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

Alcohol and Regret

The tour bus had pulled up to Denver International Airport to take us to our hotel. I reached for Roger's hand, as we lugged our bags onto the bus and sat in the very last row of seats. Paul was next on to the bus, standing next to a young woman. She stood behind him, meekly smiling at us.

"Everyone, this is Isadora. She's helping me on the tour with managing you wankers," he scoffed.

"Watch it." Roger warned.

Isadora sheepishly took her seat, laying her head against the window.

"Hey, Isadora right? Come sit back here, yeah?" I asked, patting the seat in front of me.

Her face lit up with a tiny smile, and Roger placed his hand on my thigh, squeezing it, like he was praising me for being kind.

"Hey. You can call me Izzy," she said, reaching her hand out for me to shake.

I shook her hand, and smiled at her, "How'd you manage to get the job under paul the prat?"

"A mutual friend is close to Paul, and she told me about it, I have been to Queen's pub shows a couple times, really liked the music and the rest was history really." She smiled

"Thanks dear," Freddie sat down next to her, holding out his hand, "Freddie. Freddie Mercury."

She blushed, and shook his hand.

**

"Roger, Y/N, you'll be sharing this room with Deacon." Paul said as he pushed the hotel room door open.

"Isadora, Brian, this is yours." He pointed.

"And Freddie Darling, this is ours." He said excitedly.

Everyone just rolled their eyes, and shuffled their luggage into their respective rooms.

"I don't know about you Rog, but this time change has me extremely paggered," I said jumping right on the bed.

"S'alright, I'll unpack your stuff, you rest your eyes," he said as he leant over the bed and placed a soft kiss to my cheek.

I rolled over looking in John's direction, and he just rolled his eyes, "I must make this clear now, please respect me and don't fuck while I'm in here."

"Oh shut up, wanker!" Roger threw the pillow at him, "That means then that you can't play with Pam and her five sisters either, Deaky!" He scolded.

John laughed, "I can't make any promises."

"Then neither can we," Roger said, as he resumed putting away our luggage.

**

"Wake up, Wake up!" Izzy pounded on our doors.

"argh, this is mentally agonizing," I groaned, as I jumped up shimmying into my black mini skirt that was folded up on the nightstand. Roger must've laid me out a fit to wear to the show tonight. I looked at the lacy black bralette and white blazer that he had matched to go with the skirt.

Roger rubbed his eyes, standing up to look out of the window, "Wow. the mountains here are beautiful."

"Roger, I hate to burst your bubble, but I am not wearing this. I'll look like a cheap whore!" I whined.

"Pish Posh, you'll look stunning. Just trust me, love. wear it." He smirked.

I took to the bathroom, and slid the bra and blazer on. Yep, I look like a very promiscuous woman on the prowl. I bobby pinned my hair into a bun, and let two strands of hair frame my face. Grabbing for my toothbrush, Deaky stormed in the bathroom with heavy eyes, opening his train case reaching for his hair brush.