Bohemian Rhapsody and the boys of Queen

RA: Confessing the truth to the rest; Queen x teen reader

*Author's note*

Okay guys I think I should explain myself here since I did it through tumblr but not on here (at least I think I didn't but if I did I'll remind you anyways). Okay so for the next several chapters of Rock Angel they will be dealing with some real life stuff (including Bri/Anita scandal, Freddie's AIDS/Death, and other dark themes in some other chapters) So in order to balance all that stuff out, I'm gonna be jumping back to do some Filler chapters/bonus chapters which include this one. This takes place after "Protective Taylor" so in case you're a little lost, go back and read that then read this part.

So yeah the next real chapter will be the final Queen tour which will take me time cause I'm gonna include three different concerts including Roger's bday. But I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well as the other fillers/bonus chapters until I get around to writing the "It's a kind of magic tour" chapter. 

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It was almost a week since I had told Roger the truth about my parent's death and what my real homelife was like before I got the internship with the guys. And I was so fortunate that he kept the secret like he promised, if ever the other three wanted to bring the conversation back to what happened a week ago, Roger would redirect the question back to a song they needed to work on or just tell them straight forward to drop it.

I was currently finishing up some of Miami's papers that needed his attention and was about to head on up to his office to give them to him, when I felt Roger wrap his arms around me from behind in a hug.

"Hey Rog." I said.

"Hello lovie." I felt him kiss the back of my head. I turned towards him and he rubbed my arms up and down. "I'm sorry about the interrogation earlier, I tried to get Brian to drop it—"

"It's okay. Though couldn't you have gone a little less protective?"

"Hey. No one tries to interrogate my girl but me."

"Oh and why must it be you that can only do that?"

"Well isn't it obvious? You're an official Taylor. And if my sister can be interrogated by me, than so can you." As he said the last part of his 'royal decree' he gently bopped my nose with his index finger. I smiled up at him and he grinned down at me.

It was then I also began to notice that Roger had that solemn look in his eyes. The look that just showed he was hiding a heartbreaking secret.

"And......I know what it's like."

"What do you mean?" he sighed and said.

"Come with me."

"But I—I need to get these papers up to Miami before he flips." He took them and called for another assistant to come and take care of it. Before I could protest, he took my hand and guided me over towards the wreck room and we went inside a pantry closet. "Uhh Rog, why did you bring me to a pantry closet?"

"Sorry, it's the one place I knew where we'd be private when I tell you this. Because—not even the boys know about this. Not Deacy, not Brian or even Freddie."

"Roger what is it you're scaring me." I asked worriedly. He took a deep breath in before exhaling out.

"I know—what it's like. To be on the opposite end of—an abusive family figure." No, not him.

"You—you mean you were......"

"My old man was—strict. About everything. What he wanted in life, how the house should be done, how his children should behave and act. He was more like a drill sergeant than a father. Most of it was directed at my mum. Mostly verbal stuff like your aunt and uncle did to you. But get a drink in him and he—" I immediately hugged him.