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

The Meeting

Roger turned on the street that I grew up on in Harlow, and I was visibly nervous. My knee wouldn't stop bouncing, and I chewed the bottom of lip. 

"You mustn't worry love, it'll be okay," Roger said, gripping my knee to hold it still. 

I smiled at him and quoted shakespeare to make him laugh, "Be still my beating heart."

It worked, and he let out a soft chuckle. 

"It's that one, with the Mini out front." I said, pointing at my dad's Black Mini parked on the curb.

Roger pulled up behind it, and walked around to open the door for me. I had decided on a nice spring dress, white with pink floral print. Roger had worn brown slacks, and tucked in his black button up into them. My mother must've heard the car door slam shut, because she stood at glass door, waving like a frantic lady. 

"Hi Mum," I said leaning in to kiss her cheek. "This is Roger, Roger Taylor." I continued, moving out of his way so he could properly shake her hand, but I was taken back when he embraced her in a warm hug. 

"Nice to meet'cha," he said with a warm smile. 

This was going well so far, but it is still early. 

"Well, do come in you two! Your father is just finishing up some final things in the kitchen. He can't wait to meet you Roger, He's heard wonderful things about how you treat our dear Y/N," my mom gushed. 

I just rolled my eyes and headed for the kitchen, gripping Roger's hand.

"Hey Dad! I've missed you," I said running to him and embracing him into a tight hug. 

"I've missed you too, Y/N! Aren't you going to introduce us?" He flashed Roger a wide toothed smile, indicating that I had been a tad bit rude.

"Oh certainly, This is Roger. Roger Taylor, the sweetest man to walk the earth, besides you of course!" I said linking Roger's arm, hugging him.

"Uh-huh, we will see about that, nice to meet you, son." My dad reached out for Roger's hand, and Roger gave it a firm shake.

It took him a second to speak, as he was incredibly nervous to meet your father, "The pleasure is all mine, sir."

"Oh cut the crap, it's okay, Roger. I'm not here to scare you," my father laughed. 

I could feel Roger release the tension in his arms, and he put on a weak smile. 

"Honey- how is dinner coming along?" My mum asked my dad. 

"Should be about ten more minutes," he said kissing her lightly.

"Well, I am going to go show Roger around, just call us when dinner is ready!" I pulled the both of them in a tight hug, "It's good to be home."

I showed Roger around the living room, and dining area. Then we headed upstairs, into my bedroom. The bedroom was just as I had left it. A honeysuckle white paint on the walls, my sunflower duvet covering my bed,  my white vanity mirror in the corner, and my brown chest of drawers right next to it. 

"So, this is where you had your first shag, eh?" Roger laughed, breaking the silence.

"Rog!" I said, gripping his arm a little tighter. 

"If you must know, I was a nerd in high school. The boys didn't want me."

"You must be joking, love." He said kissing my forehead. "It's a cute room."

"Glad you like it, it's where you'll be sleeping." I chuckled.

"Won't you be joining me?" He said, as if he was actually mad that we won't be laying next to each other for one night.

"Roger. It's a respect thing." I sighed.

"Blimey Y/N, we've been dating for some time, come on!" He begged.

"No Rog-"

"Dinner is ready!" My mum called. 

We both made our way downstairs and to the dining table. Roger had pulled the chair out for my mother to sit, a smooth move on his part. Then he pulled my chair out for me,  kissing me on the top of my head.  My parents had made a nice spread of lasagna, a garden salad, and garlic bread. Usually my mom makes the dinner, but this one was a team effort, as they enjoyed doing simple things together. 

"Smells and looks delicious mum.. and dad" I giggled.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, everything looks great." Roger added. 

My dad took the lasagna and passed it around, same with the salad and bread. We sat there and dug in, making small talk. That was until my mom asked about the band. 

"So, Roger. I don't know if you know, but John Deacon's parents actually live across the street, there. We hear you guys are going on tour," my mom basically was seeking for information.

"Yeah! We just landed a record deal, and they said that our music has reached the charts in the states. This summer we are heading out to America," Roger said bursting with excitement. 

"How are you handling that, Y/N? I mean you'll be alone, going to school?" My dad looked at me waiting to say something.

Oh great. The question that I feared would come up. I took a sip of my glass of water, and a deep sigh escaped my lips. All three of them were staring at me, waiting for me to respond.

"Uh, Mum. Dad. Actually-"

"You are going to take summer courses right?" My dad frowned. 

I took a deep breath, "No. I'm going on tour with the boys. And before you say anything. I won't be behind, and I'll have a full time job! Right Rog?"

"Uh, yeah she will. I already have something in the works with our band manager, Paul, Paul Prenter."

"Oh Y/N, that is not a good idea!" My mother said, placing her face in her palms. 

"Look, I know it's not what you want, but it is what I want!" I raised my voice a little, slamming my fork down, "If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go wash up." I said leaving Roger with my parents. 

"Wait Y/N-" my father said, standing up from the table. He followed me to the hallway, and stopped me in my tracks. "We know you're an adult, and we respect your decision, we are just looking out for you."

"Dad, I love him. He's my best friend. He doesn't know this yet, but I'm going to ask him to move in with me after the tour is over. I am head over heels for Roger. He makes me realize there is more to life than slaving away at some diner all summer, while going to classes that I can take in the fall, mind you. I'll be all alone in London, don't you see? Even John will be on tour all summer," I cried out to my dad, hoping to make him understand.

"Okay, I see where you are coming from, just please be safe! We love you so much," My dad said taking my hand.

**

I changed into my Pj top and shorts, and cuddled up on the couch, while Rog set himself up in my room. Once my parents went to sleep, I krept up the stairs and opened my old bedroom door.

"Roger," I whispered. Doing a twirl in my rising pj bottoms. He slowly opened his eyes, smirking.

"So you're sleeping in here, Lovie?" He said, pulling me in bed with him and squeezing my bum. 

"Duh," I said with a sarcastic tone, kissing him over and over again.

**

"Bye Mum, bye dad. Sorry about storming out on dinner," I said kissing them both on the cheek.

"Honey, we just want the best for you, and as we can see.. You being alone in London isn't best, being with Roger and John is. They'll keep you safe. I love you!" They waved, as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Nice meeting the both of you, It was a great time!" Roger said, taking my luggage from my hand and walking down to the car.

When we both sat in the car, and he began to drive away, I could see a rush of relief over him. 

"Well, I think that went okay," he whispered.

"Mhm." I said leaning my head up against the window.