1987
Roger Taylor caught cheating on Dominique Beyrand last night with model Y/N L/N
Y/N L/N and Roger Taylor in a love nest for 2 years before being caught
Y/N L/N the shady snake of London
National Scandal, with Queen's drummer Roger Taylor and model Y/N L/N.
We want it all and we want it now
Crazy little thing called lust
Last night Y/N L/N a model was caught having a little rendezvous with Queens drummer Roger Taylor. The only thing worse than her being the home wrecker is her being 13 years younger than the drummer himself.
Dominique Beyrand, Roger Taylor's wife is yet to say anything on the subject.
Y/N L/N has reportedly enraged the Queen fans and her own.
Until then, stay in touch with London's top news company National Scandal.
You put down the newspaper and laid on your couch. You've had various phone calls from your family about how much trouble you've caused and how you were an embarrassment. The headlines were all over the place and you were on the front page, with a picture of you and Roger kissing and holding hands.
Two years he promised that he'd tell her but after a couple months you'd lost hope that he would. So what did you do? You still stayed with him. You knew you shouldn't have but your poor heart was in love with him, and the fact that you were a hopeless romantic. No dates in high school led you to be a major in having one night stands with famous people.
And one of them had to be Roger. You slept with him once, then never saw him again until you found out he slipped his number in your coat pocket. And that was the start of a love affair.
You didn't dare change out of your pyjamas you just kept on reading and reading and reading. The worst part was, that the band were to have a conference their new album. You knew how many questions would be asked about this, and you couldn't help but feel stupid.
Stupid, that because of your dumb romantic side, you ruined both yours and Rogers life. You ruined his wife Dominique's life, and ruined the bands reputation. And most of all, you lost your dignity.
When you were a kid, your mother would tell you stories about groupies and their lovers, and you would say you wouldn't be that way.
You were such a hypocrite. Your manger - Alice, a forty something year old lady - called to give you a lecture about your spotlight. And the boys kept on wondering how you were.
They never liked Roger cheating on his wife, but the moment they saw you two together they stepped aside and let you two have a romance. Brian was also the one that gave you tips, since he too was cheating on his wife with the actress Anita Dobson.
You switched to watch Golden Girls reruns. You ate breakfast, but it was more like drinking Chardonnay and eating waffles with syrup on them. It was about an hour later when you heard the doorbell ring. You got up and looked through the keyhole.
You gasped and quickly opened the door cautiously. There stood Dominique Beyrand at my door looking not at all impressed. She was wearing a nice pink shirt and yellow shorts while I was wearing an old pyjama set from when I was 15. I haven't grown that much.
"Uh hi." You stuttered. Your heartbeat was going a million miles an hour. She looked in your eye and you couldn't help but look done and feel small.
"Hello." She said coldly. "May I come in?" She asked. You nodded your head frantically and let her in. She walked in the foyer looking at all the poems Roger wrote for me. He thought it was the most romantic gesture in the world, so he'd write them every time when he came over.
She continued to stare at them. "Those are from him, aren't they?" She asked, in a wavering voice. You looked down ashamed.
"Uh yes." You said scratching the back of your neck. She looked back up.
"I always knew he was cheating when he came back from Live Aid. He took two hours to get out of the dressing room. And he smelt like perfume. Yours, I presume." She explained. "I just- I couldn't tell him to leave because I loved him to much. And then a baby comes in our life, and he's away. With you."
You were about to speak when she cut you off. "He loves you, that's for sure." She said, her face relaxing from yelling and screaming at you. "He never wrote love letters for me. Once he was writing one, and I looked at it. It was one of the most romantic things I've ever seen him do. Except... he never gave it to me." She said.
"He never risked such a long affair. When we had our baby Felix, he was having an affair with a model. It only lasted for awhile. Just a couple months and then they were over. But this, this is just wow."
You just listened. It was the most awkward conversation of your life, but she wasn't stabbing me so you didn't care.
"Y/N, I cannot tell you how mad and angry I am at you and Roger." She said looking at you. You visibly gulped. "But, he does love you. So don't fuck it up with him." She smiled at you.
Just then the door opened to the sound of Roger yelling your name. "Y/N! Darling? Love? Where are yo-" he kept shouting until he saw Dominique and I. He stared at his wife and then at you and felt like he was going to faint. He almost did when you grabbed him and put his arm around your neck.
"Roger, are you okay?" You asked, while Dominique looked at you both. You supporting him while he was about to faint, while he was to dazed to focus on anything.
Even though you were the marriage breaker, she couldn't help but approve of you both.
Roger looked down at you. "Uh yeah I'm alright." He said staring at you.
You grimaced with all the weight you were carrying. "Good, now get off me. My bones are breaking." You said. He took his arm off you, while you stretched and let out a tiny moan, from all the tension being released.
He straightened his jacket while you acted like a cripple. "Uh, Dom. What are you doing here?" He asked nervously. She stood up and flattened down her dress.
"Just came to have a talk with Y/N." she said looking at the both of you, before a tiny smile appeared on her face. "But from what I've already gathered, I think I have my answer."
Roger and you looked at each other confused. "Answer to what?" You asked.
"That you were made for each other. Roger I'll see you tomorrow for the moving arrangements. And Y/N.... it was nice meeting." Was all she said before walking out the door.
1 year later
Over the last year you and Dominique have been the best of friends, which was weird but you didn't mind. Roger and her filed a divorce. You, Roger Dominique all walked out of the court on the day of the divorce signings when a pap decided to criticize the three of you.
Obviously Roger started to fight him, because well.... it was Roger. Which led you to where you were.
In a hotel room, in a big white dress with Dominique and your bridesmaids while you were having a nervous breakdown. Abby, one of your best friends tried to fill you up with expensive champagne to help you calm down, but that only made it worse.
You were sitting on a chair your heart racing. The wedding was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but you wouldn't leave the seat. Dominique being the calm person tried to help in whatever way she could, but that didn't work either.
Suddenly the door burst, with Freddie walking. He looked straight at you. He didn't look mad, but you knew you were still in deep shit.
"Y'know you have to get married soon. The next wedding happening is in twenty minutes." He said to you.
You just sat there in a daze. Freddie sighed and decided to go with plan 2. "Y/N L/N get your ass up now!" He yelled like a parent giving a child an order.
You immediately stood up, not wanting to cross a line with him. Freddie was a sweet guy, sure. But he could kick the shit out of you if he really wanted too.
He smiled knowing you would do what he'd say. He grabbed a whole bottle of wine and shoved it in your arms. "Now drink this." He said.
You looked at him with a weird look. "You're not serious, are you?" You asked him.
"I'm walking you down the aisle, of course I'm serious. Now drink up." He said.
You unscrewed the cap and started to chug the drink. All the flavour in your mouth made you wanna stop, but you knew if you stopped drinking then Freddie would tell you to do it again. When you finished the bottle he gave you some tequila shots. After you finished those, the buzz in your head was obviously there.
Ella, Abby and Dominique just stared at you, while you were trying to walk in a straight line. Freddie sighed. "Y/N darling, you're parents are going to be there. So I suggest you act at least sober." He said.
"But you're the one that made me like me and this." You said not making any sense. "How, why, huh?"
"We're ready!" Freddie shouted to the people in the crowd. He put one arm around your waist while, one of your arms were around his neck.
"Darling you're choking me a bit." He said. You loosened it up a bit.
"Sorry." You mumbled. Dominique, Ella and Abby started to walk down the aisle, and then it was your turn.
Some people might be thinking, why the hell isn't your father walking you down that aisle? Well the story was, when your parents found out you were Rogers mistress, they didn't want anything to do with you. The only reason why they were at the wedding was because you were paying for it. So when you walked past them you flipped them off, then carried on like nothing happened. You walked with Freddie lazily, while people gave you and him weird looks. It was very obvious, but no one said anything.
When you got up to the front you felt yourself getting sober by the second. You were looking at Roger who was absolutely fuming in the inside. Yes, you looked beautiful and hot, but having a drunk bride was not what he signed up for.
"Y/N, are you drunk?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
You just pointed to Freddie and said "his fault." Roger looked at Freddie with piercing eyes.
Freddie smiled timidly and whispered to Roger "it's just a little bit of liquid courage," then stood beside Brian and John.
Time skip
The wedding ended and now people were dancing while you were trying to nurse your headache. Roger looked across the room and walked towards you and sat down.
"Well, I guess we're finally together." He said holding my hand. I smiled at him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. And then tomorrow we go on our honeymoon." You said smiling.
"Paris here we come." Roger said drinking a bit of champagne.
All in all, you both promised that you would always stay together. Yes, you had your ups and downs but you did stay together.
I know it was a shitty chapter but whatever.