Queen/BoRhap Imagines

Don't Cha- Gwilym Lee

Party time. The after party of the release for Bohemian Rhapsody. Gwilym had his plus one, Lisa, Ben has his, Cheryl, and the rest of us were flying solo. 

I hate Lisa. I hate her cakey makeup and over hairsprayed hair. I hate how she smells, even. She smells like poop+perfume. I hate everything about her. God, I sound like Julia Stiles. 

I honestly could write a poem about how much I hate her. I really could. Part of me thinks I hate her because she has what I don't...Gwilym. 

I've already had way too many drinks, I'm shitfaced at this point. I can barely walk...but I can still dance.

Ok....yeah...

"AWWWWYEAH THIS IS MY JAM!" I yell, but no one acknowledges me. I jump up on a table, preparing to dance. This grabs the attention of people nearby, including Gwil. 

Are we just about to get a little hot and sweaty in this mutha fuckaaaa

I begin to body roll and rub my hands all over myself. 

I know you like me...I know you do I sing, keeping eye contact with Gwilym, who seems like he's only just a bit tipsy. 

That's why whenever I come around, she's all over you.

I playfully roll my eyes and begin to get more sexual and intense with my dancing. 

And I know you want it...

It's easy to see

And in the back of your mind I know you should be on with me...

I jump down from the table, approaching Gwilym. With every step I take, my eyes fill with lust. 

Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?  Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? 

At these words, I grind up against his body,  lost in the moment. 

Don't cha...

Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me?

Don't your wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

I sang my heart out, meaning every single word. He just looked at me with surprise and anxiety, like he knows its wrong but he likes it. He knows that shell catch him. He knows that she'll be mad. He knows this is wrong. But what he also knows is that he doesn't want to be with her anymore...

I try to keep singing, but he picks me up and droops me over his shoulder. "GWILYM LEE YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" I protest, but he doesn't listen. And instead, he carries me out the door of the club and takes me to his car. 

He lays me down in the backseat, giving me a blanket he kept in the trunk for emergencies. My drunken self didn't even realize that I was in the backseat of this mans car. "Comfy?" He asks. "Yep." I reply, embracing myself with the blanket, almost sucking the warmth out of it. I didn't realize I was this cold...Damn.

He gets into the drivers seat, starts the car, and drives. I'm not totally sure where, but all I knew was it was either his place or mine. 

I nearly fell asleep before I felt the unfamiliar turn into a driveway. His place. On the outside, I appeared to be sleeping. But the inside was a whole new story...I was screaming. I knew for a fact that he didn't have a guest room...and he's too tall to sleep on a couch..and he would never make me sleep on the couch...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS

No. This isn't happening, its not. I veto this. No. Wait. NO. THIS IS WHAT IVE WANTED THE PAST FOUR MONTHS IVE KNOWN HIM. Why do I all of a sudden not want it when its happening. The fuck is up with that. 

I got caught up in my worrisome thoughts, and before I knew it the car door opened, and he slowly picked me up. Assuming he thought I was asleep, I acted like I was waking up. "Sorry love, didn't mean to wake you..." he says, shutting the door with his foot. "It's okay..." I say, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. 

He doesn't notice me completely losing myself in his eyes as he carries me up to his room. He set me down on his bed before going over to his dresser. "I assume you don't want to sleep in that..." He asks, signaling to my cut off jeans and crop top. "Absolutely not." I say. He grabs a night shirt and some athletic Nike shorts and hands them to me. "Bathroom is just down the hall," He says, and I obey. I trudge down the hall, as he said, and to the bathroom. 

I decided to ditch the shorts, so I was left with the night shirt and panties. The shirt covered everything though, seeing as he's a 6'2 monster. 

I walk back to his room to find him laying on one side of the bed...the right side...texting someone. 

*Gwilym's POV*

Gwilym: She's here with me. God, I gave her my clothes. I don't know what to do, she's gonna sleep with me in the bed. I think I wanna end it with Lisa though, compared to y/n she's a bitch. 

Ben: Good for you. I never liked Lisa, Y/n is a way better fit for you. Have fun tonight😏

Gwilym: oh shut up

*Y/N POV*

He put his phone down when he saw me, smiling at the sight of me in his clothes. "Like what you see?" I ask, flirtatiously. I approached the bed as he moved the sheets for me, welcoming me to sleep in HIS bed. 

I blush as I wrap myself up in his sheets. His. Ours. His. Ours. 

I took a deep breath in, embracing his scent. He wrapped his arms around me as I snugged up against his chest. He planted a small kiss on my head. 

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Gwil." 

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