Roger Taylor Imagines and One-shots - Request open

Match made in heaven

Summary: both you and Roger have completely given up on love until you met each other.
26th August 1981
Your POV

"That's it I'm done!" I exclaimed picking up my handbag off the floor and standing up from the cafe table, "I give up. There is no bloody man in London that is interested in me, y/b/f/n (your best friends name)."

Y/b/f/n tried to stop me as I walked for the door. I'm just getting sick of her trying to find me someone that clearly isn't going love me. It's getting ridiculous.

"Y/n, wait there's one more!" Ignored her and continued to walk out the door trying to purposely avoid her, "y/n!" She yelled making me stop walking and turn around to face her right in the middle of the pathway.

"We've tried this so many times y/b/f/n! It's not working. And I'm sure whoever is planned next is not going to work either"

"Trust me. He is different. He is like you. I've known him for a long time and he is struggling to find someone. He's given up too"

I looked into her eyes to see if she was actually serious or not. I've known her for a long time and I could just tell she was being one hundred per cent serious right now.

"Fine. I'm free tonight at 6 tell the mystery guy to meet me at the bar near my house. You know which one" I turned my back on her and continued walking away.

Would I regret my decision to meet this man? Or even let y/b/f/n help me again? Who knows.
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I had on a long black dress that had a low neckline along with some gold heels to match my gold jewellery. I had my hair down and straightened and my lips painted flamenco red with just some natural makeup on the eyes.

I was sitting at the bar waiting for this man to arrive. I was told the basic stuff like his name, which was Roger and that he had blonde hair and blue eyes. Not my usual type but we could see how this goes.

On the speakers were playing 'The Chain' by Fleetwood Mac, people were dancing, getting drunk or high in attempts to go home with someone hooked on their arms. I hated seeing couples in the corners making out or people on dates flirting with each other and making each other laugh. It made me jealous that I'd never got that before.

"Are you y/n?" I turned around after hearing a male voice behind me call out my name. I looked him up and down and he matched the description. Blonde hair, blue eyes. He had on a white long-sleeved top, his buttons barely done and some black jeans on, "I'm Roger"

He put his hand out for me to shake it but I declined it and instead stood up to kiss his cheek instead. Gotta make the first move somehow,

"Well it's nice too met you, Roger. I saved you a seat"

He flashed me a smile before he could sit down on the barstool next to mine. He wasn't bad looking. He definitely has a lot of confidence and is giving off a really bad boy, rockstar vibe.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He asked with full confidence.

"A glass of pink Moscato sounds lovely too right now," I smiled and crossed my legs. I caught his little glimpse as I did that but I didn't mention it.

He then whistled at the bartender calling him to order our drinks.

"She will have a glass on pink Moscato and I'll just have a whiskey" The bartender took the order and then left to get them.