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I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 1)

[Roger Taylor]

A/N: Ok so this is my first fan fiction. This is mainly based on Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor, because who doesn’t need that. This is probably gonna be multiple parts but bare with me because I have no idea what I’m doing and this may be complete shit. So for rn just enjoy!

(P.s. These are like background details and the necessary setup for the story so it’s kind of boring and short but I promise it’ll be more dramatic later.)

😊-C

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 1)

Y/ N’s P.O.V

Ever seen Roger Taylor without a girl on his arm? I sure haven’t, hell I usually am one of those girls. I’ve been one of those girls for years, ever since I met Roger at a pub his band performed in...

I think it was his smile, or maybe it was the way he played his drums, or maybe it was how he sang. I don’t quite remember what attracted me to him, but I do remember that as soon as he was on stage, he caught my eye. I was out with a few friends that night, but I had already lost sight of them. The band’s music got my attention and I couldn’t help but stare at the blonde drummer. He was very attractive in my book and my gaze couldn’t be torn from him. He momentarily looked up from his drum kit and made eye contact with me. That wink he gave me made me sure that I would have to find a way to talk to this man.

Later that night, I was about to go search for my friends when someone bumped into me. I was about to yell at them for nearly making me drop my beer when I realized it was the drummer from the band. You can’t yell at him, contain yourself. Attractive man in front of you, don’t fuck this up. He just smirked at me.

“What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, how about I buy you a drink and we talk about your oh so obvious attraction to me?” he asked with a not-so-innocent grin.

And that was that. Same old story, boy meets girl, boy and girl talk, boy and girl hook up, and that’s the end of it. However, when I received a phone call a few days later from this musician asking if I wanted to come to one of his gigs and “talk” again afterwards, I was shocked yet delighted.

Overtime, it became a regular occurance for me to hook up with Roger. There started to be days where we would just talk (real talking, get your minds out of the gutter) and I realized I genuinely liked spending time with Roger. I slowly became closer with both Roger and his band mates. It was kind of a friends with benefits situation, Rog and I could go from talking about his new ridiculous fashion statement to whispering dirty things in each other’s ears in 5 seconds flat. I knew he was sleeping with other girls and I was with other guys, but neither of us seemed to care. When their band blew up he even insisted on me touring with them.

Of course I agreed. How could I go months without Freddie’s dramatic stories, or Deaky’s sarcasm, or Brian and Roger’s frequent ridiculous arguments? Plus he claimed he would miss me too much to leave me at home.

The average day on tour began with a hangover from the night before. It was always a tossup who’s room I would end up sleeping in, or if I would even end up in one of the guy’s rooms. I would then go through the process of possibly having to get rid of any male “friends” I had aquired the night before and then making myself presentable for the day. Next, sound check (which I always sat in on), lunch break, pre-show preparation, concert, party, repeat.

I had grown to have a small crush on Rog, but my want for a relationship with him was overshadowed by the fact that he most likely did not reciprocate those feelings. Even though I knew this very tiny, minuscule crush would go away, it still killed me every time I saw Roger talking to, flirting with, breathing near another girl. The normal jealously things, right?

I’m not saying Roger and I didn’t still mess around, but he still got as many other girls into bed as possible. I knew I was his favorite, that’s why he dragged me to recording studios, events, tours, etc as often as possible. However, unlike the other girls I got the almighty privilege of being able to hang out with the band whenever I wanted because contrary to the media’s beliefs, I was not just Roger’s plaything.

A few years passed and I still hadn’t gotten rid of my crush on Roger. I tried to ignore it but it kept reappearing. I was able to find temporary distractions, but my mind always went back to the drummer. I thought I would be able to repress my feelings. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to hide my emotions forever. Problems always seem to arise at the worst possible moments and boy was I about to be drowning in a sea of complications, all because of my dumb feelings for the unattainable.