Fandom: Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC

Summary: He was not the type to pine or whatever you wanted to call it. It usually was the opposite, they pined for him, they wanted to be with him, which is probably why he was way out of his element with her.

Author's Note: Okay, since they seem to never to make a category for Bohemian Rhapsody (2018), I am going to be posting this story here in the meantime. (Still crossing my fingers for its own category)

I really love this movie and the band. So, the moment I saw Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor, I pretty much was a goner and wanted to write something about him. So, this is where the story came from and I hope that at least some of you are interested. I am mostly basing everything on the film, and some small fun facts that actually happen. So, be warned not everything is going to be completely accurate or true.

This story is also on Tumblr, so if you somehow recognize it from there, relax, that is me just choosing to post this story in another platform.

Please let me know what you think about this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely related to Bohemian Rhapsody, the film, or the band Queen. This is purely fiction and the only thing I own is my character, and anything original. I am only going to do this one, so we don't see this every chapter.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

— Jane Austin

CHAPTER I

NOW

Roger had done a lot of stupid things in his life but none of it had been like this. But, that's just life, he guessed. Sometimes people did stupid things without realizing. And falling for her seemed to be one of them.

He wished he could have said it was no big deal, but it was. They had a good thing going for them before he had to ruin everything by developing 'feelings.' They talked, they laughed, they argued, they drank, and occasionally they flirted. It didn't seem much to others but for him, it was the best arrangement he could have with the opposite sex.

But none of that mattered anymore. He couldn't even be near her now, without the fear of him saying something stupid like, "You're so beautiful," "I want to be with you," or even worse, "I love you," (which he didn't but nowadays he couldn't trust his stupid self around her anymore).

How did he end up being this person? He wasn't that type of person to become flustered and he wasn't going to just because he had developed feelings for Lily Hathaway.

He was Roger fucking Taylor, the drummer of the best up and coming band. Not to mention he was not the guy that settle down and be moon-eyed for a girl. He didn't know what the hell made him even fall for her. She wasn't even that special, he thought in annoyance whenever he would catch himself staring her.

Sure, Lily was pretty great, more than great actually if you asked John or Mary. She was overly enthusiastic, nice beyond words, and went along with pretty much anything she found entertaining. She also wasn't a pushover and would argue with anyone about the dumbest things which he found hilarious. But that was about it. There was nothing else that could make her stand out from the thousand other pretty girls that he's come across.

It seemed that his inner turmoil was noticeable because Brian brought it up one night after a performance in a bar. That night had been an interesting one so far for Roger. He had been thrilled and disappointed to discover Lily wasn't able to come to watch them perform. Which then irritated him because since when did he care that Lily showed up to their performance?

"What's the matter with you?" Brian asked him. They had recently joined the crowd, losing Freddie and John in the process.

"Nothing," he said defensively, which was not exactly a lie. Despite the whole Lily not being there, he had been in a good mood. The crowd had loved their performance, and now was really looking forward to drinking and finding a pretty girl.

"Okay then," Brian said, not believing him, which rubbed Roger in the wrong way.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sharply, his eyes narrowing at his bandmate.

Brian shook his head in exasperation. "And you say nothing's wrong."

"Brian."

"You've been a whiplashing mood all night, and not just tonight. For the past few weeks, you've been insufferable. It's been bothering everyone," he said. "Just wanted to know if there was something going on with you? You can tell me."

"There's nothing wrong with me," he lied.

"Whatever you say, Roger," Brian said, raising his hands as if surrendering.

Roger frowned at him. He was about to snap at him when something caught his eye.

Shit.

"What's she doing here?" he hissed, glaring at the back of her head. How he was able to pick her out in the crowded bar, he would never know. She wasn't supposed to be here today. She was supposed to be working a shift at the diner that night.

"What?" Brian frowned, following Rogers gaze and looked over at him in confusion. Lily was standing next to Mary, talking and laughing. "Since when do you have something against Lily?"

"Nothing. But wasn't she supposed to not come today?" he said again and tried to look casually, knowing that she was going to go over to them as soon as she was done talking to Mary.

"Does it matter?" Brian asked, shrugging. Roger wisely chose not to say anything else. Brian was right, he shouldn't care if Lily was there.

"Hello, hello," she said when she finally walked over to them, and threw her arms around Brian's neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Umph," Brian grunted but hugged her back. "What'd you think of tonight?"

"You played wonderfully," Lily told him, giving him a chaste kiss in the cheek and then letting him go. She surveyed him and when she found what she was looking for, nodded to herself. She naturally turned to Roger, who had been trying his best to act like she was just another groupie, begging for their attention. It nearly worked, he didn't care about anything, but then she had to go and be herself.

"Meddows," she said lightly and leaned over hugged him, with the same enthusiasm as she did with Brian. He stiffly patted her back and waited impatiently for her to let him go. When she finally did, he felt like he could breathe again.

"Jane," he said, giving her a cool smile. "Didn't think of you as a liar."

"Liar?" she echoed, looking offended.

"Deacy told us that you were supposed to be working today," Brian explained, bumping his shoulder against Roger.

Lily relaxed and laughed. "Right, that… Well, I am not a liar, so take note, Meddows. I was supposed to work tonight but they canceled my shift, unfortunately, which lead me to mope for about a minute."

"Yes, it's very clear that you're devastated," Brian said mockingly, making Lily smile at him and point a finger at him.

"Yes, I was, Brian but now I'd like to think that it was a sign that I am supposed to be here, to listen you guys play and get smashed and maybe find someone to dance with."

"Well, then the first drink is on us," Brian said, tugging on her hair affectionately. She turned to look at him and beamed at him.

"And this is why you're my favorite."

Roger was unable to hide his scoff, shifting her attention back to him.

"Jealous?" she said, giving him a teasing smile.

"And what do I have to be jealous of?" he asked dryly.

"That you're never going to be my number one," she said matter affectedly.

Roger tried to ignore how that comment bothered him more than it should have.

"Careful, don't let Deacy hear that. He will never forgive you," Brian spoke up, making her laugh.

"Well, then let's keep this between us. What he won't know won't hurt him," Lily said, giving them a quick wink. Her attention again landed on Roger and he was taken back when she suddenly tugged on his collar shirt. "And look at that, you do own a shirt."

Of course, I own one, he wanted to snap but found himself unable to speak. He simply rolled his eyes at her.

"Since when do you keep your mouth shut?" she told him, noticing his lack of snarky comebacks.

He could've said something suggestive, how he only kept it shut when it was down on a girl, and maybe he should've but he didn't. Instead, he just ignored her, muttered, "I need a beer," and pushed past her to reach the bar.

"Wanker," Lily called after him.

Just great, not only was she turning him sentimental, she was leaving him speechless. He truly hated her at that moment.

"What's wrong with him?" he overhead Lily ask Brian. "Did something happen to his car?"

No, nothing happened to his car. He couldn't believe he would prefer something would happen to his precious car than deal with this stupidity.

Reaching the bar, he noticed a pretty blonde girl, who gave him a wide smile. He acknowledged her and that was enough for her to initiate a conversation with him. Honestly, he would be better off talking to that blonde girl. At least, he knew that he wouldn't say something stupid with her, than if he was with Lily.

Glancing back he saw that she was now talking animatedly with John, probably about how she loved his dancing moves of that night, which made him roll his eyes.

So annoying, he thought with mild affection and turned around to order a beer, trying to forget the warmth he felt when Lily hugged him or how he wished he could've been the one talking to her about John dance moves.

He truly was something stupid. Which is probably how he missed the curious look he was receiving from Lily, wondering what was bothering him.