the living room.

"But, Rog. What about Uni?"
"Uni? In the summer? Do you have to?"
"Well- no. But I like staying ahead." I sighed.
"Come on, Y/N. You can't be serious," he frowned.

I stood there for a moment, crossing my arms. So many thoughts were going through my head, but I could only manage to have a blank expression across my face. That was until I realized that being without Roger was going to be way too difficult, And summer classes weren't necessary.

"Okay. Okay! I'll go, Rog!" I giggled.

He picked me up and spun me around again, the same way as earlier, but this time, no one was watching.
**Author's note**
Sorry if the format is weird in this one, I had to switch from my laptop to my phone a couple times.