Queen Imagines and Preferences

More Than Anything pt. 1 / Brian

You sighed, feeling much needed peace. You had finally gotten a day off from work and you were going to spend it right- eating, reading, and sleeping all day. You kept your pajamas on until about midday but then you just changed into a T-shirt and some even more comfortable sweatpants.

You plopped on the couch with your bowl of popcorn and turned on the Telly to watch a movie. You weren't sure what was on but you weren't paying much attention to it either.

After a while you dozed off. You slept for a long time. It felt amazing. You dreamed of not having to work at all or ever again and it was better than anything. Then a certain curly haired man made an appearance. You dreamed that you and Brian were together. That you had been with each other for years. It was the best thing you'd ever dreamed and you wanted it to be real.

You awoke to somebody knocking on your door. You heard some commotion on the other side so you hurried to answer it. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see Roger standing there. He was your best friend but he would usually call if he was going to come over.

"Hey, Rog. What're you doing here?" You asked, kind of confused. Roger's face changed to mock horror. He put his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "I can't just come over and see my best friend whenever I want..." He gasped.

You hit his shoulder. "What do you want?" Roger chuckled and looked around for something unknown to you. "Well, I was acting as a chauffeur but I don't know where-" You cut him off. "What? Who did you drive? Roger, I'm confused."

He continued to look around for something. He wasn't paying any attention to you. There was a noise that came from the bush in your front yard. You jumped a little. "What was that?" Roger held up a finger to signal to give him a minute.

He walked away from the door and to the bush. When he got near it, he began to walk very slowly and quietly. Then he kicked it hard. "OW!! WHAT THE HELL, ROGER?" You heard a very familiar voice yell.

Brian stood up out of the bush and tried to avoid looking at you. Roger went into a fit of laughter as he pulled Brian up to the door. "I drove this little bitch here. He has to tell you something," he nudged Brian hard, "Don't you? He ran off for just a minute but he's ok now, right?" He nodded quickly and looked down at his clogs.

"You two have fun. Not too much fun. I'm not ready for any nieces or nephews!" Roger yelled with a smirk. "Roger Meddows Taylor!" You yelled but he was already running to catch a taxi. You shook your head. The one person you told about your love for Brian, and he yells about you getting knocked up right in front of him.

You motioned for Brian to come in. He didn't say anything as he came in the house and took off his (sexy) clogs. "What'd you want to tell me?" You mumbled. He sat silently. He was contemplating over telling you his feelings. He was honestly about to just tell you that you left something at the studio, but that wasn't true.

"I-I just wanted t-to tell y-you tha-that..." he stuttered. You put your hand on his shoulder and a bright red blush covered his cheeks. "Take your time, Bri. It's alright." He nodded quickly.

"I love you, Y/N."

A/N- Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. A lot is going on with my family right now. I'm sleeping at the hospital with my sister so I'll write part 2 when I get the chance. It won't be too long. If you have any suggestions for where this should go between Bri and the reader, I'll take them. I also take requests. I love you all. ❤️