Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

I Don't Get Any?

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You find a place with Leah in front of the stage with Leah next to you, surrounded by confused and probably really jealous fans.

"So sorry about that lovies! Now we have that all sorted out, and Roger found a girl for tonight, let's get on with it then." Freddie says. 

You're more in your head than anything else. Why did you pass out? You never pass out? Is Leah mad at you? Is this gonna ruin your friendship?

 It finally was at jailhouse rock. Then you heard God Save The Queen and you knew it was ending. 

"Well traitor, I'll see you at home tomorrow unless you're gonna go live with your new boyfriend," Leah said. "Wait, I need a ride?"

"Not my problem," Leah said and walked off. You exited the theatre and went to the bar next door. You opened the door and walked to the bar. 

"Three shots please."

"Coming right up. ID?" The bartender asked. You showed her your ID. She nodded and started to pour your drinks. 

You planned on getting pretty drunk tonight. It was Friday so you had all weekend to recover and school has been a pain in the ass lately. 

You got your shots. "Thank you," you said and she walked away. 

You waited for Roger, your thoughts getting the best of you.

He's not gonna show up? Why would some big-time drummer wanna be with you? Was it all a pity act? Just wanted to treat you since you fucking fainted in the middle of his show? Then you just forced him to pay, you were so aggressive he wasn't gonna come- 

"Hello there." You hear. 

You turn around and see the dirty blonde-haired drummer standing right behind you. 

"Hi," you said as he pulled out the stool next to you. 

His shirt was opened and you could see each bead of sweat drip off of him. His front strands of hair were soaked. He didn't smell lucky but he sure looked hot. 

"Like the view?" he said and laughed, noticing you just staring. 

"Sorry, sorry," you say. "No, it's alright. I'm enjoying my view as well." He said. You laughed nervously. 

"So what's your name? I'm guessing you know mine." He says.

"Y/N." You say. "Wow, that's beautiful." He says and you blush. 

He ordered five shots. "Oh think you can do better?" You say teasing. "Love, three won't get you anywhere." He says. "Can we get 6 more shots over here!" He yells at the lady. "Wow there, that's nine!"

"Oh, I don't get any?" He said raising an eyebrow. "Oh...Uh sorry," you say. 

He takes the 6 shots, gives himself 2, and passes you the other four. "Better start now," Roger says. "Um before we like, do this, I don't have a ride. I don't expect you to drive me but I'm not sure how to get home." He nods and walks away. 

"Roger?" you say and he disappears behind the corner. 

Around three minutes later, although it felt like more, He comes back. 

"What the hell man?" you say. "Freddie is coming to get us in an hour and a half." He says. "Oh. wow, thank you. That's really nice of you."

"Don't mention it. Just hope he doesn't forget. Brian's really the responsible one but he's probably with Chrissie tonight."

"Ok, now we have a ride, I guess we better get shit-faced!" You both pick up your shot glasses and clink them. "To an amazing performance," Roger says. "To an amazing performance." 

You lean your head back and swallow the shot. It burns your throat but you push that aside. 

"Ready," Roger says. You repeat this, after the third shot you both forget to make a toast. 

By the time you're done, dancing sounds really good. You thought you could feel them kicking in but you weren't sure if, it seemed a bit too early. "Cmon let's dance!"

"Uh no. Roger Taylor does not dance." He says. "Well, tonight he does." You say dragging him. "No!" he says resisting but you manage to get him to the dance floor. 

Blue-Eyed Soul comes on. "Oh, I love this song." He says. "Well that's perfect-" you forgot what you were going to say. 

"I was gonna say something but I-I forgot." You say and both start laughing. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, it felt so nice to have his hands around you. You wrapped your hands around his neck. Making sure not to pull his shoulder-length hair. 

"Come on lovebirds, let's get you two home." You hear a voice say but it repeats in your head over and over like an echo. 

"No. Roger Taylor is dancing."

"Well, Roger Taylor is going home with his girl. Doesn't he want that?" His girl. Freddie called YOU, Roger Taylors girl. Were you his girl? You hadn't even kissed? Would you kiss? You sure hope so. 

You felt a cold arm around your shoulders. Freddie was carrying both you and Roger. 

"Roger Taylor does like that but he also likes to have funn..." His voice trails off. You don't understand what's happening so you just go with it. 

Freddie helps you in the back and Roger gets shotgun. "Freddie, that's so-that's so mean? I was talking to-uh what's her name and you separate us." Roger starts getting sad. 

"Then go back there dumbass," Freddie says. "FreDdiEeeeeeeeee!" Roger says. "Well go," Fred repeats.

Roger unclicks his seatbelt that Freddie put on and gets in the back with you in a clumsy way. 

"I'm not sure what you can comprehend but sorry love," Freddie says. You could hear him but didn't know what he meant. "Mhmm..." you say. Roger sits next to you. His arm travels across your body. "Roger. Did you ask her consent?"

"Uhm Y/N...?" Roger says "Yes Roger?" You say soothingly. "May I?" He asks. "What a gentleman. I guess I couldn't say no to that." You say and he counties. 

He reaches behind you and unzips the dress zipper on your back. You knew all you had on underneath was just a pair of lace underwear. 

"Woah, Woah there buddy. I'm not coming indecent in the back of the van in front of another guy!" You said. 

You guess you handled your alcohol fairly well. 

"And why is that?" He took off his shirt. Your eyes widened. You wondered if you were just a one-night girl, or it would last longer, but you still didn't care. 

Might as well enjoy your time with him. 

"Sorry darling, he's you know, well he's not the best with his alcohol. If you don't want it, tell me where your house is and I'll take you there, otherwise, you're stuck with him for the night." You appreciated Freddie's kindness. 

You never would've never thought to be in this position. Rogers's soft lips blessed your neck. 

"Thank you Freddie that's very kind but if he gets outta line I'll handle it." 

Fuck. 

You were fairly sober with a drunken Roger. What did they give you water? Why did it wear off so quickly? you were great a couple of minutes ago and now you're fine? What the hell was happening with you tonight?