Ben Hardy Imagines

Distance - Roger Taylor Part 2

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New Year, New Me. Or at least, that's what everybody likes to say. It is a new year, but I can't exactly say that there is a new me. There are just new things that have happened in my life. I moved to London to pursue my dream of becoming a critic for music, which is actually working out very well for me, much to my surprise. I had a new boyfriend, Thomas, who loved me for who I am, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. There was just one thing that didn't change, though.

Roger was still in my life.

Not directly, no, but through Thomas. Ever since he saw Queen in concert, he's been obsessing over them, more specifically, Roger and his 'amazing drumming skills'. I never told him that I knew Roger and that he's my ex, mainly because then I wouldn't hear the end of it when I just wanted him to shut up about Roger.

Every time Queen was on the television, he either told me to shut up and turned up the T.V, or he stopped talking in the middle of a sentence and turned up the T.V. I'm glad Queen is doing so well, they deserve it, but come on. It was especially annoying when Thomas blurted out these random facts about Roger, ones I already knew, and talked about him, sometimes for hours. This happened even when we were out on a date. It was honestly like I never even left Roger.

One night it just got to be too much for me, so I broke it off with him. It wasn't going to work if I felt like I was dating Roger and not Thomas. Especially if a part of me still loves Roger. It's stupid, I know I shouldn't feel like this when he talked trash about me, but as they say, the heart wants what it wants. Can I tell my heart to shut up?

But it seems that even with Thomas out of my life, Roger still finds his way back in, no matter how hard I try to keep him out. Because now, I have to go to their concert and critique the first concert of their new tour. I tried to get out of it, of course, but my boss wanted me specifically to go. I even said that I dated the drummer, but he didn't believe me.

So, now I'm listening to the performance of Queen, and everyone around me is hyped. I have never seen a crowed so hyped before. Not even for Elton John or David Bowie. They're honestly doing a great job. The harmonies, the guitar and drum solo's, the crazy outfits and John being the adorable little rock star he is. It's honestly better than the audio's.

Once the concert is done, I am forced (because of my boss) to make my way back stage to tell the band how they did, along with the other critic's. This is always the hardest part for me, but it just seems to be even harder now.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" I hear Freddie yell from across the room and he runs up to give me a hug.

"She's a music critic, that's why." Roger says and I automatically turn my eyes to him with slight surprise. "I read your stuff, you are really good." I give him a shy nod of thanks before Freddie interrupts.

"Please tell me that your not like our last critic who basically didn't like anything we did." I give him a 'what the fuck' look before answering.

"He honestly has no idea what he's talking about then, because I couldn't find a single thing wrong with the performances."

"Finally! Someone who knows what she's talking about."

"Guys." Roger interrupts, coughing a little to clear his throat. "Can I speak to Y/N for a minute?"

They all nod and my heart starts beating faster, but no body moves, until John grabs Brian and Freddie by the arms and says; "I think he means alone", before he drags them away.

"It's been a while." Roger says and I nod as he approaches me a little more. "You're looking good."

"So do you." I say, still unable to meet his eyes. I know I'll melt.

"Look, Y/N. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you before and what I said. I was an absolute asshole."

"Yes, you were." I mumble, and he moves closer to me, cupping my face so that I have to look up at him.

"I really miss you, Y/N. There is no one like you."

"I don't know if I can forget what you said about me, Roger."

"I'm not asking you to." He lets go of my face, moves my hair to behind my ear before trailing his hands down to hold mine. "I'm just asking you to give me another chance."

"I don't know Roger, you really hurt me before." But my heart is racing at what he's saying.

"I know, and I'm sorry. That was the biggest mistake I've ever made and I haven'r forgotten it.

"It's true!" I hear someone yell and I turn around to see the boys poking their heads out from behind the box. Brian carries on talking. "He's been really depressed since you left. It kind of started making me depressed too."

"Really guys?" Roger shouts over to them.

"What?" Freddie shrugs making me laugh.

"Okay, fine." I say, bringing Rogers attention right back to me. "I'll give you just one more chance. But if you make one wrong move, I'm kicking you to the curb." An ecstatic smile breaks onto his face and he brings me into a hug.

"That's fair." He says, stroking my hair as he wraps I wrap my arms tightly around him. "I missed you, Y/N."

"I missed you too."