Queen Imagines

Brian May

(If your names Hayley use Rebecca.)

"No. I look ridiculous Hayley."  You turn toward your friend, eyebrows furrowed.

"You do not. Come on. You don't have time to change. Wear your white platforms with it." She urges, putting on her own shoes.

The two of you were headed to a concert. A Queen concert. You'd seen them a couple of times, no biggie. Only this time you were clad in dark yellow bell bottoms, a blue and white striped tank, and a dark wash denim jacket.

Now apparently, completed with your white platform clogs.

"No ones going to want to hang out after this." You groan, brushing your hair from your eyes and grabbing some glasses.

"Nonsense, dearest. You'll be hanging with the band."

You roll your eyes, "yeah, if only we had... no. Shut up."

She nods vigorously, "VIP tickets? We do, Dee got them for us. He said and early birthday present!"

You let your mouth hang open, "H-Hayley... I've gotta change the-"

"Nope! Gotta go. Gonna be late." She tugs on your wrist and locks the door behind her.

*at the venue*

"You didn't tell me only 10 people got VIP tickets!" You gasp, whisper yelling at her.

The concert had been amazing, they were definitely your current favorite band.

"Whoopsie." She shrugs, handing the two tickets to the bouncer.

He nods and lets you through, murmuring, "third door on the right."

All you notice is the clack of your shoes on the concrete, and the slight tug on your wrist, your hair swishing behind you.

"I'm gonna use the restroom first, you go on in." You reassure before she can protest, already half in the door, the noice from inside enticing and energetic.

Making sure she got in alright you continue down the hallway, finding a door labeled 'restroom', you make your way inside.

Closing your eyes as soon as the door shuts behind you, you take a deep breath, "this can't be real."

"Uhm... can I help you ma'am?" A voice sounds softly from in front of you.

Your eyes fly open, apologies spewing from your lips immediately, "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just needing a quiet place to breathe." You hand goes to the door knob.

"No. It's alright dear. You can stay. That's actually what I'm here for, before I head back to the dressing room." The man laughs breathily, looking at you through the mirror.

Though despite looking at you he continues to fluff his hair.

"Brian May. And I didn't catch your name." He smiles sweetly, turning and crossing his arms as he leans against the sink.

"I didn't throw it. But, Y/n L/n. You were really good tonight." You return his smile, hoping he didn't think you were a crazy fan.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I like your shoes." Tapping his shoe against yours, you look down at your feet, noticing he had on a pair almost identical to yours.

"Heh. Yeah. I've had them forever. They make me a bit taller." The pair of your laughs echo through the tiled space.

"None of the others appreciate my shoe choices. Well, all except Deaky." Brian rubs his neck awkwardly.

"Understandable. Shoot, we should probably get back. My friend is probably in your dressing room." You blush, suddenly shifting nervously.

"Right, yes." He reaches for the door, smiling down at you, "after you y/n."

"The main reason I need to get back is to make sure she doesn't smother Roger." You take a second to laugh, "she loves him."

He joins you in laughter as the two of you walk down the hallway, voices becoming louder as you near the room.

Brian opens the door when you reach it, allowing you in first, "boys this is    y/n."

"Hello darling!" Is heard, as well as several other greetings.

You take notice that Hayley is sitting opposite of Roger in a pretty intense game of Scrabble.

Surprisingly, not very many people were left, just a pair of guys talking to Mr. Mercury and John Deacon.

"People don't stay very long, huh Rog?" Brian asks the focused blonde as he sits beside him, motioning for you to take the seat next to him.

"Bye dears!" An energetic voice resounds around the room, followed by a door closing.

"Now darlings. To a bar? Oh you all are... engaged." Freddie muses, looking at Hayley, Roger, and you intensely focused.

"I think we could go to a bar. Y/n?" Brian replays, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm down if we're invited. I wouldn't want to impose." You respond politely, glancing over at Hayley, who was now locked in a staring contest with Roger.

"Nonsense darling. You and your friend will always be welcome. Especially because of how quickly Bri took to you." Fred winks, strutting towards the door, "come along."

The group of you follow Freddie out of the room, and out of the venue, to the cars then to the bar. You and Brian talking the whole way.