Queen Imagines

Roger Taylor

 
  "Y/n. I-I'm breaking up with you."

"Oh. Okay. Well then," you swallow the lump in your throat, flash a weak smile and let out a breathy sigh, "that's unexpected."

You hadn't looked away from him since he's said that, to you he looked... Ashamed.

"Um- tea's done." You straighten back out and clap your hands, making Roger startle.

"Oh-uhm. Yes. Tea." He murmurs, following you awkwardly.

"How has recording been coming along?" You were bound and determined to carry on normally. You knew he'd be off after he finished his tea.

Roger hold the cup firmly, glancing at you, "it's gone well," he nods slowly, long lashes fluttering as he sighs, "we're at kind of a stand still recently though."

You let the words settle for a moment as he sips the hot liquid again.

"That's no good, Roger. Maybe you all just need a new muse." Smiling wearily you join the blonde in drinking the steaming cup.

"Guess so." He sighs again, suddenly seeming so tired, "I uh- I guess I better get going. Bri invited me over for dinner."

An awkward shuffle toward the sink and a huff and you're wanting to make time stand still. Not yet ready for the heavy weight on your chest to be released.

"Go out there and find your muse." You laugh, crossing your arms and following him to the door.

He turns suddenly, looking at you, and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, "goodbye y/n."

"Goodbye Roger." You whisper, shutting the door gently behind him as he leaves.

Not even a minute later you slide your back down the door and catch your head in your hands. Fat tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing on the hardwood.

A giant, shaky exhale and you force your head up, "you're going to be okay."

A false smile makes its way onto your face and you push yourself off the ground, violently wiping your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to you, Roger was fiercely trying to stave off his own alligator tears as he walked back to his car.

Once safely inside he let the tears flow freely, all of the sudden flowing from his tear ducts like waterfalls.

"Why GOD why?!" He lashes out suddenly, slamming his hands on the steering wheel, his head following their path.

How could he be so stupid to let a few words from people he doesn't know affect him. Not only him, but also the woman he was in love with.

"Oh god. What have I done?" He asks himself, running his hands through his hair, not bothering to dry his face as he pulls out and towards Brian's house.

Meanwhile, you were stood in front of your stove, zoned out as you finished your tea, soon to head to Johns.

Hopefully he wasn't at the studio... Or at Brian's. Dear lord you hoped he wasn't at Brian's, you needed your friend right now. Though, you didn't even know what you'd say, if anything at all.

You finish your tea quickly and grab your coat, slipping on some flat shoes before locking the door on your way out. Walking swiftly in hopes of getting to your car all the faster.

"Y/N!!"

Your name, followed by fast thundering steps makes you turn around quickly, startled.

"Oh John." You cry out, tears making a reappearance.

He reaches you just as you fall to your knees, softening your fall and pulling you into him.

"Roger told us all what he did. We were all at Brian's when he came in sobbing and stumbling about." John gets out as quick as he's ever spoke.