roger taylor imagines

imagine 52 - your name?

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THEY'RE SO CUTE, MY HEARTTT 🥰♥️ also i didn't know what to call this 🤷‍♀️
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you sit in the bar, a shot glass next to you on the dark wood you're resting your arms and head on.

you're not that drunk, you've only had a few shots of vodka.

you're in a bar full of strangers because you've had a pretty shitty day. you found out that your ex has got a new girl friend, even though you broke up last week. you were with him for 2 years and he was the first guy you've ever loved.

you sigh before getting up out of your seat, and you pay the bartender for all the drinks.

you make your way outside. it's all dark but you here some shouting round the corner. being nosy, you look round the corner and see two people in a fight. about three people around them were trying to get them apart.

you don't know these people, so you shouldn't get involved. but you wanted to know what would is gonna happen.

when the three people break them up, they make sure one of the guys that was fighting is okay. you guess that they're all friends.

the other guy, however, just walks away like nothing happened.

he sees you, and you both just look at each other for a second, until he turns around and walks down the dimly lit street.

you jog up to him, and you get out of breath a little.

"uh, excuse me?" you say, getting his attention.

"what?" he mutters. you know that this random guy is drunk, you can hear it in his voice.

"are you okay?" you worry a little when ypu see his nose bleeding.

"i'm fine." he replies coldly. it goes silent but you carry on walking next to him. "y'know you shouldn't be out here at this time, especially around this part of town."

"yeah, well i'm pretty sure i'll be okay." you answer with a slight smile. "what happened with that guy?"

"that's not your business. i don't even know you." he looks down at you and it's the first time you've properly seen his face, in light anyway.

he has precious blue eyes like diamonds, and gorgeous, soft blonde hair. it's so pretty you want to just run your hands through it.

"well, i'm y/n." you tell him. "now you know me."

he rolls his eyes and chuckles. he still doesn't tell you.

"stop being so childish and tell me." you stand in front of him. he looks at you and smiles before looking to the right.

"come here, then." he says, walking up to a bench. you follow him and sit down. "so, basically.. i spilt a drink on him, by accident. he got mad and i laughed so he pushed me and i pushed him back. then when i went outside we just started to fight again."

"oh.." you say.

"yeah.." he looks at the ground.

"your nose is bleeding." you inform him. "here."

you pass him a tissue out of your purse and he thanks you. he can't clean it properly, because he's too drunk and he can't see it.

"okay, let me just do it." you chuckle. you take the tissue and you clean the blood away.

he just stares at you while you do it.

"you're really pretty." he speaks up.

"and you're really drunk." you reply, with a smirk.

"no, i mean it." he places a cold hand on your cheek. "you're beautiful."

he leans in and gently kisses your lips. but you pull away.

"i don't even know you." you say, exhaling.

"i'm roger." he answers. "now you know me." he repeats what you said earlier. you look down and laugh.

he lifts your head up and kisses you again.

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meh, idk about this one