Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines

Down Boy - Roger

"go on in love, I'll get us drinks," Roger said, his hand leaving my lower back as he walked towards the bar. tonight we were at a Beatles concert whilst they were in town, I had gotten Roger the tickets for his birthday with him being a big fan of them and all. 

I walked through the crowded crowd, bumping into people on my way to find a free space. I didn't have to worry about Roger not being able to find me with the help of my fabulous outfit that I had planned out weeks in advance.

I finally found a space where me and Roger could see and it was next to the fire exit near the wall, I leaned up against the wall and watched Roger who was looking around the club whilst waiting for our drinks to be served. he looked so beautiful, how am I with him? I really don't deserve him. 

"excuse me, are you here with anyone?" I heard a rusty British accent ask from slightly next to me but behind me at the same time. I slowly turned around and saw a man in a hat that was covering his face and in a stage-ready outfit, something about all of him looked very familiar

"Yeah, I am" I responded keeping it short and simple

"not a boyfriend I hope, I'd like to meet you after the show maybe show you around my dressing room if you get what I mean" the mysterious man kept speaking to me. the only man allowed to speak to me like that was and is Roger. 

"perhaps if you didn't treat women like toys and actually showed interest in them and not what they're wearing or what's underneath more like, then you would have the slightest chance!" I exclaimed, there has been one to many times I have had to deal with these type of people 

"maybe this can change your mind" he continued then lifted his face so that his hat wasn't obscuring it and he was in the light. did Paul McCartney just try to shag me? wow, okay. 

"still not a chance pretty boy" I replied standing my ground, I felt a hand on my lower back and If it wasn't the light British accent that made my heart flutter then I would still know who it was instantly. 

"shouldn't you be getting ready. I'm not an expert but none of my band members are chatting up ladies before the show, we're all getting ready to please our fans who payed good money to see us" Roger interrupted with good timing, eyeing up Paul

"you're another student college band with mediocre talent, especially you, you're just a pretty face, I'm not even sure if you would count as talent" Paul fought back, looking smug as ever. I went to take a step forward to slap him one but I felt Roger give a light tug on my arm, holding me back 

"from what I heard you wanted my las and from what you're showing of how little personality you have, she would never bat an eyelash at you" Roger defended me and himself 

"please, I could have her on her knees in a second" McCartney responded smirking like a mad man. throughout this fight I watched the jealousy spread across Roger's face more and more and it was becoming unbearable to watch anymore. I pulled my arm away from Roger's hand harsher than intended and swung my fist, forcefully into Paul's jaw causing it to drip blood ever so slightly. how could someone be such an ass to women. 

I turned back around to face Roger once Beatle boy had scrambled out of our way and saw the smile on his face and glow in his eyes "what?" I asked, laughing 

"nothing. nothing at all" Roger laughed back, shaking his head slightly. he had seen me multiple times stand up for myself and each time he looked more and more surprised.