Classic Rock Imagines

Pete Townshend #3

Imagine Pete being jealous. He sat by himself at rehearsal, quietly tuning his guitar as he watched Roger flirt it up with you.

"So what'd you think of the new songs, (y/n)?" Roger said as he casually leaned against the wall, looking you up and down as he spoke.

You couldn't help but blush, Roger was quite a guy, "I really loved them."

"Yeah, I'm pretty proud of if," Roger said, all proud of himself.

"I wrote them, you know," Pete mumbled from the couch.

Roger chuckled as he looked at Pete, who was wearing a pouty expression.

"Yes, of course," Roger said, brushing Pete off and turning back to you with a smirk.

Pete rolled his eyes, got up and stormed off outside. You were concerned, Pete was never like this, yet he'd been acting so upset all day.

"So anyway," Roger continued, but you were far too distracted now.

"Sorry, I uhm. I'll be right back," you said, leaving Roger flustered.

You opened the back door to see Pete leaning on the rail of the balcony, looking out on the city below. He turned around when the door shut, his face turning a bit red when he saw it was you who followed him.

"Hey," you said giving him a small smile.

"Hey."

You frowned as you looked up to see his blue eyes looked sad now and you couldn't figure out why.

"Pete, is everything all right?"

"Yeah, yeah of course," he said quickly as turned to face you, "why wouldn't it be?"

You studied him and he was totally faking, "oh, well you just seem, I don't know, off."

"Me? No, no I'm-" but he stopped himself, his eyes wandering over you anxiously.
"Your what?" You said, impatiently waiting for him to continue.

"Actually, (y/n), I'm not fine. There's something I need to do."

"Well what is it, Pete? You're freaking me out," you said as he seemed to get more anxious with each passing second.

"Believe me, I'm not freaking out just yet," he said as he took a deep breath.

"Pete, for God's sake, what are you talking abo-"

Pete grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours without flaw. He was tense for a second but when he realized you weren't pushing him off of you, he melted into your kiss, wrapping his
arm around your waist and letting the other intertwine his fingers with yours. He felt like his head was spinning with each movement he made that you returned without hesitation. He broke the kiss and brought his hand up from your waist to hold your cheek.

"Freaked out yet?" He said with a giggle.

"Not at all," you said with a happy sigh as you enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms, "how'd you know?"

"Know what?" He said as his blue eyes happily wandered yours.

"You know, that I've got a bit of a crush on you, Pete Townshend," you said, as you played with the neck of his shirt, trying to keep yourself from blushing.

A smile tugged on his lips as he replayed your words in his mind, "I didn't."

You looked back up at him to see he'd been looking at you all the while with a sweet smile on his face.

"Oh, well I guess you do now."

"Thank God," he said before he pressed his lips back into yours, cherishing each second of being this close to you.

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