roger taylor imagines

imagine 20 - parents

you knock on roger's door. he's always late but today he couldn't be. he was meeting your parents.

roger was terrified. you were too, but you didn't show him or it would make him go rven more crazy.

he opens the door and he doesn't give you a smile like he usually does, he frowns at you and you chuckle.

"you okay?" you ask still smiling.

"no, i'm not okay. i don't know what to wear or anything." he worries, letting you in.

"wear anything."

"can you choose for me?" he asks you and you nod. he takes you upstairs and you look at all his clothes.

"okay, just wear that shirt with those jeans." you point out.

"really? don't i have to wear anything more smart?"

"no." you laugh. "they don't care what you're wearing."

he gets changed and you get ready to leave. when you're about to open the front door you hear him sigh deeply.

"you're gonna be fine, rog." you reassure him. he just scoffs.

"parents don't like me." he tells you.

"well, i'm pretty sure mine will." you kiss his cheek and he smiles at you.

roger pulls up at your parents house and he just sits there. you've never seen him this worried about something. he can play drums in front of thousands of people but he can't meet his girlfriends parents.

"what?" you say getting his attention.

"is there anything i should do? or say?" he asks you which makes you smile again. you just find it really cute that he really wants them to like him.

"uh.. don't get on the wrong side of my dad." you say.

"oh, well, thanks." he sarcastically says.

"my dad likes sports and with my mom.. just talk about what you do. talk about the drums and performing."

"okay." he says. "thank you." he kisses you before getting out the car.

you both walk up to the door and you put your hand out to knock, until roger stops you.

"what now?"

"if your dad doesn't like me, what'll i do?" he asks.

"nothing, you're screwed." you say before knocking. he mutters 'shit' under his breath multiple times and you can't help but laugh at him.

your mum answers the door and you hug her.

"hey, mum, this is roger." they shake hands and say hi. "so far so good." you whisper to roger and he rolls his eyes.

you both go into the house and you see your dad sat on the sofa with a beer. he's watching football.

"hi, dad." you say. he looks at you and grins. he gets up and hugs you. you haven't saw your parents in a while and it's nice to be back.

"hello, sweetheart. how are you?" he asks you.

"i'm good, thank you. dad, this is roger. my boyfriend." my dad looks at roger and smiles.

"hi." he says shaking your boyfriends hand. "do you want a beer?"

"oh, yeah, thank you." roger returns the smile. my dad goes into the kitchen to get a drink for roger.

"y/n, sweetie, do you want one?" your dad shouts over to you.

"no, thank you, i'll just have a water!" you shout back and you turn to roger. "see? there's nothing to worry about." you kiss him and your mum walks in.

your cheeks go red slightly, when you see your mum.

"sorry." you mutter to her and she just laughs. you and roger sit on the sofa next to each other, and your dad comes in to give roger the beer.

"how did you two meet?" your mum asks the both of you.

"um, we met at a concert." you tell her.

"oh, one of your concerts, roger?" you dad asks him.

"yeah, i saw her and i thought she was really pretty." he tells them. you blush and put your head down for a second. your mum smiles at you both, thinking that you two are adorable.

you and your mum start to talk about your work. your dad asks roger about sports, as you knew he would, and roger enjoyed talking about.

he was really worried that your dad was going to hate him, but he turned out that your dad started to like him very quickly.

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idk what this is but tbh i kinda like it.. i mean it could be better but ohh well 😴
sorry for any mistakesss
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