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sevenseas-queen · 5 years

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Imagine | Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Y/n wanted to imagine.

AU: Singer!Y/n

Pairings: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst. Heartbreak. Talks about messing about. Language!

A/n: part two of 7 rings! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed it! Means a lot to me! Based off of song called Imagine by Ariana Grande. Since it fits the vibe. Lyrics will be bolded and italic! I hope you guys enjoyed this part two! I kinda wanted to take it a different route but I forgot to outline my plan. So here it is! I’m sorry it’s very bad. Send me asks or comment to be added to either taglist!! Also send me your asks about this part two! IF THIS FLOPS IMMA CRY 🤧

7 rings

The rain poured down as the thunder rumbled out in the sky. Y/n was curled on her sofa watching some soap opera. A loud knock was coming from her front door, a tired sigh escaped her lips.

You got up off of the couch and walked slowly to the door. The knocking continued making you slightly annoyed.

“Oh, for fuck sakes chill the fuck-“, you rage out as you unlocked the door but stopped mid sentence when you locked eyes with a soaked Roger. You gasped and pulled him in quickly.

“You’re gonna get pneumonia!”, You exclaim as you ran to grab a towel from down the long hall. Roger sulked behind you, as he started to sniffle loudly, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Are you okay?”

“She-She cheated!”, He yelled out as he furrowed his eyebrows in anger. Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape.

“I know that feeling. Karma is a-“

“Don’t you say it.”, he pleaded stepping closer to you. Your eyes scanned his whole body. He was dripping wet like a wet dog. His eyes were red and puffy.

“Crying over a groupie?”, You ask trying not to laugh at his heartbreak. He shredded the wet jean jacket off of his body and it landed on the wood flooring with a wet flop.

“I’m crying because you were right all along. No one will ever love me, the way you did. I miss you. I miss everything about you. I miss the way you would pull me into your arms after our shows, even if I was sweaty. I miss the way your laugh would fill the room with happiness. I miss the way you and I sang to each other in the middle of the night-“

You placed a finger on his lips. “I knew it.”

He chuckled lightly, as his hands cupped your face. “Can we start over?”

“I don’t know can we?”, You say wiggling your eyebrows. He groaned out.

“Don’t pull a Bri and be cryptic-“

“Yes.”, You whisper looking up at him with a smile.

“May I kiss you?”, He says as his finger stroked your cheek in admiration.

He didn’t wait for your answer. Roger leaned in as you held your breath.

“You’re gonna have to be more slicker than that, love.”, You say as you turn your face quickly. His lips met your cheek as you laughed. He pulled away in confusion.

“I’m just glad to have you all to myself again.”, he says with a smirk.

“Imagine.”

Y/n sat up from her bed, clutching her chest. The sweat pricked her forehead. The pale moonlight made its way into the cold room. She shook off the covers, trying to find the lamp switch. The dream kept her from sleeping and even eating. It was eating her soul inside and out. All she wanted to do was imagine.

You yawned deeply as the coffee was being poured into your ceramic mug. Your best friend, Anna had stopped by to see how you were doing. Judging by the eye bags and moodiness, you weren’t doing well.

“This is your fourth cup.”, She says as she sets down the coffee pot back onto the stove. You added sugar to the cup, your eyes followed her movements as the spoon stirred around in the mug.

“Okay? Don’t have to be judgemental, Annabeth.”, You said as the cup was being pulled up to your mouth. Anna sighed, her hands folded underneath her arms.

“Y/n, you haven’t left your house in ages.”

“Two weeks. I’ve been in my house for two weeks not two years, Anna!”, You yell out as the mug was placed down on the table carefully. Anna rolled her hazel eyes and screamed like a schoolgirl.

“God, you’re so stupid it hurts for me to see you this way! Tour starts in a week! You haven’t been to rehearsals-“

You scoff at her rant making her stop mid way. “If I’m the stupid one then why are you here trying to help me?”

Anna breathed in, her fists clenched into her palms, you could already see the bitch fit she was fixing to throw down at you. “Without you there would be no arenas filled of people chanting out your name!”

You scrunch your nose up at her weak comeback. Anna laughed as she threw a kitchen towel at you.

“I had the dream again.”, you say killing the mood between you and your best friend. Anna knitted her eyebrows in confusion.

“The one where-“

“Yes! It keeps on bloody happening and I don’t know what to do. I can’t eat or even sleep. It is killing me. Knowing that he is with her and not me!”, You say sadly as your bottom lip started to quiver. Anna came running to you and pulled you into a crushing hug.

“It’ll get better! I promise. Let’s get ready for our tour.”, Anna persuades as she urged you to follow her.

“Love how my face fits so good in your neck.”

Roger pulled Y/n in a bone crushing hug before her flight departures off to the states for four months. Months that would mean years to Roger. You smiled against his skin, he shivered lightly. Probably blaming it on the cold later.

“Be careful but have fun!”, He whispers in your ear before he could pulled away. You nodded in his neck and tried to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I will try. I really wish you guys tagged along, EMI would of loved having a band and a record seller singer tour together.”, You implied as you pulled away from him. Roger shook his head at your comment.

“We’d get kicked out of the states if that happened, Y/n.”

You hummed in response, enjoying the silence that followed. No reporters or flashing cameras in sight, making you feel private in the airport with your ex lover.

You leaned against the railing admiring the sun set. “I’ll have to be going soon.”

“Let’s just stay here for a while. It-it feels nice.”, he says trying to cover up the trip over his words with a smirk.

“Did you just stutter?”, You ask trying not to laugh, meeting his eyes.

Roger started to walk away in a playful manner but nothing about that walk gave that hint away. You quickly felt regret, chasing after him.

Roger turned around quickly, making you trip over your feet. You landed on your butt with a groan. His laugh echoed throughout the half empty airport. Roger stuck out his hand for you as you pulled yourself up.

“Over dramatic, Roger.”, You say as you pushed his shoulder lightly, he chuckled deeply.

“You look beautiful.”, he whispered as he looked into your y/e/c eyes.

Quickly looking down, you tapped your foot nervously against the carpeted flooring. “I know.”, You said as you turned away from him.

“Y/n! Wait!”, Roger calls out as he tried to move past the crowds that came swarming in.

Y/n waved down Annabeth who had been searching for her this whole time. Her worried friend pulled her into a side hug before walking with her down the ramp. Y/n could hear Roger’s calls but she couldn’t turn back. This was her goodbye. A goodbye that meant they were both hurting but not in love.

The tears skidded down Y/n’s cheeks as Anna wipes them away with her cold fingers. “They’re waiting on us. Lets go.”, Anna calmly says as she stopped at the entrance of the private plane. Y/n nodded sourly. Turning her head once more before catching the sight of an angry Roger stopped by security.

“Kiss me and take off your clothes.”

Y/n was halfway across the country enjoying her time. In reality it has been four months of hell. Y/n tried calling Roger but only Freddie answered. Sometimes they didn’t answer at all. Y/n had spiraled down very quickly, to guys that hung around after the shows.

“Y/n! Wake the hell up!”, Jade your assistant called out through the door. You tossed and turned, your head hitting a toned chest.

“What the-“

“Y/n.”, the voice says tiredly, ignoring your state of mind. You quickly got up out of the bed, wrapping the nearest piece of clothing around your bare body.

“Get out.”, You say, shutting your eyes to give the guy some privacy. He sighed as he got up out of the bed.

His back to you, the silk robe was on the armchair inches from you. Scurrying to throw it on, the guy cleared his throat. “You have my shirt, sweets.”, he smirked at your confused state. You blinked down at the shirt you were now clutching and back up at the guy. You threw it at him as you gave him a disgusted look.

“Last night was amazing. Best hea-“

“Get. Out. Now.”, You say through gritted teeth as you pointed towards the door feet from the both of you. Jade still banged on the door.

“Are you dead, Y/n?”, Jade comments for the twentieth time in the span of ten minutes.

You rolled your eyes, “No Jade! For fucks sake, buzz off.”

“Just checking! We have guests so hurry!”, She says before kicking the door slightly as she ran off down the hall. You groaned out as the guy grabbed his other belongings.

“You seem stressed. Are you sure you don’t wanna…”

“Get the fuck out of my room, mate. Before I kill you.”, you threaten towards the guy who had thrown his hands up in protest. He fiddled with the door before turning around.

He shrugged at you, “What?”, You ask trying to hold a steady expression.

“Call me.”, he says as you pushed him out of the doorway and into the hallway. He stumbles a little ways, as he catches himself and adjusts his non existent collar of his shirt, a smirk was placed on his lips.

“In your dreams playboy.”, You say with a smile, tossing the bag he had placed by the door later night, back at him. He scoffed at your action and muttered something under his breath. “Have a nice life!”, You say as you start to shut the door.

“Y/n!”, a voice chirps out happily, you easily recognizes it as Freddie’s. You poke your head out slightly, raising an eyebrow. Freddie has the whole band with him behind him. They watched the whole facade of you and the random guy. Brian and Deacy looked absurd while Roger crossed his arms over his chest ignoring eye contact. Roger gave the guy that stumbled out of your hotel room a ‘go to hell’ look and scoffed at your attire, that he caught a glimpse of.

“Can we come in?”, Freddie asks peeping through the top of your head to see the clean hotel room. Biting your lip in concentration while viewing the red dirty carpet. A soft, “I guess.”, escaped your lips.

You sway the door open lightly, the light from hallway making a small shadow of light. You switched the lamp on before making your way to the bathroom.

Your left hand met your face as you groaned, sliding down the door. “The time for a get together after a night out. How exciting!”, You say with a crunch of your nose.

You wanted to know how everyone doing and why they ignored you, but most of all you wanted to know how Roger was doing. Roger seemed off, judging by what he just saw he doesn’t want any partake in what is going to happen after your shower.

“Knew you were perfect after the first kiss.”

Roger was nowhere to be seen during the brunch date between his bandmates and Y/n. They talked about the album they were soon going to record to asking about the routings. No one seemed to bring up the day Y/n left Roger in the airport alone and angry. It made Y/n a little bit better in a way but also worried.

“I see you have been getting out of your comfort zone.”, Brian asks as he sips on his tea. Deacy smiles at your pale faced reaction.

“Oh shut it. It’s not like I let them-“

“But darling you do let them touch you.”, Freddie adds in completely cutting you off. He raised his eyebrows as his eyes were blinded by the shades he wore, judging you with every move you made. You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted like a child. “We never knew you’d be like that. We always knew Roger would-“

“Enough about him. Enough about what Roger did to me. Enough about the way I want to live my life!”, You say angrily, tossing the hand napkin in your chair. Everyone grew quiet. The people all around us all stopped eating their food, listening in the conversation. “Why are my best friends judging me? Have I ever judged you all in a way? I have to move on from hi-I have too be able to love myself before I can ever love anyone else!”, the tears started to prick at your tired eyes, your hands shook uncontrollably. Turning sharply on your heel, you collided into a body. “Excuse me.”

The person moved out your way, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving. You look up while the tears slowly fell from your eyes. “Can we talk?”, Roger says lightly as he brushed away the tears with his thumb. Pulling away from his grip, it took you seconds to leave the beautiful restaurant. A sob escaped your lips as you pushed passed the small crowd of people outside the restaurant.

“Y/n!”, Roger called as he followed behind you. Making sure not to lose you this time. He was hot on your heels as he grabbed you lightly, turning you around to meet his face. He frowned at your tear stained face and red eyes.

“Hey, I just want to-“

Your lips pressed up against his. Cutting him off before he could say another word. He pulled you closer to him as your hands wrapped around his neck for support. Roger started to kiss back as he tasted the coffee that were on your lips. He pulled away as he his fingers to touch his lips, you were foreign to him.

“You don’t get to do that.”, He says harshly as he lets go of you. You look him in the eyes, searching for an answer. Roger started to turn on his heel.

“I’m sorry.”, You whisper as your bottom lip quivers but Roger couldn’t hear you. He was too busy walking away from you, ignoring the moment that was shared. A moment that you missed.

There Y/n stood in the middle of a busy city. The sun poked through the clouds while the sadness came upon her. All Y/n had to do was imagine. All she wanted to do was love him but you can’t be nothing without yourself

“This is a pleasure.”

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sevenseas-queen · 5 years

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7 Rings | Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Y/n get what she wants.

AU: Singer!Y/n

Pairings: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader or just the og Roger Taylor! Whoever you prefer.

Warnings: drug usage mentioned, drinking, vulgar language, we love an ex?, HELLA ANGST. Oof I’m on a roll today :)

A/n: based off of song, 7 rings by Ariana Grande. It kinda follows the lyrics- I mean just read to find out sisters. :) also peep some of my (shitty) creative skills tryna cover up shit. Catch them if you can? I literally had no intention taking it this far but here we are. Also drugs aren’t cool. Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with all that jazz. Also, I know 7 rings is supposed to be like a hype song but hey I’m very emotional when I write. Lyrics are in bold and italic! We love cliff hangers too as well! BE SURE TO REBLOG AND LIKE! Send in your thoughts about this too! Asked to added to my taglist too! Bye loves! ❤️🤟🏼

Y/n Y/l/n, the world loved her. She pleased others with her voice. Sending love to many with just one smile and a touch of the hand. She was a goddess to the music industry and no one denied it.

Y/n was mostly famous for her relationship with the drummer of upcoming band called, Queen. Young love turned into shattered hearts and the rest was history.

Y/n was more of a wild child acting like brat, throwing fits left and right. Her royalty masked with betrayal and disgust. Who could blame the poor girl? She lost someone who treated her like a Queen and in return she got 7 rings.

“She is hosting the biggest after party in London!”, Freddie claimed as he got ready, searching for the jacket Brian had last wore.

“Who?”, Roger asked with the raise of his eyebrow. Freddie rolled his eyes at his best friend.

“Y/n. Now everyone get ready!”, He yells out as he found the jacket on the desk in the corner of the huge flat. Roger sulked in the sofa whole Deacy gave him an apologizing look.

“I’ll stay home.”, Roger insisted as he grabbed the half empty bottle of beer from the coffee table. He took a long swig, trying to calm his nerves in the pit of his stomach.

Brian laughed at Roger’s remark, “You’ll have girls under your arms tonight-“

“They’re not Y/n. Piss off Brian.”, The drummer said as he set down the now empty bottle of beer. Brian rolled his eyes as he walked away from him.

Roger sighed as he got up from his seat. He did want to attend. He wanted to see you. He wanted to do everything but that. Freddie would tell him to join either way.

That is what Roger did. Joining his bandmates for a party hosted by his ex girl friend. How cliche could it get?

Y/n was wild and fearless during after parties. Drinking to dancing on strangers, she was the prime example of a kid high off of sugar.

“Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble.”

The leather pants showed off your curves in every exposing way. While the vintage blouse showed off some of your skin, the skull and roses tattoo lingered down the side of your body in awe. It was his favorite outfit and it was begging you to be worn.

“A party for royals”, you exclaimed as you poured the champagne into fancy wine glasses. Your guests cheered out, as they took the glasses off of the silver platter and into their hands.

You sipped on your champagne as you watched your longtime friend, Freddie Mercury boldy appear through the opened front door. His bandmates followed right behind in the same manner, bold and intimidating.

“Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch.”

Your eyes met Roger’s, you breathed in just as the champagne got caught in your throat. You turned away from his gaze quickly, coughing your lungs out as you tried to regain your breathing back. You tried to hold back the tears as you cleared your stinging throat.

“Darling!”, Freddie yelled out as he pulled you into a squeezing side hug. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and you returned the favor.

“My dear Freddie! How is everything and everyone?”, You question out trying to avoid Roger’s glare at you.

“No time for small talk! Lets get drunk! Your album hit top of the charts. Congrats darling!”, Freddie says as he waves over a waiter with drinks on the platter. The boys smiled slightly at Freddie’s comment on congratulating you.

“Give me a moment.”, You say as you stepped away from the band. You went past the huge crowds of drunk people grinding on each other.

You went to the bathroom, viewing yourself in the mirror. The countertops filled with unknown substances. You crunched your nose up in disgust. “For love of Christ, this is a mess.”, You say to yourself rubbing your hands the hand towel.

You sighed, “You got this.”, as your hands met atop of your styled hair.

The crowd gotten bigger during your little escape to the bathroom. Freddie was off in the crowd as his other bandmates sat at the table on your left. Roger threw something at Brian angrily as you waltzed your way to them.

“Roger, leave Bri alone.”, you warned as you took a seat next to him. The closest you’ve gotten to him in the time of your break up. It felt wrong but at the same so right.

The knot in your stomach churned as he stopped what he was doing. His whole body language changed along with his angry demeanor. “Y/n?”

“Yes, that’s me?”, You answer as you took his drink bringing it to your lips. You got bold in teasing him. Roger watched like a boy under a witches spell, full of confusion.

Deacy cleared his throat. “Hi, Deacy!”, You yell over the booming music. He gave you a small wave before getting up out of the seat.

“Y/n, slow down.”, Brian warned as he watched you grab another drink off of a waiters platter, speeding past the table. Roger scoffed at your needy action. You rolled your eyes as you chugged down the drink. “You said you’d stop.”, Brian continues as he tried to take away the drink from you. Y/n knew what he was talking about. The pain glorified in something else.

Y/n laughed and shook her head. “Freddie said get drunk! So here I am getting dr-“

“Come on Y/n. I’m taking you home.”, Roger suggests as he lightly grabbed onto your arm.

“I did stop. I swear, Brian. I-“

“Come on, Y/n! You’re not fooling anyone.”, Roger says as he lets you go. Brian didn’t stay long to watch how this reunion played out. He went to search for Freddie and Deaky.

You raised an eyebrow, biting the corner of your lip inside of your cheek. “I have no idea what you’re fucking talking about, Roger!”, You say stepping up to Roger.

“I’m taking you home. Before you regret doing something stupid.”, He fires back trying to hold the steadiness in his voice.

“Wearin’ a ring, but ain’t gon’ be no ‘Mrs.’ “

Y/n messed with the ring on her right ring finger. The ring that Roger has given her long before they even started dating. He called it a ‘friendship’ promise ring. Her friendship with him was nothing friendly. It was more intimate and interesting. Feelings got involved, changing the use of the ring that used to be placed on her ring finger.

Roger looked out the window, not glancing at Y/n. He didn’t want to create small talk with her. He wanted to get her home safely before she got involved in something that would ruin her reputation.

“Roger…are you not coming inside?”, You ask again snapping the drummer out of his thoughts. He looked up at you and nodded.

The limo drove off as Y/n made it up her staircase with ease. Roger following behind her for precaution.

Once inside Y/n breathed in happily. Her hands fiddled with the shirt she had on. Roger switched on the lights of the house and smiled. Everything still looked the same except their photos were no longer up and about the house.

“Thank you, I guess?”, You question out as you slipped out of your boots. He nodded with a sad smile.

“Say something.”, You plea as you walked towards him. Roger shook his head no as your body was pressed against his.

“You are drunk. Let’s get you to bed.”, He says as he pulls away. You pout and stomp your foot down like a child. Roger rolled his eyes.

“I miss you.”, You say after your lip quivers violently. Your hand goes up to your mouth trying to cover up the sob.

“I’ve moved on.”, Roger says weaving past your sobbing sate. Roger did find someone new but they weren’t exclusive yet. His new girl couldn’t compare to Y/n in any way. His heart belonged to you but the past is in the past. All you need now is a friend and support system, Roger is going to be there for that.

You blinked away the tears, no longer feeling the sadness. Crying in front of man who no longer loved you was embarrassing. You wiped away the tears from your eyes and sniffled.

“Get out.”, You say as you slipped out the shirt you had on. Not caring if he gotten a glimpse of you in your black bra. You grabbed the old t shirt off of the couch.

“We aren’t done here-“

“Well I am so leave.”, You say as the cool cotton fabric cooled you off. Roger threw you an angry look. If you could picture a pissed off cartoon with steam coming out of his ears, it would be him.

Roger stomped over to you. His hands going to the sides of your waist. “You promised.”, he whispered moving the hair out of your hairs. You nodded, keeping your gaze on him.

“I kept my promise. I’m sober and I’m doing better. I-“, Roger gave you a quick kiss on this cheek. An excuse to make you stop rambling on about you sobering up.

Pulling Y/n in a hug Roger felt the tears prickle his eyes. He cleared his throat as you rubbed his back.

“I’ll be going now. You take care, Y/n.”, Roger says as he pulled away from your loving grip. His warmth lingered on you.

Y/n watched him as he left through the front door. She tried everything not to break down and throw a fit. She had to move on, if Roger could. She could.

“Whoever said money can’t solve your problems.”

The flashing lights started to give Y/n a headache. The shades over her eyes only made it worse. The reporters were all talking crazily, making the voices squeak out in her head.

“One at a time please!”, You say unto the small mic that was placed onto the table. They all shut up for a second before continuing on.

You sighed bringing up a hand to meet your face.

“Y/n, we heard that at your after party there were heavy substances involved. Is that true?”, A blonde asked as she put the tape recorder up to where she could catch your answer.

You laughed, “I invite and people listen. Now where did you hear such a thing, love?”, You say as you rolled your eyes at her. She scoffed and shook her head.

A click of the camera to your left got your attention, giving a brunette man a chance to get his question thrown at you. “You recently was spotted out with your ex lover-“

“He wanted to make sure that I made it home safely.”, You protest as you sipped on the coffee your assistant gave you.

“Y/n! Over here!”

“Y/n, do you know that your parties are expensive?”

The questions went on and on. Y/n ignored them all as she made herself comfortable while sipping the coffee. Your manager looking beyond pissed at your actions, you simply didn’t care at this point.

“Y/n how do you feel about being a whore?”

“Excuse me?”, You say leaning up from your position in the chair. The blonde haired women smirked as she jotted down your actions on her paper. The reporters gone quiet, only the sound of cameras flashing were to be heard.

“I came here to answer about my album. Not about my well being. Now tell me, do you go around calling people whores?”, You ask as you gotten up out of your seat.

“You’re all over the place-“

“The only thing that’s all over the place is your lipstick, dear. Have a good day, everyone!”, You say huffing angrily. The reporters raged out as you slammed the door of the press room on them.

Your manager, Tom shook his head. Handing you a lit cigarette to calm you down. You politely declined, “I stopped smoking. Gives me a bad image.”

“You don’t care about your image. You know that.”, Tom says as he stomped down on the cancer stick. You flipped him off and shrugged.

Tom was right Y/n didn’t care about her image anymore. She cared about getting the man she loved back at all costs.

“I don’t mean to brag.”

“The term a queen is never late is so out of its text.”, You said as you tunes the guitar waiting in Freddie to appear.

Moments later you heard his booming voice from outside the door along with two other voices. You continued to play the guitar, warming up your voice before going into the booth.

“Darling!”, Freddie yelled out excitedly as he pranced his way over to you. You smiled at him, pulling him into a side hug.

“I brung Roger and his new-“

“Ally, nice to meet you.”, the long haired brunette says cutting off Freddie. Her hand was out for a good shake.

“Y/n.”, You simply say ignoring her hand that was out. Freddie shook her hand for you.

“Studio ritual, she doesn’t touch groupies hands before studio time.”, Freddie says shrugging as he took a seat next to you. Roger scoffed at Freddie snarky remark. Ally rolled her eyes at the both of you before leaning into Roger’s side, an attempt to make you jealous.

Freddie huffed annoyingly as he entered the booth. You couldn’t hit the ending note, the whole time you kept thinking about Ally and how her hands were all over Roger. It threw you off deeply and Freddie was getting worked up over your lack of breathing control.

“You’re not hitting the note right!”, Freddie says as he shook his head at you. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m off. Give me a break.”, you defend yourself, taking the water bottle into your hands.

“Hit the note again and try to take a deep breath before you do but don’t make it to the point where you’ll hear your breathing in the mic.”, he says with the wave of his hand as he exited the studio. You nodded and took a gulp of water. Relaxing your nerves before signaling Freddie to roll the tape.

“That was amazing! Finally you take my advice for once.”, Freddie says as he claps his hands like a proud mother. You give him a small bow that followed after a laugh.

“Let’s go celebrate-“

“I stopped all that, Freddie.”, you ease in before he could encourage you. Roger’s expression dropped when you said that.

You did look a little more healthier and more vibrant. It didn’t take Roger much for him to realize that you did tell the truth.

Roger gave you a small smile and you returned the favor. It made your heart flutter. It was working, everything would fall in place. You just had to give it time.

“I want it, I got it.”

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a girl | Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Being in a band with four other guys were sometimes a pain in the ass. Everyone has their secrets and so does Y/n.

Pairings: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x Female Reader

AU: Queen!Member!Singer!Y/n Y/l/n

Warnings: Rude Language, someone hitting someone.

A/n: This kinda follows BoRhap since I found a perfect link to watch the movie all over again. Let’s just say this takes part after Freddie joins the boys. They have been doing a number of pub gigs before they make album 1. Correct me if I am ever wrong, I hate making myself look a fool out of things I simply might know. Just a lack of knowledge when I am writing. I did write a song called Another Love since I sing and do all that jazz so please don’t think I’m ripping some artist off! Part one of Secrets!! Pls send me an ask to be added to this series or my permanent taglist! Also like and reblog, love to see reactions, it helps boost motivation!!!!

[teaser]

“Are you sure that she knows we are here?”, a voice says quietly. Freddie nodded at Deaky with a convincing smile.

You were asleep soundlessly on the black couch with Kira who snuggled into your lap. The dog lightly growled out at the boys who stood feet from Y/n.

“Kira that’s enough.”, You said with your eyes closed. A yawn followed after.

Papers were scattered everywhere on the coffee table in front of the boys. An acoustic guitar on the end of the couch along with a whole drum set in the far corner of the room. It caught Rogers attention very quickly.

“Your friend she seems very musically talented?”, Roger questions as he went over to the drum set.

“She is darling. That is why we need her.”, he says as he pursed his lips and clapped his hands. Making the small corgi jump off his best friend and off somewhere around the flat.

Roger scanned the black set. It looked very new and the drumsticks were on the stool. He smirked to himself as he grabbed them. They were midway wrapped with black tape. It made him chuckle. He sat on the stool, his hands twirled the sticks calmly.

Roger didn’t know you. Freddie constantly chatted up a storm about you. It made him jealous. If this Y/n was good then he could easily be replaced. The Roger Taylor couldn’t have that.

Deaky looked around the flat as his eyes landed on Roger. Roger smirked at Deaky and lifted his hands up. “Roger no!”

The half wrapped sticks hit the set violently making you jump up in fright. “What the bloody fuck are you doing with my-“

“Darling you’re up!”, Freddie chirps like a mother who had seen their child do a good deed. Roger stepped away from the set, placing the sticks back on the stool. Feeling relieved with what he had done.

“I am sadly. What are you doing here Freddie?”, You say too mad to even process the fact that four men were all in your flat.

“We need a huge favor, love.”, he replies as he hands you the guitar. “Play that song you wrote for me. What was it called? Another Love?”

Your jaw clenched as the guitar was now placed at your feet. “I-“

“Freddie says you’re good at almost everything. Then show us.”, Roger says while he crossed his arms over his toned chest.

You look up at the blonde haired boy. You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?”, You tried to sound funny but it came out very harsh. What was he doing here? You almost threw your guitar at Freddie for bringing his friends here. Especially the biggest man whore on campus.

Roger bit his lip back as Deaky made a ‘o’ shape with his mouth. Brian stood back along with Freddie unaware of this situation and how to talk you out of hurting each other feelings.

“Oh love, my names Roger Taylor. The drummer of Queen. You are?”, he says with a raise of his eyebrow. You rolled your tired eyes and grabbed the guitar. ‘No shit.’, you wanted to say or just give him a flirty laugh and an eye roll but you didn’t.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n and next time your pretty ass messes with my drums. I’ll carve you a new one.”, You say satisfied with your remark. You start to tune your guitar. Deaky gulped and moved closer towards Brian. Roger smirked at your reply.

“Y/n! That’s very rude!”, Freddie goes as he takes a seat next to you. You shrugged it off and started playing the chords you wrote down.

You cleared your throat and hummed lightly.

“Another love. Another love.”, you sang slowly dragging out the love in the end.

“You walked away from this heartache but you’re too late. I stayed the same.”, your fingers pressed against the cool chords as you sped up the song a little bit. You closed your eyes getting the feel of the song you wrote about someone that never even knew you existed.

“Tell me, oh another love. Tell me you wanted to stay. I can see it in your eyes. Along with those lies. ”, you looked up as you sang. Freddie had a huge smile on his face mumbling along the lyrics with you. The rest of his band mates stood around the coffee table shocked.

“Another love, another day, another lie-okay I’m done. There.”, You stopped abruptly as you stopped strumming the guitar.

“Not bad.”, Roger says as he now leans against the white wall. Deaky rolled his eyes at Rogers remark.

“That was good. That really doesn’t show us how strong your vocals are-“, the guy with large curly hair said as he looked at Freddie for guidance.

“She has some talen-“

“What about you? What do you think?”, You ask politely to the guy who hadn’t said anything but look around.

He was taken back and licked his lips. “For starters it’s okay. Not my type of-“

“Good so we can leave. We are good with just us four.”, Roger adds in completely cutting off his band mate.

You sighed, bringing your hand up to your forehead to rub it lightly. They weren’t supposed to be here. You didn’t even know Freddie created a band much less a band that screamed irony and fashion.

“Freddie?”

“Yes darling, Y/n.”

“What are you gits doing here. I barely know any of you.”, You pester as you got up. Your pajamas loosely hung around your body and the socks you were was pushed down. You looked pathetic in front of his friends.

Freddie knew that look you had on your face. He had something better up his sleeve. Freddie needed you as much as you needed him. You’re like a baby sister to him. He knew how much you wanted to become someone whose name were in lights to touring all around the world.

“Give us a minute, boys.”, Freddie says as he lightly pulled you away from the three men. You didn’t protest or put up a fight when Freddie sighed.

“I’m not joining your band of mis-“

“Y/n, you came here to get away from your family in America. You came here to live a life filled with music. I don’t take no for an answer darling and you know that.”, he says as he cuts you off.

He waited for your reply. Your fingers wrapped around a long strand of your y/h/c hair as you thought about what he said. He was right. You got away to pursue in music and study it. This was a chance, it could be for fun or for a real cost.

You smiled to yourself, “I’ll join your band. If your little mates are okay with it.”

Freddie clapped suddenly. Happier than you were. He pulled you in a quick embrace and whispered, “They’ll love you! We have a gig tonight and you’re gonna be there! Bye darling! See you in a few.”

You couldn’t protest. Your best friend was out the door along with his friends. Leaving you all alone and wondering why you got yourself into this mess.

“What did I just agree too?”, You say to yourself as you went up to your bedroom. Kira followed quickly behind you.

You nodded slightly as you started to warm up on the drum set. You tried to get the nerves out of your system. You were to caught up in the drumming when all of the sudden four men appear in your doorway of the flat.

You stopped suddenly and twirled the stick in your left hand through your fingers.

You made sure to make eye contact with the blonde haired drummer. The same boy who caught your eye on campus.

“Now she is just showing off!”, he says while rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his toned chest. Roger was about to throw the biggest bitch fit in Y/n’s flat and his band mates were ready for it.

“I must say even with your looks you still act like a bit-“, You urge in to say but Freddie clears his throat, demanding all attention on him. “My apologies.”

“My little Y/n has agreed to join our band before we hit the road for this gig-“

“Wait hit the road? You didn’t say anything about hitting the road, Fred.”, You say with wide eyes as you stepped away from your drum set.

“Yes darling, now are show is around noon tomorrow so let’s get this show started!”, Freddie continues as he walked around the flat. He smiled at his shocked friends that had on all disappointed stricken looks for Y/n joining the band.

They were well with just them but Freddie wanted one more. He knew just who to go too. Someone who knew how to construct and develop music but that didn’t mean anything to the boys.

“A female? In our band!”, Brian questions out as took a seat in the lounge chair. Deaky and Roger followed quickly after.

Y/n sighed as she walked to her kitchen. The small kitchen felt as if it was suffocating her. Freddie backed you up against three other men you barely knew.

“Fine Freddie, let her become part of Queen!”, an agitated voice yells out making you jump out of your skin. You sipped on the tea that was no longer warm and watched as the boys all piled in the small kitchen.

Flashing them a small smile, you placed the cup back down and straightened up your posture.

The man with curly hair stepped forward, “We welcome you with open arms into Queen. My name is Brian May and I am the guitarist.”, he says as he tries to smile but he just scratches the back of his neck.

“Nice to meet you Brian. Y/n Y/l/n a pleasure.”, You give him a nod and watched as the guy you asked earlier if your song was okay step up, awkwardly.

“My name is John Deacon, Deaky for short. I am the bassist of this band.”, He says making slight eye contact with you as he steps back by his position next to Brian.

“Y/n nice to meet you!”, You say trying to make him less uncomfortable then he already was.

Freddie smiles at you as he nudged Roger to step up. Roger groaned as he stepped up. “You know who I am-“

“Roger Taylor the drummer who gets all the girls. Got cha.”, You say as you rolled your eyes at the attractive blond.

“You’re the American who I haven’t yet to shag-“

“You’re not going too sweetheart. Its Y/n and don’t wear it out.”, You say with a smirk on your face. You didn’t know where all this energy came from especially the confidence. It did feel good and to think this is how he gets all the women.

“Y/n are you not gonna get up there with us?”, Brian asks as he tunes his electric guitar. You bit your lip and thought about what he had said. The large hoop earrings shook harshly when you shook your head a simple no.

“Just watching for tonight until-“

“Nonsense, we will introduce you in the end.”, Brian says as he squeezes your shoulder gently before heading off onto the small makeshift stage.

You watched from down on the pub floor. The drink in your hand was not even half gone when a guy next to you took it from you. You stepped back from him and gave him a death glare.

“You the bands groupie?”, he asks as he sips the drink he snatched from you. You raised an eyebrow into an arch, scoffing you walked back to the side of the stage. The guy had other plans, “Hey! I’m talking to y-“

“We would like welcome our newest member of Queen! Y/n Y/l/n!”, Freddie yelled into the mic as you turned around to the see the guy with your drink almost grab you.

You stumbled onto the stage while Deaky caught you. “She is quite the sweetest!”, Freddie applauds as the crowd cheered. He handed you the mic as you looked passed your shoulder the guy had disappeared.

You moved passed Deaky and Freddie, the crowd stares in awe as you whispered a small, “Hi.”, into the mic.

You looked out into the crowd and suddenly got nervous. You handed the mic back to Freddie and ran off of the stage.

“Why did you run off? We are gonna perform with you!”, Freddie exclaims as you kicked the gravel around your boot.

“Didn’t feel like. I’m American, my accent gives it away, you brits aren’t too fond of them.”, you complain as you shrugged your shoulders, a yawn escaped your lips. Freddie nodded along as he helped the boys load up their things. Roger walking out of the pub with two females under his arms and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

You scoffed, no use in trying to bid your way out of the band now. They were already warming up to you. Your crush on Roger Taylor was little, like the length of your pinky finger, small and useless. It was going to fade away.

“You didn’t tell us, you had a boyfriend.”, Roger says while the girls moved out of the way to reveal the guy who took your drink earlier. The girls started to giggle at the guy and whisper to each other.

You look up suddenly, making eye contact with the guy, he had a smile on his face. “As if, this jerk snatched my drink out of my hands and called me the bands groupie. Then he-“

“She’s lying.”, The guy says as he tries to step up to you. Freddie gets in the way of you both but you push him out of the way.

“Fuck off you sick fuck.”, You say as your fist collided with the guys nose, Brian and Deaky grabbed onto you, pulling you back into the van. Roger blinked a couple of times before looking shocked.

The guy groaned out as he tries to come at you. Roger stepped up out of action, getting ready to throw a punch. The guy looked at Roger than back at you, he groaned once more and painfully mutters, “Whatever, she is a slut anyways.”, as he lifted his head up in the air.

“Y/n hasn’t gotten with anyone, seems as if you just had your first fan for tonight.”, Freddie says as he grabs the hand you use to hit the guy. You hissed as he lightly examined it. “You’ll live.”

The ride back to Y/n’s flat was almost silent. The constant giggles of the two girls Roger had in the back gotten annoying and very rowdy. The boys were nearly drunk out of their mind while Y/n fell asleep. She thought about the band and where this would take her. Y/n smiled in her sleep as Freddie snapped a picture of it off of the Polaroid.

Roger snatched it out of his hands quickly and looked at the photo. “She’s a beaut.”

“Stop trying to get in her pants, she doesn’t want you.”, Freddie says as he takes the photo from him.

“We will see about that, Freddie.”, Roger says as he puffed on the cigarette, taking a look at Y/n. You looked peaceful and content on your small space on the seat.

Roger grabbed the blanket off of the vacant seat and placed it on you. Y/n snuggled into the blanket and sighed. “Sleep well, Y/n.”, he whispers as he pats your head lightly before walking away to the back.

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