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Heartbreak Weather (part 2)
Roger Taylor x Reader
Series Summary: Itâs the story about the unexpected love between you and Roger Taylor that had lasted through thick and thin, through the challenges and darkness as you both find a way to prove that love is unbreakableâŚ
In this part: The night in the club goes on with you spending your time with Roger. You really want to avoid your feelings to him but it seems like it does not go awayâsame goes to Roger too.
Warnings: language, lots of fluff, angst, a lot of alcohol consumings, mild smut (not that graphic)
Word Count: 7.7k+ words
Note: more grammar and spelling errors. more time jumps and fast-forwarded scenes. prepare for a sappy roger/cute reader in this part
HEARTBREAK WEATHER MASTERLIST | QUEENROGAHâS MASTERLIST
PART TWO: âBLACK AND WHITEâ
âFinally, youâre flirting with me.â The drummer chuckles.
You blushed in his words as you let out a chuckle too, âI donât think Iâm flirting with you Roger.â You denied his words.
âWhat a shame because I wish you had been.â
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Heartbreak Weather (part 2)
Roger Taylor x Reader
Series Summary: It's the story about the unexpected love between you and Roger Taylor that had lasted through thick and thin, through the challenges and darkness as you both find a way to prove that love is unbreakable...
In this part: The night in the club goes on with you spending your time with Roger. You really want to avoid your feelings to him but it seems like it does not go awayâsame goes to Roger too.
Warnings: language, lots of fluff, angst, a lot of alcohol consumings, mild smut (not that graphic)
Word Count: 7.7k+ words
Note: more grammar and spelling errors. more time jumps and fast-forwarded scenes. prepare for a sappy roger/cute reader in this part
HEARTBREAK WEATHER MASTERLIST | QUEENROGAHâS MASTERLIST
PART TWO: "BLACK AND WHITE"
"Finally, you're flirting with me." The drummer chuckles.
You blushed in his words as you let out a chuckle too, "I don't think I'm flirting with you Roger." You denied his words.
"What a shame because I wish you had been."
Your heart skipped a beat when he said that to you, with his ocean eyes staring right at youâRoger fucking Taylor, a famous drummer, a lady-magnet and a good-looking bloke enjoys that you're flirting with him, without even noticing that you're flirting. The way he said that was almost made you want to kiss him, but you're only a woman that is intoxicated with different types of drinks and alcohol is already running in your system.
Roger in the other hand waits for your reaction, and your reaction?
You just laughed. Again. Like a fucking maniac.
"IâI..uh..." You soon gulped and put your glass down on the counter, "Roger, I have a question..." You dodged the awkward situation as he hums, letting you tell him your question.
You saw his body moved closer to you and you feel something weird in your body, all because of just his aura.
"I know I saw you back there with two good-looking girls in your place and...I don't want to sound rude here but, are you just here talking to meâflirting maybe just to make me be like those girls? Do you want me under your spell or a one night stand thing because Roger...I am not that kind of a woman. I may be dressed like this, but that's not what I'm planning to do tonight. Orâ"
"âI'm not that kind of a man Y/N. I'm not a man that meets up with a girl, sleep with them and just forget all about it in the morning. I really am not, but I respect on what you just said because I guess that's just the only thing you may think of when the name Roger Taylor pops into your head." He responds, sarcasm filled his voice after he said that.
You didn't know this turned out to be...personal.
And you think you just broke Roger Taylor's heart right there.
You absolutely regret on asking him that question in the first place, but your thoughts is that you're just making sure about everything because you really don't want to ruin a night like this in your life. You don't want to give all of you to a man you just met.
"IâI didn't mean to put it that way, IâI'm just making sure." You stammered as you apologize to him.
Roger just nods his head at you, knowing that he's not listeningâjust your words going through his ear and out in the other ear.
Roger thought you're different.
And all that he's been thinking about is to go back to those two girls in their booth.
"It's nice meeting you Y/N." He finally dismissed himself from youâto clearly avoid any drama as you watch him walk away like nothing had happened. You let out a huge breath when he just ditched you here, but you did get to the point that you're already offending him earlier, so you think it's your fault that he felt bad about himself. You called on the bartender again as you ordered a shot. You never drink too much in your whole life and you think this is the night wherein you'll get shitfacedâlike Eleanor said to you earlier.
Speaking of Eleanor, you haven't found her since the time you saw her with that guy. Kelsey too had disappeared in the crowd and Cleo, she's still with Johnâclearly flirting with him back there.
The bartender came back with your drink as you stare at the alcohol right in front of you, "I guess it's just you and me again." You muttered and drank it all in one sip, then you ordered a second one again, a third one, a fourth one until you didn't count how many shots you've ordered.
When you're drinking all of those shots you've ordered, Roger is walking towards the booth to find the girls already gone, so he didn't get back there, instead he went back to the bar but he's in a far away distance from you, not seeing on what you're actually doing in your life right now. He didn't notice you pushing your way to the dancing people and started dancing with them too. You managed to find Kelsey with two men groping her while they dance as you also dance with them. One guy had his hands around your hips, your back pressed on his chestâdangerously close to him.
Roger wasn't intoxicated, he doesn't feel drunk after all those shots since it's been two hours since those round of shots occurred and the alcohol just faded out. He just had to leave the bar when he suddenly found someone entered the club that he recognizes, they are with their group of friends, wearing those skin tight dresses and revealing clothes to attract men.
Reese.
After that breakup and confession that she's been cheating on him for 5 months, she also planned to go here, with a couple of friends. Just like Roger had also planned after his mini tantrum onstage earlier. And he's still not ready to face her after the words he said to her, but he also wants to face her and say the other things he wants to say.
The words that is better left unsaid.
When her group is closely approaching to where Roger is, he suddenly decided to turn away and never face her, like ever again as he left the bar, walking back to their boothâbut only to bump someone on his way there, he looked at the person to suddenly see you, looking completely wasted and your hair is sticking on your face because of your sweat that built up because of those body heat in the dancefloor.
"Rogerâ" You stopped and suddenly felt the bile slowly rising up to your throat. You cover your mouth as you pushed the drummer away, stumbling towards the restrooms. Roger, who's concerned if anything would happen to you, followed you.
Then he saw you going for the men's restroom, that's why he grabbed your hips and guide you to the ladies, "How many drinks have you consumed?." Roger whispered to you, you just ignored him and entered the restroom to let it all out.
Roger waited for you to finish up, his back leaning on the wall across the ladies' restroom.
After a couple of minutes, you are still inside the restrooms, sitting on the floor of one of the cubicles inside. You flushed the toilet two times and regret every ounce of alcohol you've consumed tonight, thinking that it's already in the middle of the night and you have work by Monday. You slowly stood up from the floor, trying to stand up properly this time. You left the cubicle and look at yourself in the mirror, the makeup you've put on is now fading away, so you just put on your strawberry lip gloss on and fix your hair. You stayed inside the restroom for a momentânot knowing that Roger is waiting for you outside.
Roger, who's looking at his watch a couple of timesânot caring that it's already 1 in the morning, is still waiting for you to come out. He's already sober and not planning on drinking more again.
"Roger?."
Roger turn to his left to see her again, wearing a flowy kimono top, his eyes grew soft as he remember the words he said to her in that phone call.
"Reese..." He sighs, eyes softening.
"So you're drinking again? I thought you changed alreadyâ"
"âchange? After that phone call earlier? After you fucking broke my heart through the phone? You're completely unbelievable Reese." Roger disputes, facing away from her.
Reese regrets that she followed him back here since she saw himâhis hands holding you earlier. That left her curious about her own ex-boyfriend.
"Roger, always remember that breaking up with you doesn't mean that you will just go back to do the habits that I hate so much. I just want you stay the way you were when we got together." Reese tries to calm the drummer down as he shrugs her off.
"Why are you always pinning everything to me and my mistakes? Well look who fucking cheated in the relationship." Roger defends himself.
"Roger, Iâ"
"You don't know how you broke me so much when you said you found somebody else and itâ" Roger trailed off, "âit made me think of the things that aren't good enough for you to love me."
Reese never see him so vulnerable. The one that he loves so much turns out to be the one who hurts him so much.
"Rogâ"
The conversation stopped when you stepped outside the restroom, alcohol still running in your veins but manage to take care of yourself.
"Roger, are youâare you waiting on me?." You asked the drummer. He didn't say anything, he just approaches you, took your hand and left the hallwayâleaving Reese all alone and dumbfounded.
Roger leads you back to their booth wherein they are still talking to each other and meeting more people, then watch him walk away from the booth.
You took your fur coat that is laying on the couch beside Cleo, "Where's Eleanor? She needs to drive us home, it's so late." You slap her forearm to get her attention to you.
"Oh, I think Eleanor already left with that guy earlier." Cleo slurred and your eyes widened.
You cursed under your breath, "Then who will drive us back? It's already 1 in the morning." You argued.
"Still early." Cleo replied to you and continue chatting with John and the others. You gave up and put on the fur coat and took your bag.
"Then I'm going alone." You stomp your way towards the exit to see multiple people still coming inside this club. You look around the street to see no cabsâjust their own fucking cars. You think of something of how you can go home.
Hitchhike can be dangerous. Waiting for some cabs will never give you hope. Walking is the only way, but it'll take you hours to get back to your flat.
"Walking it is." You groaned, started to take off your heels. You suddenly stopped when the people in line became loud and see Roger walking out of the club with a man who protects him from the raging fans. You watch them making their way to a car parked by the street. Seeing him already hopping inside the car.
And you know just what to do.
"Roger! Roger it's Y/N!." You shout at the far distance and start to walk towards them, but only to be blocked by the man with him. "Waitâ"
"Roger's off limits." He said to you and you scoffed.
"Excuse me please, he knows me! Roger, hey!." You wave your hand at the closed window. And then for a couple of seconds of you getting his attention, the windows rolled down with Roger looking right at you.
"What are you doing Y/N? Why aren't you with your friends inside?." Roger asked. You glared at the man, giving him the proof that Roger Taylor really knows you as he loosen his grip on youâletting you stand close to the car. Close to him.
"IâI need a ride home, my friends are already screwed up and shitfaced with alcohol or whatever it is. My friend who has a ride ditched us so, I really need to get home. I'm just by Waterloo Road, you can drop me by the park." You pleaded, watching him think of his answer.
"Alright, get in. We'll drive you home." Roger said and a smile appeared on your lips as he opened the door, letting you in the car. Sighing deeply as you finally will go home. Safe and sound in your home.
The car drives away from the street as you lay your head on the window, watching the streets and it's lights. This night out is truly one of the tiring and stressfulâbut it's damn memorable. Roger is also silent and looking out on the window by his side too.
You look over to him, feeling like he's not a celebrity but instead just a normal person. Tired, stressed and damagedâall because of the consecutive days of performing and touring from all over the globe. Hands calloused, muscles tight and uncomfortable for the drumming. You can't imagine how much pain he's going throughâbut probably you know every all of that is worth it to him.
And it left you wonderingâwho was the girl he's talking to when you stepped out of the restrooms?
"Roger?." You speak in the silence as he look at you, those tired eyes looking right at you.
"Hm?." He hums.
"I've been meaning to ask you. Who was the girl you've been talking to when I finished...you know...throwing up in the restroom." You asked him and you heard him sigh deeply, then you felt him being uncomfortable in that question, "Uh...forget about it, you don't need to answer itâ"
"âshe's my ex-girlfriend and uh...we just broke up through the phone earlier...before I performed in front of thousands." Roger cuts you off and answered your question.
You gape at him and let his words play along in your head again. That girl, was his ex that broke up with him through the phone.
"I mean...that's an impractical thing to doâbreaking up with somebody through the phone." You commented.
"PshâI know right. She found someone else and get in a secret relationship with that man behind my back for the last 5 months." Roger replied.
"That's fucking terrible." You reacted, then start to wonder again, "But why are you still talking to her earlier? Aren't you feeling a bit off with her with what happened?." You asked.
"I am a bit off of her but...the break-up is just so fresh and...you know, she's my first love. We shared years together, she moved in with me too but it turns out it's just a one big sham." Roger answered.
You didn't asked anything else to him anymore as you felt that he finally let it out. The burden, the pain, the heartbreak.
You took an intake of breath before you suddenly lay your hand on top of his. He reacted on your touch as he looked back at you, seeing his surprised face. Instead of what you thought he would do, his hand that's under your's slides off and took yours too, letting your fingers fully intertwined with his own. You can't stop staring at your hands together and just gave him a small smile, letting it be.
It's nice. The silence. And hands tied together.
...
The car finally reached the park. The hand holding also turned into something differentâit's now your head laying on his shoulder when you took a small nap while on the road earlier. You woke up just before the car would arrive and now you're finally here, only a few steps away from your flat. Before leaving the car, you faced Roger.
"First of all, you're the celebrity I've ever met in person..." You chuckled.
"Oh really?." Roger raises his brows at you as you nod your head.
"Well, I nearly met Mick Jagger but there's just a lot of girls before wants to meet him and me and my friends gave up on it," You said, "And um, Roger?."
"Yeah?."
"Do you...want to come inside? Give you food and maybe painkillers for the hangover...as a way of my thank you for the help and the ride home." You shyly asked the drummer.
Roger was astonished on your offer, but the time breaks everything off. He really wants to come with you.
"I love to but it's so late Y/N, and I am on tour. I'm a busy man, perhaps, I can walk you there. I can't stand seeing you walk alone in this street." Roger said as he is now taking off his seatbelt.
"Roger, you don't have toâ"
"âbut I want to." Roger cuts you off.
You know you can't argue with him, "Okay." You gave him a small smile and took your seatbelts off too. You both left the car then started walking together towards your flat that is only meters away from the park where the car stopped.
You have your arms crossed in front of your chest, warming them in your fur coat. Roger has his hands stuffed in his pockets.
There's a distance between you two while walking there. Silence. Only hearing the barking dogs nearbyâand crickets too.
"You know what," Roger suddenly spoke first amidst the silence, "I actually called this night the worst night of my life because our show earlier is bullshit, my long-term girlfriend broke up with me then I met her again and I broke my drumsetâalmost hitting Freddie onstage. Butâ"
You furrowed your brows when he stopped talking, "âbut?."
"I don't know..." He trails off.
You finally stopped in front of your flat, Roger looking around the place and then right back at you.
"Well, are you sure you don't want painkillers?." You asked again.
Roger chuckles, "I'm fine Y/N, and you should be the one who needs to drink the painkillers. I saw what alcohol did to you." He smirks.
"Ugh, I'm horrible when I'm drunk." You replied, regretting that you consumed a lot of drinks tonight.
"So don't drink a lot next time. You seriously need a full-time nanny to take care of you when you're drunk." Roger again teases you.
"Oh fuck off." You laughed, "So this is goodbye, Roger Taylor."
"Don't say goodbye to me like you'll never going to see me again. We'll meet again soon, I promise that. You'reâyou're something to me Y/N." Roger said. You can literally feel your heart thumping loudly in your chest.
"Well then it's not goodbye Roger. I'll see you soon." You softly smiled at him before taking steps closer to him and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. The drummer was frozen shock when you showed that affectionate side of yours as he just watch you lean away and step inside your flatâmaking sure to wave goodbye before closing the door behind you.
You really are something to him.
...
NOVEMBER 27, 1974 â OLYMPEN: LUND, SWEDEN
Ever since that night, Roger wasn't over you.
You're in his mind all the time. Even though he met several girls on tourâslept with the others, but his mind was still glued to that moment you plant that kiss on his cheek. He was never been so sappy his whole life ever since him and Reese are sti together. Now those feelings he felt towards Reese beforeâhe felt that again when he's with you.
And he loved that. Every bit of that.
And now that they've left the UK again, Roger knows that it's going to be a long time that he'll meet you back there. His body is focused on drumming and performing their music in front of the people who adore them, but his mind was clearly all about you. Not with the groupies who always comes with them on tour and tries to entertain the drummer.
"Earth to Roger Taylor!."
Roger snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Brian's voice echoed through this empty venue that'll soon be filled with loud and excited people that loved their music. They all heard most of the people in Sweden today are loving their works and Freddieâalso the other boys don't want their performance a load of bollocks again. They want it to be perfect.
"Sorryâjust thinking of somethin'." Roger muttered and gripped his drumsticks again as he steps on the bassâplaying the queue.
But Brian suddenly interfere, interrupting the sound check, "It's so weird that you are so suddenly quiet and always thinking things. What's gotten into you lately after that night in the club back in London? What is uh, Cleo's friendâ"
"âIt's Y/N." Roger corrects him.
"Oh yeah, Y/N, that's her name." Brian said. Roger has his brows furrowed in confusion at the guitarist right now.
"And what about her?." Roger asked him.
Brian stood on the drum risers as he stared at him for a few good secondsâlike he's reading his mind through staring in his eyes, "You're in love with her." He smirks.
Deacy lets out a snorted laugh and Freddie was shocked. Had his mouth agape.
"Wâwhat? No! IâI am not in love with herâ"
"âokay cut off the teases and let's just finish this sound check. Get off the drum risers Brian." Freddie stopped Brian's tease as Roger glared at the guitarist, who's clearly having fun bugging Rogerâa clever liar.
"Yeah, get off the bloody risers and play your part. Come on let's start over." Roger said then played the tune of the music again.
Freddie sang the lyrics.
Brian and John joins in again with their electric and bass guitar.
Roger perfectly played his partânot zoning out anymore.
By the time the soundcheck ended, they all got inside the dressing room. There's still two hours before the show and to spend the timeâFreddie sets up the scrabble that he always brought on tour so that he'll play with the others.
Of course, Freddie always wins.
Brian and Roger is always pissed off. John was just amused on their reactions while playing the game and Freddie beating the shit out of them.
"Brian! You promised we will have that rematch." Freddie teases Brian as he sighs, soon sitting down with himâpicking his letters.
Instead of Brian's usual frowning face in seeing his letters, he's wearing a smirkâfeeling that he might win this one.
Roger didn't joined the game. He found himself his own distraction-the blonde groupie that's been following the band since day 1 of the tour. He found himself a cigarette, now sitting on a chair where the girl is sitting behind his chair with her arms wrapped around his shoulder, her head resting on his neck.
He's just thinking about you earlier and now he have himself wrapped around the arms of this girl.
He really don't know what to do with his love-life anymore after that break-up. Tabloids have already known the break-up where it is shown in every celebrity page of a magazine or newspaper. It's always been Roger and Reese's face on that page, flashing to every reader that they got into separate ways.
He also saw Reese pictures with her new boyfriend. Hand in hand while walking around London.
Roger was still jealous. He still have that heartbreak inside of him.
"Want to have fun before you guys go onstage?." The blonde groupieânot sure if her name was Corinna or Karen but close enough, whispered in the drummer's ear.
Roger didn't said anything, he just stood up from his chair, holding the groupie's hand and led her inside the bathroomâlocking it afterwards to prevent disturbance. He cups her face then kissed her hard, also pushing her back until her back was pinned on the tilted wall of the bathroom. He felt her hands reached down his crotch, soon groped his bulge while he's making out with her. Teeth clashing together in that heated kiss.
She soon slowly got down on her knees, facing his crotch as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his fly down and finally pulled his jeans down, wrapping her hands around himâgiving it a few pumps.
"You like that?." She moans out her words, her hand still doing all the work.
Roger had his eyes closedâbut all that is in his mind is you.
And that's where he lost it.
"âI'm sorry...I'mâI'm suddenly not in the mood." Roger mutters as he stops the girl, putting on his jeans again and looking at himself in the mirror. Clearly asking himself why did he just thought of you while this chick will almost give him a blow job.
"Wâwhat? Roger?â" She stammered but he was now out of the door, walking back inside the dressing room where the boys are already getting ready.
Roger showed them a restrained smile, "How's the game?." He asked Brian as he reaches out to John's cigarette box, lighting up the cigarette resting between his lips.
"For the first time in history, I had beaten the shit out of Freddie in scrabble." Brian laughed at the lead singerâFreddie still giving him an annoyed look.
"Not that he won over Freddie tonight, he also beaten Freddie's highscore." John said. Brian was beyond proud of himself.
"What's the high score now?." Roger asked.
"Oneâfuckingâsixty-eight hundred points in just a single word." Brian boasts with that wide smile. Freddie is still annoyed that someone finally beats him in the game.
"What's the word again?." John asks the guitarist.
"Lacquers. With a Q on the triple, all seven letters, triple word." Brian answered the bassist.
"Enough with the bragging, we got a show in 30 minutes. Let's all get ourselves ready and Roger..." Freddie stood up from his chair and start to look for his stage clothes.
"Yeah?." Roger replied.
"...your fly is undone." Freddie smirks at the drummer then left the room.
"Fuck." Roger groaned and zip himself up.
...
DECEMBER 8, 1974 â LONDON, ENGLAND
"Thank you." You thanked the vendor as she handed you the bag full of the clementine that you bought.
Christmas will be three weeks from now. People have been in and out of the markets to buy some Christmas gifts, and some are buying foods for the holidayâjust like you. Avoiding the Christmas rush soon.
Your parents cancelled their visit to your place since they have this Christmas and New Year's party with the other neighborhood back home, completely leaving you all alone in the holidays. They will just visit just after the New Year's Day.
No parents in the holidays this year. So your plan this holidays is to eat your favorite dishes and get drunk while dancing to Elton John.
That sounds perfect.
You walk around the marketplace, looking and buying for more foods to cook and a wine to drink for Christmas. Then something catches your eyes, it's the newspaper where you saw the huge Queen plastered on the first page. You approached the booth where the newspapers are and took it, reading the headline that it's Queen selling out more venues around the world.
The new rock royalties dominating the worldâyes, you heard them! It's Queen!
The photograph was Freddie singing out in the crowd, Brian on his left playing his guitar, John on his right playing the bass and on the drum risers is Roger who have his arms up while holding the drumsticks.
A small smile appeared on your lips, remembering your small time with the drummer that one late drunken night.
And then your eyes trained over the side of the paper, reading that it's about Roger along with a paparazzi picture of him and a beautiful lady trailing behind him as they leave the band's after party in Hamburg. He's holding her handâguiding her out of the paparazzis.
Then you just imagined yourself being with him like that wherein cameras are flashing around. Being a couple, hands intertwined and both wearing fur coats.
You sighed and just put the newspaper back on it's shelf and carry on walking around. That night was three weeks agoâbut felt like it's just yesterday.
You returned to your place, putting the bags filled with what you'll cook for Christmas on the small dining table in the kitchen. You took the phone and decided to call on Cleo.
"Hello?." Cleo answered on the second ring.
"Can you come over? I need someone to share the wine with." You replied, fingers looping around the phone cord.
"Nobody's stopping me for a free wine. Be there in 5." Cleo chuckles in the other line and hang up.
While waiting for Cleo, you took the wine that you just bought together with two glasses. You also played some music. The soft tune of the song filled the room.
"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man..." You sang along while you open the wine and poured it on each glasses.
Just in time for the doorbell to ring.
You open the door to see Cleo before you-inviting her in. She take her jacket off and look around your place. Your tiny flat that you've been living for almost three years now.
"Free wine and Elton John playing," Cleo said and looked back at you, "You're going through something aren't you?."
You sighed, looking back on the newspaper where the picture of Roger and that girl with him then suddenly went all the way back when he driven you home. And your cheek kiss.
"It's nothing, it's just all about the thing I've said to you about Roger that one time." You said, now sitting on the couch with her while drinking the wine.
"I still can't believe you kissed Roger Taylor's cheek. Many girls are trying so damn hard to be on your place." Cleo smirks.
"It's hard to forget him because he promised me that night won't be our last night and soon to meet him again." You replied.
Cleo stopped drinking her wine, "Wait, you didn't told me that part though." She said.
"Oh, I didn't?." You asked. Cleo nods her head to you. "Then now you know. Roger promised he'll see me again and I can't believe I'm holding on to that even though it's been three weeks since that night and there are already pictures of him with a girl."
"Roger Taylor is a rockstar and rockstars meet a lot of women. He can't avoid a little distraction while on the road, especially for those groupies." Cleo said.
And that left you thinking how Roger was doing while on the road together with those groupies.
...
DECEMBER 13, 1974 â PALAU DELS ESPORTS: BARCELONA, SPAIN
Roger arrived late in the venue with a hangover because last night's happenings. When the time they landed in Barcelona, Freddie already planned on throwing a party for the last day of European tour. So, he rented a whole pub for them to invite all the people they know.
The management team. Some lucky fans. Roadies. Groupies.
A lot of alcohol was consumed by everyone in the room. A lot of people also dancing togetherâskin to skin, a lot of touches and sexual tensions.
They're all making the best out of it. It's the last show of the European tour, then everyone will be on their way home again to celebrate the holidays with friends and families.
Roger spent his time last night with a lot of alcohol and dancing. He soon found himself a girl to spend his night with. That's why he woke up late with a naked girl on the right side of his bed in his hotel room.
And that led him here arriving late in the venue where their last European leg show will happen. He was soon greeted by the others where the roadies are setting up the instruments for the soundcheck. Roger heard Brian playing the intro of Now I'm Here while Freddie is singing the song without the microphone. John was sitting on the stage while playing the bass.
"Thank god he's here." Freddie exhales as he smirks at him, "Rough night?."
Roger took his sunglasses off as he looked at Freddie, "Well it is your fault you threw that party in that club." He said, blaming him.
"You're welcome." Freddie said in sarcasm before turning his heel away from him and towards the stage again.
Roger chuckled and made his way towards the drum risers, playing his part even though he have this massive headache. Brian was also hangover and heard the wrong chords throughout the song.
And the song suddenly have that slow tempo unlike the original tempo of it.
Well, throwing that party would be one hell of a problem today.
Roger was getting pissedâhence the headache.
Freddie also heard the flaw.
"Brian! You're slowing down, we can't slow down!." Roger already argues. Completely stopping playing the drums.
Freddie and John looked at each other, but Freddie tried to break the tight tension.
"Alright, break offâlet's have take two." Freddie laughs, trying to lift up the mood.
"I'm trying to slow it a little downâ" Brian said, now facing the drummer.
"Well, it doesn't need slowing down. It'sâgodâit's creeping at the moment!." Roger disagrees.
"Alright, tryâ" Freddie was cut off, again.
"âGod, it was so slow! And it's getting even slower. You always try to play this like I've neverâ"
"Come on, take two!." Freddie shouts, trying to silenced the hot-headed drummer.
Roger closed his eyes as he massaged his temples, trying to regain his composure, "Alright then, I'll follow you!." Roger said then look away from Brian.
Brian soon mocks him by making crying noises, but Roger didn't hear that.
"Done?," Freddie stare at the both of them as he finally received their silence, "Alright then, let's have take two."
...
"Oi! They're cheating!." Harold shouts as he pointed at Sheila's team while they are arranging the plastic cups pyramid on the table. He saw one of their teams still arranged the cups even though they already passed on to the other station. Completely breaking the rule of following the timer of arranging the pyramid.
It's the Six Stationsâa popular team building game in this accounting firm.
A Christmas party is happening right now and you're just standing by the wall, watching them have fun and constantly cheat on the games. They don't care either. As long as they are having fun.
All what matters is that Faunaâyour boss offers delicious champagne every Christmas party.
You saw Sheila laughing off her ass as she teases off Harold in being a killjoy about telling that they cheated. Like you just said, they don't care if anyone cheated. They're just here to have fun and receive gifts.
You also have a gift for the annual Kris Kringle gift exchange. You had picked Lorraine on the bowl last week and you just bought her a scarf since it's only suitable for your budget. But the scarf is one of the beautiful scarf you've seen in the marketâLorraine is lucky.
You saw Sheila approaching you while still recovering from her huge laughs in playing the game, "God, Harold is such a dick." She laughs off.
"Why do you always have to cheat? That's why no one really even likes you in this department." You replied to her as you finished off your champagne.
"Yep, no one likes me," She sighs but soon smirked at you, "But not you Y/N." She chuckles.
"Oh fuck off Sheila." You laugh, rolling your eyes at her.
"I've been one of your oldest friends since college. We took the same course, had the same classes since the end of college and even worked on the same accounting firm." Sheila smirks as you finally gave up, showing her a smile on your face.
Sheila Priest. One of your truest friend, but sometimes a pain in the ass.
"Wipe that smirk off your face now and let's join the others. I heard they are already doing the Kris Kringle." You said as you put your arm around her shoulder while walking towards the large conference room of the firm.
Everyone is there, having fun and dancing around. Then you always have to find him talking to someone in the crowd.
Damien Scott.
He's also one of your college friendsâbut only met him in your last year and you didn't know he will also work here to be an accountant too. He mentioned to you before that he didn't want to be an accountant even though he'll be graduating the accountancy course. All that he wants to become is a music producer. He wants to be behind the procedure of great music from great artists.
You really didn't expect he would turn his dream down to something like this. Just his plain old decision.
You both soon looked at each other as he shoots you a smile. You never talked to him that much, only some simple conversations will rise while taking a break or having coffee. Nothing much had happened.
"Alright people, gather around is we will finally start the Kris Kringle! I hope no one ever bought someone a risquĂŠ gift here." Fauna teases. You all laugh around, pointing at any suspects who would probably buy some sex toys.
"That's clearly one of my planned gifts though," Sheila laughs beside you, "And I picked Gerald." She snorts.
"What are you going to give him? A dildo for sure? That one that vibrates." You elbowed Sheila as she's trying to stop her laughs.
"Oh god, I regret getting him a shirt. That dildo would be the best thing ever." Sheila said as she catches her breath. "Well, who's yours?."
"Lorraine." You replied.
"Ugh, she's been a huge problem in getting gifts since she can afford anything." Sheila commented, now looking over Lorraine who's talking to Damien.
No she's not just talking, she's fucking flirting.
"She can afford anything, she can get anything." You said while your eyes are glued to the both of them.
Sheila noticed your stare, then a smirk appeared on her lips.
"Don't tell me you still have a crush on Damien?â"
"âI don't." You quickly replied and just silently sit there.
The Kris Kringle finally starts. Fauna will pick on the gifts that's on the table in front. Those gifts were labelled to the person who will receive it but the Secret Santa won't reveal itself until the receiver will open the gift and look for the person's name inside. Fauna picked the first gift and read who's the receiver.
"Come in front now Hilda!." Fauna said, watching Hilda stood up from her seat with a huge smile on her face.
Hilda receives her gift, opening it in front to see who's her Secret Santa. Then she squeals in happiness, "Jimmy!." She claps her hand, pointing at him and thanking him.
The gift giving goes on, Damien received his gift from Amanda and Sheila already received a gift and it's surprisingly from Lorraine. She got her a designer bag which sent Sheila to cloud nine and kept asking her if Lorraine's serious about the gift. Of course, she's serious. Your self-esteem and confidence lowered for your gift to herâhoping she would like it.
"Let me have Lorraine here in front!." Fauna again announced a name and that probably froze you in your seat.
You watch her made her way towards Fauna in front and gave her the gift, that turquoise colored gift bag that you used came from Eleanor that she also used for your gift in Christmas last year, Lorraine already have it in her hands and excitedly opened it.
"God I hope she likes it." You whispered to yourself.
"I love it!," Lorraine reacts as she pulls out the scarf you've bought, then came on your name inside. "Y/N, Y/N's my secret Santa." She smiles.
She walked up to you with the scarf already around her neck that completely suits her outfit, "This scarf is the same scarf that my dad gave to me before he passed away when I was a little girl. My mom, which is a monster, threw away thatâthat priceless scarf. And then now you're here, giving me this scarf again gives me life Y/N. So, thank you so much." Lorraine tears up as she tries to wipe away the tears so that it won't ruin her makeup.
Your heart flutters when you heard her story as you suddenly pull her in a warm hug, "You're welcome Lorraine." You smiled while rubbing her back for comfort.
"Fuck, I bloody cried." Sheila said and look over her wiping off those small tears of her's too. You let out a quiet chuckle and Lorraine finally pulls away from your embrace.
The moment was interrupted when you suddenly heard your name from Fauna. All eyes are on you when you are walking up front to receive your gift. A smile crept up your face while looking at the gift and finally open it up, revealing a book inside.
You pull it out and it's the book that you've been reading back in collegeâsince you always go to the library after finishing a class.
Gustave Falubert. Madame Bovary.
You look for the name inside the bag but it's not there, but when you turn over the page of the bookâthere it reveals a small letter inside.
You remember it was a line from the book itself.
It was the fault of destiny!
You look at the bottom to see your secret Santa.
Damien.
"Damien," You muttered as you find him in his seat to see him already looking at you, "Damien's my secret Santa." You smiled.
You also smiled at Fauna before walking back to your seat with Sheila, Lorraine already got back to her own seat beside Damien. The brooding brunette man still has his eyes on youâdeciding if he would talk to you or not.
"Madame Bovary. I remember that book you always read back in college when we visit the library. I think you already read that book a million times nowâ"
"Well, it's only been 7 times that I read this book over and over." You corrected her. Sheila shrugs.
"Still feels like a million times to me. I can't even stand reading Romeo and Juliet before and I didn't even finished it!." Sheila said as you laughed at her, reminiscing the time when she gave up reading Romeo and Juliet because of the deep English words that's out of her vocabulary.
You and Sheila goes on talking about your college life until the Kris Kringle is done. Everyone's got their own gifts and finally wrapped up the party since it's already 9PM. You can always catch Damien's look on you while you're arranging and cleaning the conference room. So you decided to make the first move.
You walk up to him and saw you coming towards him too, "Damien, hey uh...I'm just here to thank you for the gift you've got me. Madame Bovary is...close to my heart. I'm glad that um...I finally own a copy of it." You showed him a smile, feeling like it's an awkward one.
"You're welcome Y/N. You know the thing is, I know that book is very important to you." His deep Irish accent again fills your ears and what he said caught you off guard.
"Wâwhat? Does it mean..." You try to remember your first year in college, where you still didn't even know him, "...are you the student librarian before?."
Damien broke off a smile, "Yes, yes I am. I remember that book is always the one I have to write down in your library card." He chuckles.
"God, I'm sorry. It must've been a tough time for you always writing down Madame Bovary in my card," You laughed as he laugh along too, "So uh, again, thank you Damien. It really mean so much to me."
"Anything for you Y/N."
The conversation ended there.
Your heels turn away from him again, walking away as you approach Sheila who's waiting for you in the main entrance of the building.
"Aren't you be heading home?." You asked her.
"Sleepover at yours? It's been a year since I slept in your flat again." Sheila asked with that pleading eyes again.
"Fine. You can stay at mine's." You said and Sheila throw her arms around you while walking down the blockâalready excited and planning on hanging out in your place until midnight.
...
Doorbell.
The doorbell was ringingâit's already 10AM.
You and Sheila are still enjoying your sleep. Her legs are resting on top of your hips as you kick her legs out from you.
"Sheilaaaaa, can you get the door for me please?." You slurred in your sleep, saying that with your eyes closed.
Sheila groans but you still slap her arm to wake her up.
"Sheila." You groaned and turn to your other side, pulling the covers off her.
Sheila opens her eyes and glared at you before leaving the bed, still sleepy and tired. She pushed the stray hairs away from her face as she reach out for the knob, opening the front door.
Your friend was shocked to what she's just looking at.
"Y/N!." Sheila shouted from the front door.
You heard it as you slowly open your eyes, but never leave the bed. Maybe the whole neighborhood also heard Sheila's scream.
"Y/N! Roger fucking Taylor is outside your door!." Sheila screams again.
And that made you jolt up from your bed.
"What?!."
___________________________ FINALLY I FINISHED THIS PART! It's been days since I've been working this part thoughâit's kinda tough.
Anyways, DAISY RIDLEY as Sheila Priest
And NIALL HORAN as Damien Scott (ok guys i had to. I HAD TO!)
Then this is Reese's outfit in the club:
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going to update Heartbreak Weather series part 2 today! Just putting some finishing touches :)
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Open up your mind and let me step
insideeeeee
Rest your weary head and let your heart
decideeeeee
#joe mazzello#this is actually the first fucking thing that comes to my head#i love him#THAT FALSETTO IS *chef's kiss*
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the first chapter of your new roger series is soooo good! i cant wait for the next chapter to be out, do you know how long it will be until more is released??
i dunno how long will it take me to post the second part because honestly, I am a slow writer and I also have other things to do (like school requirements or whatever) but I have started the second part already :)
PS. Thank you for the love in the first part of the series đ I never knew you guys would actually love my idea for this series
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Can u pls tag me in heartbreak weather ?
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this planned series is finally out! You can read the first part here
I suddenly thought to write a Roger Taylor (or Roger!Ben Hardy) mini series entitled "Heartbreak Weather" and I was really inspired to write this series because of Niall Horan's album in the same title, so I planned on making the parts of this series with the same song title of the album because I realized there's a storyline in it.
The series is about having a relationship with Roger Taylor in which him and reader will go through ups and downs or all of those conflicts.
I'm looking forward to write this series and let me know already if you want to be in the taglist of this upcoming series!
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May I be added to the tag list please? Ps, I loved the first chapter! â¤ď¸
sure love! and thank you for the love in the first chapter! đ
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Heartbreak Weather (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Series
Summary: Itâs the story about the unexpected love between you and Roger Taylor that had lasted through thick and thin, through the challenges and darkness as you both find a way to prove that love is unbreakableâŚ
Warnings: angst, strong language, fluffs, cheating, alcohol consumings, mentions of sex, smuts
ON-GOING SERIES:
⢠PART ONE - "HEARTBREAK WEATHER"
⢠PART TWO - "BLACK AND WHITE"
⢠PART THREE - "DEAR PATIENCE"
⢠PART FOUR - "BEND THE RULES"
⢠PART FIVE - "SMALL TALK"
⢠PART SIX - "NICE TO MEET YA"
⢠PART SEVEN - "PUT A LITTLE LOVE ON ME"
⢠PART EIGHT - "ARMS OF A STRANGER"
⢠PART NINE - "EVERYWHERE"
⢠PART TEN - "CROSS YOUR MIND"
⢠PART ELEVEN - "NEW ANGEL"
⢠PART TWELVE - "NO JUDGEMENT"
⢠PART THIRTEEN - "SAN FRANCISCO"
⢠PART FOURTEEN - "STILL"
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Could you add me to Heartbreak Weathers taglist please?
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Heartbreak Weather (part 1)
Roger Taylor x Reader
Series Summary: It's the story about the unexpected love between you and Roger Taylor that had lasted through thick and thin, through the challenges and darkness as you both find a way to prove that love is unbreakable...
In this part: Roger just broke up with his long-term girlfriend through the phone just minutes before his performance with the band, then in the same night, he never knew that his broken heart will recover again...
Warnings: language, mild fluff, mild angst
Word Count: 4.4k+ words
Note: First part of the Heartbreak Weather series coming thru! This is actually based from Niall Horan's new album called "Heartbreak Weather" wherein I will use the titles of the songs in the albums as the other parts of this series. Hope you're all excited about this as much as I do. Gifs are not mine, all credits to the owner!
PS. STREAM HEARTBREAK WEATHER BY NIALL HORAN, it's a great album, it's definitely worth a listen!
QUEENROGAHâS MASTERLIST
PART ONE:Â âHEARTBREAK WEATHERâ
NOVEMBER 19, 1974 - RAINBOW THEATRE: LONDON, ENGLAND
They unloaded the trucks as the roadies rushes in and started pushes the different equipments they needed for the tour. The band also arrived on time for sound checks as they led them inside the theatre. They have their eyes locked on the lights around the stage and how spacious this place is. It's been days that the Sheer Heart Attack tour had started and their adrenaline during the tour is getting much stronger because of the people's energy inside the venue and how they sing right back to them the lyrics of their songs. Especially when the sophisticated melody of Killer Queen will play from Freddie's piano. The crowd will definitely go crazy.
After the soundcheck, the band made their way inside the dressing room to get ready for tonight's show. Different people also got inside the room to take care of them. Freddie sat by the corner to let them fix his hair, Brian also fixes his hair, Deacy and Roger were by the rack of clothes to look for their outfit tonight.
Then Roger found this golden vest that will definitely shimmer underneath those lights on stage.
"Roger, you're next!." Brian shouts from the other side of the room.
The drummer put the vest back in the clothes rack to make his way to Paloma, the band's new hair stylist who really have a huge personality.
"How are you Mr. Taylor?." Paloma spoke to him as she took her equipment and started cutting off the excess hairs out of his blonde locks.
"I'm fine love, and please...call me Roger, Mr. Taylor doesn't fit me." Roger replied and Paloma nods that him.
"Okay...Roger." She said as she fixed his hair, brushing it down and put on some hairspray. Paloma soon stood in front of the drummer to fix his hair up front.
Roger never stopped himself staring at her breasts just inches away from him.
"You're staring again Roger." Paloma chuckles as he tore his eyes away from her and put up a smirk.
"Can't help it love, it's right in front of me." Roger laughs and just in time Paloma finished fixing his hair. The drummer left the chair and soon took off his top and put on a robe.
He picked the black leather pants from the clothes rack as he finally changed. Deacy is also in a robe, next to Brian's red special, while Brian is lounging beside him with still the same clothes he's in when they arrived.
Roger borrowed a polaroid from one of the staffs as he played around with it
Roger borrowed a polaroid from one of the staffs as he played around with it. Taking different pictures here and there like Freddie getting his makeup done, Brian now standing in front of the mirror and Deacy on the couch. Roger sat down on the vacant space on the couch beside Deacy where Brian is earlier and put down the Polaroid as he let the bassist look at the pictures too.
A flash goes off in front of them as they look at Brian pointing the camera at the both of them, the guitarist soon showed them the picture. Only Deacy caught the camera but Roger didn't, he's too busy looking at those pictures in his hands.
Only Deacy caught the camera but Roger didn't, he's too busy looking at those pictures in his hands
"I'll keep these for my scrapbook back home. Maybe it'll make a good use in the future." Roger said as he also took the polaroid picture from Brian and put it inside his bag that is on the floor. He also reached over for a cigarette as he light it up with his lighter, inhaling the smoke to calm himself down.
"Ten minutes boys!." They finally announces.
The adrenaline came in again.
Freddie faces the mirror for his finishing touches, Brian also stood beside him as he fixes his hair. Deacy changed into his clothes while Roger finally puts on his vest. Brian had his guitar with him, Deacy also had his bass and Freddie is now warming up his voice.
The crowd of 3,000 people of the Rainbow Theatre awaits them again.
"Boys, let's have a mini rehearsal before we go on stage." Freddie told them as they huddle together in a small circle as Freddie started singing. Brian was playing his guitar to catch the melody.
"Roger," Paloma suddenly called him as he turn his look to her, "Telephone." She points on the telephone that's on hold as he approaches to the phone.
"Hello?." Roger speaks. There was silence at first, until he heard a sigh from the other line.
"Roger..."
That voice sends his heart into beating loudly in his chest as a smile appears on his lips.
"Reese, love, why did you call? Missed me already?." Roger teased her long-term girlfriend who's waiting on him back in the shared home with her.
"Yeah, I miss you...I really do." She replied back, but how she said that sounded sad or tired.
Roger noticed that.
"It's unusual to hear you in that tone of your voice Reese, is something wrong? Did someone hurt you? Did youâ"
"âI'm fine Roger, it's just...I...I missed you, that's all." Her laugh was strained and sounded fake, and it feels like she's holding something back.
"Reese...you already know that I don't like you lying to me." Roger sighs, not believing on what his girlfriend just said.
He really wants to know the truth behind those words.
But she fell into silence again, like she did earlier.
Only the sound of Freddie singing and Brian strumming his guitar behind him is what he hears.
"Reeseâ"
"âRoger, I can't do this anymore." She sobs and Roger paused for a second as her words replayed in his mind.
"What...what do you mean you can't do this anymore? Reese, have you been drinking?..." Roger turned paranoid and the other's noticed his tone of voice changing as their noises died down.
"No, I haven't been drinking Roger and I'm telling you that truth that I really can't do this anymore. Aren't you even tired on our fights, our lives living together and even in our relationship. Aren't you already tired Roger?." She asked.
Her words broke the drummer's heart in pieces.
"I was never tired for you Reese because I love you so much. Even though I come home from a tiring tour and fight about something didn't made me turn my back to you. Unless you're just the only one who's turning your back on me. You're throwing away our relationship with just those nonsense words Reese. I love you and think of the words you've been saying." Roger pleaded.
"I'm tired Roger and let's accept the fact that we should part ways and respect our decisionsâ"
"âwhy? Is being with me is the biggest mistake of your life? Is moving in with me the biggest regret of your life? Or you're just too heartless about it?." Roger now angrily asked her and Reese was tongue tied for a second.
"I respect you so much Roger and I deserve your fury but you also have to accept that I'm breaking up with you..." Reese tried to calm him up but he was already angry.
"You're breaking up with me through the phone Reese! This is the most impractical thing you ever did! Why all of the sudden? Did you...met somebody else?." His voice shakes when he asked the last sentence.
She gave him the silent treatment again.
"Reese answer me." He commands.
"Yes, I've been seeing someone else Roger." She whispers, her voice so small but Roger heard her.
"For how long?." He asked. Tears were already forming around his eyes, he never imagined this time with her because he thought Reese was the one for him since they were dating for 6 years now.
"5 months." Reese sobs, "I'm so sorry Roger, I...I can't deal with this anymore, I felt like weâve been parting ways even though we're blind to see itâ"
"âno Reese, you're the only one who's parting it's way here. I'm holding on so much into this relationship because I loved you so much. I tried to change my ways for you because you want me to change up my habits, but turns out everything isn't enough for you. My love for you is never enough." The drummer replied to her as he hangs up the phone. He noticed the room being silent as he knew everyone was listening to his conversation with Reese.
"Are you...okay Roger? Did something happened between you and Reese?." Brian asked.
"I don't give a fuck anymore." He mutters and took his drumsticks before leaving the room without dismissing himself.
Three minutes before their performance and Roger is already pissed off, his excitement faded out after that phone call.
What a great way to start a fucking show.
 ...
"You promise you'll pick me up? Don't worry, I'll be paying for your drinks when we get there." You pace around the room while speaking to your bestest friend since highschool. Eleanor had been planning this night out for weeks now since she came back home from California for a year.
"I'm also bringing Kelsey and Cleo with us too, remember those girls?." She squeals.
Kelsey and Cleo. The girls you've known in Physics class in highschool. You remember them being the smartest people in that school.
"Yeah, I remember them. It's been years that I didn't saw them. Maybe the last time I was with them is the highschool graduation, since we all parted ways for college." You replied.
Eleanor, Kelsey and Cleo went to the same university, a very well-known university outside the city. Well, you stayed behind, enrolled to a university in the city and pursue in learning accountancy.
Now you're working in a small accounting firm that pays you well.
Enough to pay your own bills.
"Now I'm going to call them for this mini reunion. Wear the sexiest clothing you've ever hand in your closet right now then I'll pick you up by 8pm later. Bye Y/N!." Eleanor said as she finally hangs up.
You made your way towards your closet as you go through your clothes, pulling out some of the clothes you mostly wear in parties or social events, but one thing had made you stop when you finally saw it again here. It's the deep v-neck sequined top that you bought last year. You haven't used that top since you bought it and now you think this is the opportunity to wear it. For the first time.
Not caring about your insecurity.
You took the top and lay it on your bed, along with your high rise black denim flares and your old gold sequin pumpsâthat you managed to find in your shoe rackâand there's only an hour left for you to get ready before Eleanor would pick you up. You didn't styled your hair that much and just let it down, but you focused on your makeup. After all your work on your face, you look at yourself in the mirrorâyour eyes have been enhanced by the bronze eyeshadow and eyeliner, your contour brings out your cheekbones moreâone last thing, you applied the strawberry flavored lip gloss, and now youâre good to go.
You put your planned outfit, even though youâre unsure about how much skin youâre revealing with the sequin top. Your back and cleavage on full display, hoping no creep will come up to you to where Eleanor will lead you. You look over to your clock to see itâs already 8pm, thinking that Eleanor will come up late again and that will take you some time to think if this outfit will be the one youâll be wearing for the rest of the night.
Until you heard a loud honk outside your apartment.
Eleanorâs not late, very unusual.
So you just took your white fur coat and put it on, buttoned up to conceal your top that is already a small regret that you wore it. You grab your bag and left your place, Eleanorâs car is parked as her window rolled down, âAre you ready for tonight missy?.â Eleanor shouts from her car, not caring about your neighbors.
You step inside the car laughing to see Cleo in the backseat and Kelsey in the passenger seat beside Eleanor wearing their most fashionable and quite revealing outfits, âHi guys, how are you?.â You sat beside Cleo as you put your seatbelts on. Eleanor finally drives away from the cul-de-sac and to where she will lead you all.
âGreat! I donât know if how many years that we havenât see each other and now, youâre a view Y/N.â Cleo said as she also complimented you as you blushed a bit.
ââin short youâre hot Y/N.â Kelsey added in the conversation.
You truly missed these girls.
âThank you ladies, you all looked beautiful too!,â You exclaim then soon look at Eleanor through the rear view mirror, âHow about you El?.â You asked her.
âIâm doing great too because all that Iâm thinking of that we are all getting shitfaced tonight.â She smirks at you through the rear view mirror as you took a deep breath.
Tonight will be a long night.
âŚ
Everything is a mess to Roger tonight.
After that sudden break-up with his girlfriend, his mood and energy for the whole performance night went downhill and he officially lost it when the power went outânot once but twice in the venue earlier and the production team is pissing them off. Not just Roger, but also to the other boys. The whole band doesnât feel like performing to the people tonight, so when the show has come to an end, Roger hits the last beat of the song on the drums and kicks off the drumset across the stageâgood thing that Freddie saw what heâs going to do and immediately moved out of the way as he says his thank you to the crowd, he also pulled Deacy with him while heâs still bowing down for the people. They are all disappointed about tonightâs show, and Roger was disappointed, angry and heartbroken.
He already entitled this night the worst night of his life.
They got inside the dressing room again to dry up their sweat and change up into their comfortable clothes.
âTonightâs show is a load of bollocks.â Roger said in anger while looking at himself in the mirror.
âIt is, the power interruption really pisses me off.â Brian also said in pure irritation.
âAnd Roger, you almost killed me when you throw off your drums in the stage. Mind telling me a warning next time.â Freddie said to the drummer as he just heard him scoffed.
âBut we still did our best for the show, I just donât want for this incident to happen again.â Deacy added as he glares at Roger whoâs already sitting on the couch while looking down on the floorâhis brows furrowed.
The band fell in silence while theyâre only hearing the chatters of the staffs outside the dressing room.
Freddie claps his hand as he stood up from the chair heâs sitting on, âI heard thereâs a nightclub just blocks away from hereââ
ââwell then weâre going there.â Roger immediately replied as he also stood up from the couch.
Freddie widen his eyes at the drummer and letâs out a chuckle before calling the other roadies and staffs to come with them in the nightclub heâs talking about. They left the theatre and drive to where it is to see multiple people already in line to get inside the placeâmaybe some of these people just came from the show thatâs why when they left the vehicle, they recognized them as they wave at their direction, calling out their names to get noticedâmostly women as they mostly call on Rogerâs attention.
They let the band in without falling in line with the people as they were welcomed by the scent of alcohol in the airâmaybe not just alcohol. The roadies that they invited managed to find a booth for the band to sit in. Freddie was eyeing a lot of people in the crowd, Brian was talking to some fan while walking to the booth, Deacy was also talking to a fan and Roger is already holding a drink that was given by a fan earlier. They gave them multiple drinks and drank it one-by-one, Roger planned to get drunk tonight, to get the heartbreak with Reese out of his head.
In just a matter of minutes in the club, Freddie was already enjoying himself in the dancefloor with Deacy and other people, then Brian was talking to a girl in the booth and Roger already have two good-looking ladies on his sides with their hands roaming around his body. The red-head is seducing him and the blonde was non-stop touching him.
Roger again ordered another round of shots with the ladies.
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Itâs been 20 minutes since youâre still in this line for the club that Eleanor took you all to. She said that this club has the best drinks and the strongest shotsâsheâs really serious about getting shitfaced tonight. The entrance is getting closer, then suddenly the people in front starts to cheer and heard them calling out some names but you donât understand since theyâre talking all at once. Eleanor, Kelsey and Cleo are also dumbfounded to whatâs happening right now.
âExcuse me, can you tell whatâs happening and why are the people shouting so loud? Is there a club fight?.â Eleanor taps on the girl in front of her as she turns around.
âQueen is here!.â The girl responds.
âQueen Elizabeth is here?.â You asked and Eleanor loudly laughed at your remark, the girl also laughed along with her.
âNo darling, she means that the band named Queen is here. You know, the band that sangâŚI donât knowâŚKiller Queen I think?.â Eleanor said as you nod your head. You mentally cursed at yourself thinking about the Queen of England going to club like this. Youâve forgotten that thereâs actually a band that calls themselves Queen.
âOh fuckâIâm sorry Iâm so stupid.â You laughed at yourself.
Eleanor accepted your apology as you talk about other things again while youâre still in line. Ivyâthe girl youâve talked to earlier already are comfortable with the three of you and sheâs going to the club all by herself, thatâs why you all adopted her in your group. When itâs finally your turn to get inside the club, Eleanor shouted fucking finally as you all stepped inside the club filled with people already dancing and drinking different alcohols. The humid of the room is making you uncomfortable with the fur coat youâre wearing but you still didnât decide to take it off. Your self-confidence is still hiding. Eleanor took you all in the bar, ordering tequilas as the starter. She made a toast as you all brought your drinks up in the air and drank the tequila. It all goes on with more stories, gossips, drinks and round of shots. Kelsey and Cleo are already dancing in the dancefloor, Eleanor is talking to a man while youâre just watching the girls dancing to the music. Some men tried to give you free drinks but youâre thanking God nobody has ever pushed you to your limits. You just got free drinks and someone to talk to.
They also didnât know how to flirt.
And if they did, you didnât know how to flirt back too.
After all of those things, more and more people entered the club and beads of sweats are already forming in your temple as you wipe it away with some table napkins in the bar. The fur coat really is making you officially uncomfortable. Thinking now itâs the time to take it off.
Your fingers found the buttons of the coat as you want to take it off, but you were interrupted with Cleoâs drunken self walking back with some man you donât know but they looked like good friends.
âThere she is! Y/N, I want you to meet John!.â Cleo shouts through the blaring music.
He gave you small smile as you come up for a handshake, âHi John, nice to meet you! Iâm YâN, as Cleo already said earlier.â You smiled at him as he shakes your hand.
âJohn Deacon, nice to meet youââ
You stopped as you heard him say his name, ââwait, are you from Queen?.â You guessed.
He chuckles and nod his head, âI am, Iâm the bassist of the band, yeah.â He approves as you gape at Cleo whoâs arm was wrapped around his own too.
âSo uh, how did you two know each other? Cleo never mentions she knows somebody whoâs famous.â You asked, feeling interested.
âWell, I met Deacy in college because weâre taking the same classes in electrical engineering course and we became close when he became my partner in a project.â Cleo responds.
You didnât know Cleo studied electrical engineering in college.
âBy the way, Iâm not just here to introduce Deacy to you, he calls us to sit with them in their booth. The other members of Queen will definitely be there,â Cleo stops mid-sentence as she hiccups and laughed at herself. Even John laughed too, âIâm sorry about that, so, since youâre the only one whoâs here and I donât know where the fuck did the others go, youâre coming with us.â
You nod your head as you followed Cleo and John through the crowd and towards the other side of the room to where they are sitting. You saw people with them, also drinking a lot of shots and see the other members. Youâre soon looking at Roger whoâs still surrounded by good-looking ladies that are drunk. Youâre still good but tipsy tonight, since you didnât drank all of the shots that Eleanor ordered earlier. You only took the drinks that were mild.
âDeacy finally managed to find himself some ladies. Care to introduce them darling?.â Freddie asked as he sips on his drink.
âThis is Cleo and this is her friend Y/N. I invited them to sit with us tonight.â John said and Freddie nods his head, letting them sit on the vacant spaces of their place. You were close to Roger with all the ladies around him as you didnât stop yourself from looking at the sensual scene theyâre causing, and one of the girls noticed your stare.
âHey creep, stop with that stare alright? Dreaming that youâre with us?,â The girl looks at you from head to toe, judging your looks, âI donât think so,â she devilishly smirked at you as she gets back in seducing the drummer, whoâs soon kissing the other girl on his right.
You frowned at her remark as you glared at her, even though her back is facing you. She just gave you this rude introduction that leads you in standing up from the couch and finally unbuttoned your fur coat and took it off, in front of these people around you. The gold sequin top that reveals your skin was like true gold that made them stare at you. Cleo was in awe when you took your fur coat off.
âY/NâŚI didnât know you wore something like that! I mean look at you!.â Cleo praises as you blushed hardly.
âItâs getting warm in here, finally decided to take it off,â You replied. In the corner of your eye, you saw Roger staring at you as you just shrug it off, âIâll be at the bar.â You said and left the booth, making your way towards the bar, ordering yourself a drink.
âSo I guess youâre Y/N.â
You look over your shoulder to suddenly see Roger standing before you.
âYes, I am Y/N, I didnât think youâll be listening back there with all the ladies around you.â You sassed him as he smirks at you. Liking your feisty side.
âI see that youâre watching.â He smirks, soon ordering his own drink as he drank it.
âI just lookedânot watching.â You replied to him as you sip on your glass of daiquiri that you ordered earlier, your lips slowly gliding on the rim of the glass.
You didnât notice that Roger was looking at you and down your lips that were touching the rim of the glass. He didnât thought about be interested in you, but aside of those ladies that surrounds him earlier, youâre more than that. He thought that you were like a magic that just appeared out of nowhere in his life and you were quite a vision to him. He thinks that after Reese, his love-life would be nothing but experiencing a heartbreak weather and will never get better, but you walked in this club, introduced by Deacy and he feels youâre different, and he feels different when youâre already standing before him. Itâs the same feeling when he met Reese when theyâre both in highschool, but far more better.
âYouâre quite interesting Y/N.â Roger said and you turn your look to him again.
âIâm surprised that Iâm more interesting that those girls around you, what makes you think of that Roger?.â You taunt him, feeling your self-confidence going higher.
âFinally, youâre flirting with me.â The drummer chuckles.
You blushed in his words as you let out a chuckle, âI donât think Iâm flirting with you Roger.â You denied his words.
âWhat a shame because I wish you had been.â
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