Roger Taylor Smut

i hate myself for loving you

Requested by: Anonymus 

Elton John, David Bowie, George Michael, Keith Moon. They were all there. They were all at this extravagant party Freddie threw.

There were many more famous people that you recognized and loved their work. But there was someone you didn't want to see, though you had no choice but to see him all the time; Roger Taylor.

How do you describe your hatred for Roger Taylor? He was arrogant, self-centred, rude and just an overall right prick. Except everyone thought the exact opposite.

What are you talking about? Roger is so sweet!

Roger Taylor is so friendly, always putting others before himself!

You've heard just about everything. Maybe it was just you he was mean to. At least the feeling was mutual. 

Roger gave you dirty looks, said mean comments, and made rude gestures. Freddie is convinced that he does it because he likes you. But how could you like someone and treat them no better than a piece of gum on the bottom of their shoe?

"Y/N, darling!"

Speak of the devil.

 "Hi, Freddie! Nice party you got here," you complimented. 

"It's lovely, innit?" He smiled. "Have you met Led Zeppelin yet?" Freddie questioned.

"Led Zeppelin is here?!" You exclaimed. You met just about every other rockstar attending but not Led Zeppelin! Your all-time favourite band - besides Queen of course.

"Oh, you must meet them!" Freddie urged. "Jimmy appears to be alone tonight," Freddie winked. He knew how big of a crush you had on the guitarist. 

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Take me to him!" You begged Freddie, jumping up and down. 

Freddie took you over where he last saw Jimmy and Robert. They were chatting amongst themselves, a girl underneath the arm of Robert. But like Freddie said, Jimmy wasn't with anyone.

"Jimmy, Robert, hello my dears." Freddie greeted. 

Jimmy smiled and said a quiet hello.

Robert looked you up and down and smirked, "Hi, doll," 

The girl tucked under his arm frowned, the attention no longer on her. 

Freddie glared at Robert, clearly rooting for you and Jimmy though the two of you never met.

"This is my dear friend, Y/N," Freddie introduced.

"Hello, big fan," you said. 

Jimmy smiled once more and reached his hand out for you to shake. 

Freddie eventually left, and you stayed talking with Jimmy. He was very sweet and charming. He asked about your favourite Led Zeppelin song and how you knew Freddie and the rest of the band. 

You asked him similar questions; how the band formed, how he thought about performing in front of a bunch of fans and so on. 

Throughout the night, the two of you got closer, physically and emotionally. Jimmy had his arm around your shoulders and he leaned in real close while talking with you. 

While Jimmy was telling you about the recording of Stairway To Heaven and how elaborate and time-consuming it had been, a pair of blue eyes caught yours from across the room. 

Roger looked at you and followed the arm draped across your shoulders, finally looking at Jimmy. He looked back at you with a sour look on his face. Rude. But then again, when had he ever looked at you with a somewhat pleasant look on his face?