✨Roger Taylor imagines✨

That morning

Roger thought it was hilarious and asked you why you wouldn't sleep with the Eli. You said you didn't want to save yourself until you find the one.

So after that, he decided to call you goody. You cried that night when he started to make fun of you, but he didn't know that. You couldn't get over it. The nerve for someone to make fun of someone wanting to keep their body to themselves, just disgusted you. How dare he.

You walked back to your bed and flopped on it. Two minutes later the sound of banging on drums started again. You shut your eyes frustrated. You felt the tears leak. Sometimes when you were frustrated you just cried. You couldn't help it. The hole in your heart was absolutely empty. And all the anger built up in you would just get bigger and bigger, but you would just pushed it down deeper and deeper.

After laying in bed for a bit you decided to make breakfast. Sometimes you made breakfast for you and Roger, but sometimes you just made it for yourself.

You made a batch of pancakes. Making food and baking always seems to cheer you up. Your mother used to teach you how to bake, while your dad used to buy cheap cars and fix them up with you. You fixed Rogers car once, in payback of you scaring away his date.

"Smells delicious, what is it?" He asked looking directly at the pancakes.

Could he be any dumber you thought bitterly.

"Uh, it's pizza. Hope you like it with maple syrup." You said sarcastically. He just grumbled and a bit and sat down.

"No need to be saucy about it." He said taking a bite. He smiled and started to shovel more in his mouth. "This is really good." He told you smiling.

Your heart felt a little jump. "Uh, thanks." You said stuttering a bit. He just smiled and shook his head a bit. You looked at him and put your fork and knife down.

"What?" You asked annoyed. He just smiled.

"You sound nervous. And you're blushing." He said with a smug smile. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You replied cutting a piece of pancake. He just smiled.

"You sure it isn't a tiny little crush?" He asked with a suggesting smile. You scoffed and looked at him.

"Oh yeah definitely." You said sarcastically. You both just started to laugh quietly, then continued to eat in silence.

And at that moment you realized that maybe your hatred for him passed.

1974

The band just came back from their tour and you, Mary, Veronica and Chrissie decided to throw them a welcome back party. You were running Mary and Freddie's apartment with streamers in your hand.

"Alright I called Freddie and they're on their way now." Veronica said, running around while trying to tie her blonde hair back.

We told the boys to come to Freddie's apartment for a tiny hangout, little did they know that at least a hundred people would be there.

After thirty minutes Chrissie shut off the lights as soon as she heard the car pulling up. You all hid behind any object that you could find. Some of Rogers groupies were here too, which made you physically ill.

Over the two years of living with him, your hatred turned into sweet friendship.

Too sweet.

To the point where you started to fall for him. He was so charming in his own sense. Sometimes when you were sad he'd have a movie night with you and explain how some romcoms are dumb. He'd tell you dirty jokes when you were eating, just to annoy. And over the time you realized all these little things made you want him more and more.

"I don't know. They said they'd be here." You heard Freddie's voice behind the door.

"Jesus it looks so dark in there." Roger said. You heard the jiggle of keys and then the door opened. You turned on the lights when everyone shouted 'surprise.'

John almost fell from the shock he got while Freddie and Brian and Roger smiled. They all went up to their partners and kissed and hugged them. While Roger stayed on the sideline with sad eyes.

He realized over the tour that everyone had someone. Someone to hold and to love, but he wasn't part of that group. He had groupies every night. So he thought and thought about who he wanted. Who he wanted to love and to hold.

And it all came down to you.

You smiled at everyone being so in love, while Roger stared at you. He couldn't explain how much he wanted to hug you. He wanted to smother you with kisses and tell you how much he missed you.

He couldn't do that. Because he wasn't yours.

You stepped back to go on the balcony while everyone started to pop open champagne bottles. You looked up to the dark sky and shimmering stars and smiled. You heard someone walk up beside you.

You knew it was him. The smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume with a stale of of alcohol. It'd only been two minutes since the party started but you could tell that he drank a bit. He was still sober though.

Roger looked at you then looked down nervously. You sensed his nervousness and decided to act upon it.

"You alright?" You asked him. He just nodded and smiled shyly while looking at your outfit.

"I like your coat." He said. You were wearing a fur coat that covering your high waisted bell bottoms and yellow shirt.

You looked down and blushed. "Uh thanks. It's from Biba. Mary gave me a discount." You said. It reminded you of the conversation you had with him the one morning when he complimented you about your pancakes.

If mind reading was a thing then Roger surely was great at it. Because - he too - was thinking about that one morning.

For some odd reason you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him you loved him. You felt a huge weight on your shoulder, and you were ready to take it off.

"Roger?" You said. He turned to look you.

"Yes?" He asked.

You took a deep shaky breath. "I need to say something and this is the part that you listen and need to stop talking. Because if I never say this, then I might go mad." You said.

You looked back down and started fidget with you fingers. "Roger... the first moment I laid my eyes on you in high school I thought you were absolutely beautiful. Lazy blue eyes and blonde hair, made you look absolutely breathtaking. But then your personality just shouted out crude, cocky, and mean. You said you were in love with your girlfriend, but you had side chicks. Fast forward to us meeting in university, I thought my life would be hell. But no, you were somewhat normal, if I can actually call you normal. You were friends with Brian, and you both let me stay in your home. We're still living together, except for when you're on tour. And now... now I don't know what to say about you. I went from hating you, to having a friendship with you, too.... loving you. And I hate it." You finished saying.

You didn't dare look at Roger, you were to embarrassed that you just did that. Yes, you felt a weight lifted off your shoulder, but now you ruined your friendship.

You shook your head and looked up. "Oh god. I-. Roger I am so sorry. I- I need to get out of here." You started walk back to the party when you felt him grab your wrist softly.

He turned you around and kissed you on the lips. It was just a tiny peck, but to you it was the whole world. You looked into his eyes and kissed him again. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back. It soon turned out to be a full in make out session.

"Damn, they leave for two minutes and they're about to have sex right here in front of the city." You heard Freddie say. You turned around to face Freddie, Brian, John, Veronica, Chrissie and Mary all smirking at us.

You leaned your head on his chest and blushed while he wrapped his arms arms around you. "Well this is embarrassing." You mumbled against him.

He smiled and hugged you a little tighter. "Yes, but at least you're with me." He said.

And for all the time after you still stuck together.

Roger was the one for you and you were the one for him.