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

Studio Explosion

Is anyone still here?? Decided to continue this :)

We stood at the curb of the studio, as Izzy contemplated going in there.

"I just don't know about this, Y/N." She said, scuffing her shoes off of the sidewalk.

"You can do it, Izzy. It needs to be done. You can't continue to hide from your friends, especially ones that love you. Queen is a family, and that includes wives and girlfriends!"

"I need a cigarette," Izzy huffed.

"Well you know you can't do that, Izzy."

"Easy for you to say," she snapped, grabbing my hand slowly making her way toward the stairs.

"How about I go in first?" I smiled sheepishly, as if that was going to soften the blow.

Izzy nodded, and I opened the door to the studio. We stood in the hallway for a moment or two, as if we were admiring the platinum records on the wall. The janitor, Mr. Peterson spotted us, giving us a nod and wave.

"Okay, here goes nothing," I mumbled to myself.

I made my way through the door, leaning up against the frame, "How are my favorite boys?"

Roger lit up when he saw me, but his face quickly turned sour, "I'm your favorite, lovie. Just me!" He leaped up, tackling me against the wall. His hands always found their way on my waist. "Nice hoodie, too." He whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath, and pushed Roger aside.

"What is it, Y/N?" Freddie asked.

Izzy walked into the room, with the utmost confidence that she could. I immediately turned to Brian, who slammed his guitar back into its guitar stand. Roger grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the hallway, "What the bloody hell is going on, Y/N?" I froze, just staring into his eyes.

"Blimey Y/N, tell me right now! I want to know before I go back into that fiasco of a room. I need answers to help de escalate the situation."

"Fine Roger! As you can see, Izzy is pregnant... BEEN pregnant, Rog. Brian has been keeping her in an apartment on the other side of town, bearing this on her own! It's wrong. Mary told me where she was when I was at the diner that early morning." I said, pointing my finger into his chest, "Now get back in there, and make sure that Izzy is okay! I'm right behind you."

We both locked hands, and pushed through the door. Izzy sat leaning against the drum set, with Brian towering over her, his hands tangled in his raven locks.

"Izzy! I was going to tell them, why did you do this without talking to me first? Why didn't you talk to me?"

"We are married Bri, I'm pregnant. I was alone. Isolated in a little flat far away from the world- at least that's what it felt like! And you, here rehearsing most of your days away like you didn't have a baby on the way," Izzy was choking on her words trying to get them out at that point.

Leave it to John to jump in between the two of them, "Now hold on a bloody second, Brian—" he paused before placing a finger to his lip, thinking about what to say next, "why didn't you tell us? We are after all, your best mates. This is great news! And you hid Izzy from us, I can only imagine how she feels, mate. Women shouldn't go through that alone. Izzy, I'm sorry. None of us had any idea, and I for one feel terrible about this."

And with that, John stormed out of the studio.
"Yes darling, I'm terribly sorry. I would've loved to know about the baby. Being an Uncle has always been a dream of mine. Way to go, Brian." Fred got up to follow John, while taking a sip of his water. I took a deep breath, as I tapped my nails off of the table in the front of the room. The mood grew too immense for most to even stay in the room.
"Now what?" Roger whispered in my ear, as he stood behind me.

"Are you two going to leave too?" Brian huffed, frustrated with himself.
"No, of course not. We just don't understand why you were so worried about telling everyone. We understand this is a lot of stress on you too, Bri. But- we understand why some are angry. It's like you didn't trust us enough to tell us, and hiding Izzy-"
"Absolutely not cool, mate." Rog cut me off.
I sat down beside Izzy, placing my hand on her head and pulling her in the crevice of my neck.
"It might've blown up, but see. There's nothing but love here. For both of you.... Mrs. May."

And with that, Roger and I walked out into the hallway, and waved everyone back inside.

"What do you say we throw a baby shower?" I questioned

"Baby shower? Thrown by a bunch of men?" John smirked, leaning up against the wall.

"Well, what about Lottie??? I know she'd love to help." I walked over to the telephone on the wall and decided to give her a ring.

"Hello?" Lottie answered politely.

"Hey- Lottie! I hope you aren't too busy, But would you want to meet for lunch? I'd love to catch up, and I kind of need your help with something."

"Yeah, um how is tomorrow at 12:30? How about at Leslie's?" 

"Sounds great. See you then," I smiled, hanging the phone up on the receiver. 

I walked back over to the group one last time, "I think we should call it a session boys. Rog and I have to rush home. Rog is training a little drummer!" I smiled.