Classic Rock Imagines

Pete Townshend #7

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You sighed as you slammed your book shut, earning a quick shush from your manager. You rolled your eyes in response and rested your chin in the palm of your hand as you looked around the nearly empty library. The stuffy, silent room was making your head hurt with boredom and it seemed as if there was no rescue in sight.

From across the room, a young Pete Townshend smirked as he watched your tired eyes look around the room for escape. He thought you so effortlessly beautiful, it made his breath uneven. Your fading red lipstick matched your doll-like red dress, and your hair had been neatly brushed, but was messier now as you ran your fingers through it for entertainment. He shook his head with a smile before he quietly set his book down and got up. You lifted your head as he approached you and leaned on the counter across from you.

"Hello," he whispered, flashing you that dorky smile.

You let out a scoff and looked down to hide a smile, "What do you want Pete?"

"You looked miserably bored," he said, "although it was quite funny to watch, I thought I might come to your aid instead."

You blushed as you looked up at him with happier eyes now, "Oh, really, how kind of you," you said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm quite a gentleman, you know," he said with a smirk, making you giggle.

The head librarian shushed you both again. Making Pete laugh quietly.

"Well, there's not much you can do while she's around," you whispered as you glared at her.

Pete blushed as his eyes wandered to your lips again while you weren't paying attention. He thought over your words to as he glanced up at the clock and smiled. He had a show tonight with his band, and it was around the time he should be heading out, but he didn't want to go alone.

"Why don't we leave her here then since she likes it so much, and you can come to my show," he said, making you turn back to him.

"Pete, I can't just leave, I'll get fired!" You hissed, earning a 'shush' again.

A smile tugged at his lips, "Would that be such a bad thing?"

You were about to protest, but it seemed so pointless to, because the truth was you were dying to leave with him the minute he walked in.

The longer you looked at him, the more you smiled and you finally stood up, "You know what, Townshend?"

"What?" He said as he watched you with an amused smile.

"Let's go," you said as you hopped over the counter.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" The librarian exclaimed.

"Shhhh," you said with a stern look at her.

Pete opened his mouth in awe and started to laugh at the woman's flabbergasted expression as you grabbed his hand and dragged him out the doors. You inhaled the fresh air and immediately felt alive again.

"Finally," you said as you twirled around to see his happy expression.

You looked up at him, feeling quite brave all of a sudden and stood on your toes to quickly press a kiss to his lips.

He was pleasantly surprised to feel your lips on his, and quite silly looking when you pulled away, which made you laugh.

"Thats thank you for rescuing me," you said through a laugh at his still silly, dazed smile.

You still held his hand in yours and you blushed when you felt his thumb brush over your skin.

"You know," he started once he'd regained his cool composure, "I could use one more thank you."

You laughed before he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was longer, enough time for his arms to wrap around you and for you to melt into how soft his lips were.

"Maybe more than just one," he said against your lips, making you giggle as you rested your hand on his cheek as he held you tighter to him outside of the quite library.