Classic Rock Imagines

Slash #2

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"I could possibly get in huge trouble for this, so you gotta be cool, okay?" Slash said as you excitedly followed him backstage.

You two had been friends for ages, and this was the first big show of their first tour, the show he always promised he'd sneak you backstage for. You knew the band wouldn't mind, the guys and you had always been close, but their manager was a whole new obstacle. But you could care less about him right now. He did it. He was gonna be on stage at a stadium tonight and you had never been more proud.

"When am I not cool?" You said with a wink.

His stomach twisted as he watched you skip in front of him. He would have liked to say it was because of stage fright, but he knew better. You were dressed up in a flattering black dress with your hair wild, dawning his shades with a care free smile on your face as you turned back to him.

"Come on," you said, hurrying him along.

He watched you burst through the backstage doors, a sight that his manager was definitely not expecting.

"So much for cool," he said under his breath with a laugh as he watched you run over to Axl.

"Rock. Stars." You said proudly as you hugged him and took a good look at the band, "You're going to be wishing I was in the front row, protecting you from the hoards of groupies lining up outside," you teased.

"I think we can handle ourselves," Axl said with a wink as he squeezed you closer to him.

Slash tried to hide his unamused expression as he grabbed his guitar.

"Shall we?" He said, tugging Axl off of you.

"Kick ass out there," you said, blowing them a kiss.

"She's something else, isn't she?" Axl said as he waved back at you.

Slash looked back over to you, allowing a smile to pull at his lips, "She is."

"I think after this show I'll have enough confidence to ask her out, what do you think?"

"What?" Slash said, ignoring the somersault his stomach just did.

His bandmates brow furrowed in confusion as he laughed at his friend's worried eyes, "What's up with you?"

"And now, Guns 'N Roses!"

Their manager began to push them on stage, before he had a chance to explain. The crowd cheered wildly and he was somewhat thankful for the huge distraction.

You had to stop yourself from jumping up and down like the screaming girls in the front row, but you almost couldn't help it. You were so proud of all of them, but especially of Slash. You had spent many a late night with him listening to him dreaming for hours upon hours of this moment and you always knew he could do it. You knew he just needed to see it for himself. And here he was.

The show was a huge success. The boys got an encore and if the crowd had had their way, they never would have left the stage. They finally ran off stage, all smiles.

"What did I tell you," you said with a laugh as Axl scooped you up in quite the hug, "rock stars!"

Slash was reminded of the pressing matter at hand as he watched you, wishing that smile was for him.

"(Y/n), I was wondering," Axl began, "do you think maybe you'd wanna-"

"Wait," Slash said and before he could stop himself he was striding over to the both of you.

You looked confused, but not quite as confused as Axl.

"You can't," Slash started, "you can't ask her out."

Your eyes widened a bit and you let out a confused laugh, "wait what?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Axl said, "why not?"

Slash felt his face heat up, but he knew there was really no backing out of this now.
He looked down at you, waiting patiently for his answer.

"I-" he started, lifting his hand up to hold your cheek.

He let out a sigh and let a smile form on his face as his eyes explored your blushing face.

"Because I love her."

You felt your heart skip a little. You knew, you always had. But the waiting was finally over.

"You what?" Axl said confused. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of him now and you could barely even hear Axl at this point. You stood quickly on your toes, which made him giggle because you still couldn't quite reach his lips. His hand brushed against your cheek as his eyes flickered to your lips now, admiring them before he closed the gap between the two of you. He felt more like a rockstar holding you in his arms than he did on the stage that night.