Classic Rock Imagines

Roger Taylor 1

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Somebody to love
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You look in the mirror at your slim figure, simple clothes, strawberry blonde hair, and light makeup. You smile at your reflection. You also smile at the fact that you don't have to wear fancy makeup or an expensive dress for your boyfriend, Roger Taylor. He loves you just the way you are, and you swear he's the one for you. He should be arriving at your house any minute. You decide to put on your favourite Beatles album, Meet the Beatles. You don't have any plans, or at least you thing you don't. That's another thing you love about Roger, he surprises you in the most pleasant ways. You hear a knock at the door. You open it eagerly to find Roger, standing at your door with a smile on his face, offering you a single pink flower. "Oh thanks Roggie, it's lovely!" You say, sniffing the flower. "Glad you like it darling." He says, walking in and kissing your cheek. The song And I saw her Standing There comes on. "Oh my gosh I love this song!" Roger exclaims. You giggle at his cute enthusiasm. "May I have this dance?" He says, offering you his hand. "Yes you may." You reply, letting him pull you in and spin you around. You laugh with delight as you dance. After the song ends, he bows and you curtsy. He looks up at you with his big blue eyes, and gives you a kiss. "So love, I was thinking," "Yes?" You ask. "I've found the nicest place to go tonight, and I really think you'd love it. Want to go?" "Of course!" You almost yell. you walk out of the house together holding hands. It's still light out, but the sun would be setting soon. You walk along the concrete sidewalks in the sweet summer sun. After a few blocks, a slight breeze pics up. Roger sees that you're a bit chilly, and gives you his overcoat. "Don't worry love, we're almost there." after one more block, you find yourselves in front of an old, oddly shaped, three story cafe. You've never seen it before, but it looks like a quaint place that you'd love. "I thought you'd like it here. It's not very popular, but they make amazing mochas." "Roger, it looks lovely." You exchange warm smiles and he kisses you once before you walk in. You sit down, Roger gets a chocolate mocha, and you get a caramel one. He was certainly right, they were delicious. You sit and talk with him for a while. You love to talk to each other. You understand each other, and talk so much alike that you can finish each other's sentences. After you finish your drinks he grabs you hand and begins to lead you up the stairs. "Roggie, where are you taking me?!" "You'll see!" He says like a little kid, with a mischievous smirk on his face. He leads you up to the second floor, that looks like the first floor of a house. It has a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room. Everything is old fashioned, with a color theme of light green and white. "Wow." you say. It's all you can say. It's a lovely place, but you still don't know why he brought you here. "Come on! He says, leading you up to the third and final floor. It has the same style as the first. There's a nice bedroom, with a queen sized bed, a monogamy dresser, and a record player. Then he leads you down a hallway to another bedroom. "Close your eyes!" He says, before opening the door. "Okay, open!" You open your eyes to see a music room, equipped with several different instruments. There's also a huge window that almost takes up the whole wall. Then something catches your eye. The white acoustic guitar that you've always wanted ever since you learned to play. Roger sees you staring at it. "It's for you darling." You gasp in delight. "Oh Roger, this is amazing! Thank you so much!" You hug him and kiss him before you run over to try it out. You pick it up and strum a few chords. It sounds more beautiful than you had ever imagined. "By the way, there's some lovely artwork on the back of the guitar that you should see." he tells you. That's odd, you don't remember anything about the guitar having artwork. You turn it over and your heat almost stops. Painted in gold on the back, it read (y/n), will you marry me? You look up at Roger in astonishment, who is on on one knee, presenting you with a ring. "Oh my gosh Roger! Yes!" You yell, setting down the guitar and running towards him with a hug. You hold hands and kiss happily as you watch the sunset through the window. You know he's always the one for you.