Classic rock imagines

Peter Frampton part 1

It was late at night and you were sitting on the side of the road. Your boyfriend had just abandoned you and you were balling your eyes out, your head buried in your knees. It was stupid to be crying over some dumbass that just left right? A guy walks out of the bar, a cigarette between his lips.
"Hello miss do you have a lighter?" He politely asks
You hand him a lighter, not letting another tear slip from your eye.
"I'm peter by the way."
"Y/n." You reply
"You must be freezing out here."
"It's fine." You smile
"Sorry by the way, my friends broke my lighter." He chuckles
" no problem at all."
"So are you here with someone? I would invite you inside with my friends but I wouldn't want to scare you off."
His friends stumble out of the bar, obviously shitfaced.
"Who's the pretty girl?" One says
"Hey man don't scare off Peters bird!" The other shouts
"They seem fun." You laugh while rolling your eyes.
You thought peter had walked away so you pulled your knees tightly to your chest, letting your head fall and rest on your knees. You noticed the guys were all there, quietly chatting. Peter stayed next to you. Soon after peters friends go back into the bar. Peter decides to keep you company, starting up a conversation. You learnt about how he was in a band with his friends and he was hoping to make it big. He was quite charming and very polite. He stood up, brushing his pants off.
"I'm not exactly sure what it is you were crying about but I sure hope it gets better soon. Would you wanna go out sometime?"
You sit there in shock. You honestly didn't think he had any interest in you whatsoever.
"I- uh- yea, yea I'll go out with you." You handed him your address and phone number. Little did you know that was the beginning to a very good relationship....