That Moment I First Saw You (TFF Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Sudden Savior

       As Roland had offered, Delilah stayed in her room the rest of the night and never left. She didn't even take the time to look out the window to see where the plaza was that Roland said they'd be performing at. For the time being, she was consumed in her own thoughts.
       Why was she in the year 1985? What had even happened to transport her back in time? And why, if she must time travel, was it that specific year? The confused girl shook her head. None of it made sense. This sort of stuff wasn't real. Maybe she really had died and was in the afterlife. Pausing for a second to ponder the thought, Delilah finally shook her head and discarded it. The afterlife must feel much different than this. At that she began to pace back and forth, back and forth across the room. Nothing but the sound of her feet on the dingy brown carpet filled her head until all of sudden.
       "Wait!" she cursed silently under her breath. "I even lost that album I just bought. And it cost 30 freaking dollars too." She cursed again but then shrugged. "Well, the 80s are full of albums. I don't suppose I'll need that one."
       Sighing a breath of resignation, Delilah fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. No matter what though, she knew that she had to find her way back to her time. But whatever she did, she knew that she couldn't tell Roland and the rest of the band the truth. They'd think she was insane. Especially that Nicky. She'd use it against her to convince everyone that Delilah was not to be trusted. And that couldn't happen. She needed help to navigate through this time. She needed help...And with that, she drifted off to sleep.
                              ...
       It was probably the knock on the door that awoke Delilah from her restless night's sleep. Squinting at the sun peaking in though her window, she could still feel the pain from her accident radiating through her scalp.
       "Hey, are you in there?" called in a familiar British voice. Quickly, bounding up from the bed, Delilah brushed down her hair and ran to the door.
       "Roland?" the door flew open. "Hey." Yet again she attempted to press her hair down but she knew that she still looked like hell frozen over. But he, she noticed, didn't.
       Looking him up and down, she observed that he was wearing a dark blue sweater which tightly hugged his hips while light blue jeans covered his legs in a tight fashion that she quite fancied. Smiling at him shyly, she hid slightly behind the door.
       "Hey, good morning," he answered kindly. "Get ready to go, we are heading out again."
                                  ...
       The walk out of the hotel was just as bad as the walk in had been. Hustling through the crowd at Roland's side once again Delilah could feel multiple pushes from behind which eventually shoved her out of the circle where he was. The crowd neared the edge of the street trying to still catch a souvenir from the band, but Delilah was trying to break through the group which didn't work.
       "Hey! Hey, let me get in! Roland, Curt, Ian!" The crowd was nearly in the street and through their frenzy Delilah was being dragged out with them. "Hey, quit pushing. Ah-." And at that, one last shove pushed her out into the street. Stumbling into the center of a busy highway, Delilah only had enough time to look up at another large truck coming her way and at that, she knew it. She knew that she'd really died when she had been hit the first time. Now it was really the end and it was just coming to her. She was dead.
       It was at the moment that she braced for impact that something hit her from behind and pulled her back against the front side of the bus. Gasping in surprise, Delilah knew this wasn't what she expected getting hit to feel like. That truck had been soft and warm. And then Roland came into her line of sight.
       "W-what in the hell were you doing in the street?" he stuttered breathlessly glaring at her with an intense look. "Haven't you been hit enough in the past few days?"
      Glaring back at him and his remark Delilah returned the sarcasm by saying, "No, one time wasn't enough. I just had to have some crazed Tears for Fears fans push me into the road just for the heck of it."
       "Well, I should keep a better eye on you then. You're a danger to yourself alone-," he paused waiting for her to fill in her name since she had never told him.
       "Delilah," she answered half playfully and half angry. "And just you wait and see, you'll soon find that I have no need for protection from anyone, especially the likes of you." They both then stared at each other for another half second, frazzled and breathless, and that is when Delilah realized just how close Roland actually was to her.
       There they were, chest-to-chest, her with her back against the bus and him with his arms propped up on either side of her head, pinning her there. She was almost tempted to pull away, but she couldn't. The concentration in his gaze, the feeling of his breath on her and the warmth from his body all entised her. Their faces were just inches apart, lips parted. But still, she knew she had to break the spell.
       "But..." she nearly whispered, even over the sounds of the traffic and crowd. "I guess I can accept your protection this one time, especially since I might have to stay with you guys for a little bit." She hesitated and Roland raised his eyebrows. "If...if that's ok with you."
       "Yeah, sure, great. Stay as long as you need. We don't mind. As long as you don't mind traveling for long hours."
      "No, not at all. Wherever you need to go is fine with me." Smirking one last time at Delilah, Roland hesitated for one last moment before he then pushed himself away and released her. But as he turned away, Delilah could not help to notice an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes which was gone as soon as he turned back.
       "Now, if you'd please. Let's get on the bus before we can get any more behind schedule. We could have been half way to Canada by now." To that, he then waved her ahead of him and guided her, with his hand on her back, into the bus where the doors shut promptly locking the crazy fans outside.