roger taylor imagines

imagine 42 - moving in

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umm.. UEJWJSNDHEJS ^^
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you wake up in roger's bed and roger isn't next to you. you hear music in the kitchen.

you walk out of the bedroom and you see roger in the kitchen, making breakfast. he's shirtless and he only has his boxers on.

"hey, good morning, gorgeous." he says pulling you close to him.

"hi." you smile, tiredly. he puts an arm around you while he cooks the bacon. you put both of your arms around his waist.

"what are you doing today?" he asks lightly kissing the top of your head.

"well, i need to go back to my apartment." you tell him.

"no, you don't." he groans. "please stay. just one more night."

"i can't. i've ran out of clean underwear." you chuckle.

"wear mine." he shrugs.

"piss off." you laugh. you sit at the kitchen table.

"i hate sleeping without you." he sighs.

"i know, sweetie." you say. "but, i'll stay tomorrow. i haven't been to my apartment in days."

"well, how about you don't go to your apartment, and stay here with me?" he turns to you.

"i told you-"

"no, y/n. how about you move all your stuff here and stay." he leaves the bacon, and he sits next to you. "do you wanna move in with me?"

you look at him and smile.

"of course i do!" you hug him and he hugs you back.

"so, we're gonna start moving your stuff here today?" he grins.

"yeah." you kiss him. "i love you."

"i love you more." he kisses you again and you couldn't be happier.

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short one, sorryyyyy