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

All hell is breaking loose

Months had gone by since that exciting beach trip with Roger, and it has been back to work quite quickly. The press and media were not being kind to the members of queen at all....

Headlines piled on top of headlines... "Freddy Mercury seen snuggling with band manager Paul Prenter."

"Is Freddie Mercury gay?"

Roger had been front cover a couple times, seen in the pubs surrounded by beautiful women. It was a hard pill to swallow for you. Were the headlines about Roger true?

"Roger Taylor rekindles flame with Ex"

"Roger and Y/N broken up?"

Yes, even I was thrown into the mix of newspapers and press. I sat propped up on the bed leaning my head against the headboard, in tears reading the hundredth article about Roger and his secret love affairs.

"Love what is it?" Roger rolled over, with his palm under his chin, "Oh for bloody sakes, Y/N! It's all fake!" He yelled, gripping the news paper from my hands. "This is all wrong, they purposely target me to make me look bad. Yes I saw an Ex at the pub a week ago, we said hello and I hugged her goodbye and that was it."

I took a deep breath, staring into Roger's eyes. I would know deep down if Roger was doing something behind my back.  I reached my arm over the bedside table and shut the lamp off before giving Roger a kiss goodnight. I couldn't think of any words to say, so it is better to say none at all.

**

The phone rang beside the bed, and I rolled over looking at the alarm clock, "4 AM seriously?" I huffed.

"Hello," I mumbled.

"Y/N, is this you? It's Mary-Mary Austin."

"Yes it's me, and what other Mary would I know that would call at 4 am? what's going on?"

"Meet me at the diner please? I need to talk to you. I can't sleep and haven't ate for days."

I groaned and sat up sliding my shoes on, "Give me 10 minutes, and you better be there Mar- 4 AM conversation? Must be pretty serious."

I heard a click on the other end of the line. I threw on one of Roger's hoodies sitting balled on up the chair next to his drum kit. I peeped over to Roger still sound asleep- man can sleep through anything. I contemplated telling him I was going out, but he was peaceful and it was only Mary that I was meeting, haven't seen the girl in months since I gave her a souvenir from the beach.

**

I walked into an almost empty diner, aside from an older gentleman sitting at the counter and Mary in a surprisingly extravagant fur coat, and hat in the far back in a booth.

"Mary what is it?" I slid down in the booth across from her.

"Jesus, you look like hell," she responded. "Well, I'm here aren't I?" I frowned.

"Y/N, what do I do? I have known this for a long time- just didn't want to believe it," she cried. 

I placed my hands on top of hers, and lifted her chin. "You listen to me, Mary Austin. You are so intelligent and beautiful, focus on yourself for a bit. I know this hurts, but Freddie can't help who he is or isn't. We have to be supportive, and this doesn't change all of the lovely memories the two of you had."

A couple tears and smiles illuminated her face, even a little giggle. 

"But seriously Mar, where have you been? When the news started circulating, you picked up and left London behind! We were terrified until Freddie received a letter from you, saying you needed time."

"Paris." was all she said.

"Um, would you please elaborate?"

"I have a friend who is interning with an up and coming designer. They took me under their wings when I needed it."

She grew silent for a moment, "There's something else...but you didn't hear it from me."

Mary shuffled uncomfortably, and tugged at the collar of her coat.

"Well? What?!" I asked frantically- I always have a tendency to think the worst. "You're Pregnant aren't you? and you're going to run off to Paris and never come back!?" the words just came spewing out of my mouth.

"No!" She yelled, almost shocked. Then she released her shoulders and sighed, "Not me- at least."

My eyes grew wide, "Who? Who are we talking about Mary?"

"Isadora... May."

"Blimey! Brian said they were taking a break from each other. The limelight was becoming too much for Izzy, especially since she quit her job with Prenter."

"Brian Lied, why do you think Izzy up and left her job? And why do you think Brian up and leaves rehearsals early sometimes? There are many doctor appointments he needs to be present for. They also secretly Wed, a month ago. She wrote me while I was in Paris."

I was angry, angry because I'm just now finding out about this, and because Izzy didn't reach out to me.. her so called best friend. 

"Wow, thanks for keeping me in the loop you guys."

"Y/N, please don't take offense to this. You are so close with Roger, we thought it might slip and cause a fight among everyone."

"Well is this all, because I need time to process everything. Where is Izzy now? What's her address? I need to see her." 

"Slow down- here!" Mary scribbled on a torn piece of paper Izzy's apartment number. "Goodnight, or should I say Morning, Y/N. Please call me if you need anything. I might be going back to Paris within the next couple of weeks to help with a fashion event, and I will be there for a while." Mary said writing down the phone number to where she will be staying, "I couldn't leave without saying this, it needs to be known. Izzy needs help." 

Mary stood up from the booth, and pulled me into a tight hug whispering, "Do what you will with the information I'm giving you." and out of the diner she went.

I sat there rubbing my sleepy eyes, dumbfounded.

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Hey so I'm back guys... something short and sweet, but packed with Drama for ya.