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

Making up Part 1

I woke up with a smashing headache, rubbing my eyes looking around the quiet hotel room. The only noises that could be heard, were John snoring in the other bed and the sounds of running water from the bathroom. Must be Roger in the shower. I don't remember much from last night, except the argument that Rog and I had. He didn't cuddle me last night; instead, he faced the wall with his back against me. I don't remember exact words that we exchanged with each other and that made me worried.

I threw a pillow in John's direction, and it hit him in the head.

"'Mm! What was that for!?" John huffed.

"John! Deaky! Get up we have to talk," I whispered as loudly as I could.

"Y/N, it's 6:30 in the morning. What could you possibly want?" John said, propping himself up on his elbows to look over at me.

"I need to know exactly what happened between Rog and I last night, must've been pretty bad. He won't even touch me," I frowned, standing up to place my hair in a messy bun.

"Oh Y/N, love. It was bad. You dumped your drink on him for talking to the woman who called you a slag. And it wasn't on any blazer either- it was the velvet burgundy one."

I turned to look at the desk in the corner, where I saw the blazer sprawled out with a dark stain on the shoulder and arm.

"Did he deserve it? Why would he be talking to someone who had nothing but mean things to say about me?" I said, moving to sit beside John.

"Honestly Y/N, she had her hands all over him, but he kept moving backward, and just kept their conversation confined to talking about the show. I tried to stop you from walking over there, but you were too determined-"

I shook my head in shock that I would do something like that, it was the alcohol. It had to be. I was stronger than that, I have thick skin, I thought. I slipped my shoes on, and went for the door. I needed to take a walk, to think about what I was going to say to Roger.

**

"Oh paul, darling. Make yourself useful and help Y/N with her bags, she's struggling to carry her things on the bus." Freddie said, pushing Paul toward me.

"Oh no, no, I'm fine." I said lugging John and I's bags on to the bus, I told him I'd take his while he helped Brian load the equipment in the back of the bus.

Paul rolled his eyes and looked back at Freddie, "Isn't that Roger's job? To help his girlfriend?"

"Another word out of you, and I'll throw you out the bloody window!" Roger shouted to Paul from the back of the bus.

"He's Right, Rog. What is wrong with you, help your lady," Freddie scolded.

Roger got up from his seat, prying John's bags out of my hands. He didn't say a word, he just placed them in John's bunk.

**

It's been six hours on the bus, and Roger slept most of the time. He didn't say anything to me, just shot me an occasional glare here and there. I sat cuddled up on the couch on the bus with a blanket, reading my favorite novel, The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins. I could feel Roger staring at me, as he placed yet another cigarette in between his lips. I've had it, enough of the silence.

"Think you're going to smoke yourself to death, Rog" I scowled.

"You know what Y/N, I don't really care at this point." He said with an eye roll.

I threw my book down beside me, and stood up. I crossed my arms and walked over until I was standing in front of him.

"Is there something you want to talk about Rog? You're being a knob head,"

Brian must've heard us because he went to ask the driver to stop at the next gas station. The bus pulled to a hult, and everyone got up to go inside the store or use the loo.

Brian and Izzy walked hand in hand, and as they passed us Brian piped up, "Now fix whatever it is between the two of you because we can't take anymore of the tension. Makes things awkward."

Roger reached for his pack of cigarettes again, but I quickly gripped his hand, "Another one Rog? Seriously?"

"It's better than throwing beers down isn't it?" He said, pulling his hand from my grip.

"Roger. Look at me. I want to make things right." I pleaded with him.

"Y/N, I don't really want to discuss this right now," he leaned back in the chair he was seated in.

"Well we are going to, because I love you," I straddled his lap, putting all my weight on him. I cupped his face forcing him to look at me.

He rested his hands on my thighs, his green eyes lit up by the rays of sun peeping through the window, "Do you even remember what you did?"

I let out a sigh and leaned closer to him, "I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new blazer. It's just the girl was all over you, and earlier in the night she was calling me names because I was the girl that had Roger's undivided attention," I dragged out the last part of the sentence.

A small smirk formed on his face, probably because he knew I was right. "Oh lovie, I'm still mad that you dumped your drink on me, but I will be more considerate for my girl. You're the only one that can drive me crazy, especially right now." His voice got huskily low, and he gripped my thighs. He moved his hands to my hips, leaning me even closer to him.

"Oh is that right, Mr. Taylor?" I smiled.

He kissed me, placing one hand at the nape of my neck, the other holding me in place, closer to him.

"Just wait until we get to the hotel later, you keep giving me those bedroom eyes," he said in a husky tone.

"Yes sir," I said placing a soft kiss to his cheek. "We better stop Rog, the crew will be back on the bus any minute."

"You're right princess, I hate how crazy you make me," he groaned.

"No you don't," I smiled, lifting myself from his lap.

Izzy was the first back onto the bus, handing Rog and I bottles of Coca-cola, "I see you two have made up," pointing to her face, alerting Roger that my lipstick had made a stain on his cheek.

He quickly wiped it off, making Izzy giggle.

"Hey what is that red mark on your cheek Roger?" Brian and Deaky Chuckled.

"Wankers." Roger hollered.

**Author's Note**

I'm gonna type up Part 2 immediately, so stay tuned... stuff is about to get smutty...

Also, sorry about the tons of edits in this one, too many typos...