roger taylor imagines

pretty please?

"i don't know rog" you say, shaking your head a little. your boyfriend roger taylor wanted you to meet his bandmates after three whole months of you two dating.

"they're all desperate to meet you though, especially freddie" he tries to convince me. "pretty please?" he pouts his lips, making me chuckle slightly.

"they probably won't like me though and you know what i'm like around strangers, i get too anxious and run off somewhere, embarrassing myself." i really wasn't sure about this. roger puts a comforting hand on my arm.

"i promise you, as soon as you have met them all they will instantly feel like family to you. they'll love you okay?" i look down and sigh in defeat.

"okay fine" a wide smile grows on rogers face and attacks me in a hug resulting in me flying back on the bed. i couldn't help but smile because of how adorable he was being.

"i love you you know" he says in my ear. his face was nuzzled in my long and tangled hair which i, for some reason found quite comforting.

"i love you too rog. sometimes a little too much" he lets out a little laugh. "you can never love me too much baby" he says.

"you're too precious for this world." i tell him.
"as are you my love. as are you" he gets up off of me, standing up next to the bed.

i push myself up, leaning on my elbows and look at him.

"they're all at the studio now so we can meet them there" he says.
"oh god okay" i huff.
"you'll be fine" roger says, grabbing my hand.

we get into the car and head to the studio. i had never been there before and i don't know what to expect from it, but i was curious to see where all of the recordings of the greatest songs ever were done.

it was a short drive and i found myself messing with my bracelet, a gift from roger for valentines day. anxiety washed over me, my hands becoming clammy and my breathing becoming heavy and quick.

"you ready?" roger turns to me, one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other one on my thigh.

i shake my head "no, i'm gonna make a really bad first impression. i'm gonna make a fool of myself and probably hide away and then i'll never see any of them again because i'll be too embarrassed to show my face and-" i ramble on and roger brings his hand to my cheek.

"hey, i know how hard this is for you, but it'll be great. i'll be by your side the whole time, holding your hand. i won't let go of you if you don't want me to" he tells me.

"god you're making me sound like a five year old who's scared shitless having an injection or something" i chuckle.

"well i'm here anyway" roger laughs along. "you ready to meet them now?" he asks.

"i suppose" i say. roger smiles and kisses my temple.
"there's my girl" a smile tugs at the corners of my lips and we both get out of the car, walking hand in hand to the studio.

"sup shitheads" roger jokes as we walk in.

"hello to you too rog" a curly haired man says, rolling his eyes. roger had told me about the boys so i knew who they were and he was brian may.

"don't all come at once will you" roger says sarcastically, on about myself and my presence.

"oh she came!" freddie says, running up to me and roger and putting his arms out. "i'm freddie darling, how are you? is rog treating you as well as he should? are you excited to be finally meeting us?" he keeps asking.

"fred not so many questions, she's nervous enough." roger defends.

"i'm good thank you" i say, returning the hug. "i'm quite nervous, s-sorry" i stutter. "my anxiety is all over the place right now."

"oh no need to apologize my dear" he shows a toothy smile. he seemed very outgoing and loud, not at all shy.

brian walks over, more calmly than freddie and puts his hand out for me to shake. "i'm brian, sorry about fred he's just very excited to be meeting someone new" he smiles.

"it's okay, it's nice to meet you" i say and turn to the last member to be introduced.

"john deacon" he timidly says.
"hello" i smile softly at him. he shakes my hand and steps back.

roger leads me to the sofa and we both sit down, the three boys following.

"so this is y/n, the girl i've been telling you about." he smiles, looking at me. i smile, but keep my head down in shyness messing with rogers fingers that were locked with mine and resting my head on his shoulder.

"ah yes, we've heard so much about you love" freddie smiles, more calmly this time.

the boys talk for a while, me pitching in at some times, but not much. roger tells them how we started dating as boyfriend and girlfriend, embarrassing me some of the time.

"you two look like the perfect couple" brian comments and i smile, giving out a chuckle.

"oh you really do!" freddie exclaims and john also agrees. john, like me didn't say much. he just listened to the conversations made and adding in comments here and there.

even later i soon get tired, my eyes closing, begging for a rest but i fight, keeping them open. roger notices this and softly nudges me, my attention drawn to him.

"you wanna go home? i see you're getting really sleepy." he says. god i love him. i tiredly nod and we say our goodbyes to the boys outside, all of us heading to our homes.

i couldn't help but fall asleep in the car, the sound of the radio playing softly and the hum of the car engine relaxing me, making me even more sleepy if that was even possible.

roger gets me into the house and upstairs to our room. he lays me down on the bed and undresses me, getting my pyjamas on. as soon as i'm properly in bed, i fall back to sleep, as close as possible to roger as i can be.