#har-rison-s

Roger Taylor of Queen had found her one day at a park while she was studying and completely lost all track of where was supposed to go and what he was supposed to do. She was breathtaking. The sun shining down on her hands and the book she read, her hair swaying just so in the soft autumn wind and a small smile on her face. Her gentle features held the look of determination and ambition on them. Roger smiled to himself and looked down, his hands in his pockets, and walked over to the beautiful stranger after silent contemplation in his head. 

She looked up at him and her smile stretched wider, and she recognised him. Y/N knew who he was, but didn't let that impact her first impression of him and vice versa. Roger smiled and he looked not a bit older than her, his posture reminding Y/N of a shy school boy. “Can I—” he gestured for a spot across her on the grass, right where her book bag layed with the ends of her legs. “Sit down?” Roger finished his question and Y/N nodded, tugging her legs closer to herself while Roger sat down.

The question 'why me?' scratched at her mind as she watched the man in front of her. Because his already bright hair was brightened by the sun rays, he looked a bit etheral and she admired how he looked. Beautiful. She smiled and hummed to herself, which returned Roger's attention to her. 

“What book are you reading there?” He asked and leaned his arms on his legs, leaning closer to Y/N. She looked at him a bit strangely, and for a moment the look seemed a bit angry, but she was really concentrated on her book. And due to the lack of sunglasses, Y/N's face was scrunched in the sun.

“It's about Ancient Greece's mythology.” Y/N responded. Roger nodded, impressed. “I've just started college.” She explained and Roger mistakenly raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, but thankfully Y/N didn't see it. She really didn't look as young as to have started college, and now he's a bit worried that he came and sat next to her.

“Really?” He asked. Y/N nodded. Roger could see the excitement in her eyes, and he loved it. She was visibly keen to learn and study. Such a different characteristic from himself. “What are you studying?”

“Mm,” Y/N hummed, “currently world history and psychology. But I'll have to choose in which I have a degree eventually.”

“Ah, can't choose?” Roger asked with a cheeky smile, raising his chin, and Y/N nodded. They both shared sweet laughter, the sun making them look just like out of a movie. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/N softly asked, tilting her head to the side and taking the man's features, trying to find out more about him from just the way he looked. Roger smiled and looked away. 

“Had some free time,” he said, “and this park seemed the most unoccupied of all in London. Wanted some time alone.” Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her book, starting to raise to her feet and taking her bookbag in hand.

“I won't be helping you with that.” She said and Roger suddenly panicked, standing up after her and looking at her a bit hurt and in fear. 

“Wait, no, it's alright,” Roger started, “I chose to come here.” He argumented, reaching his hand out to touch Y/N's arm. She hung her bag over her shoulder and looked at Roger, a bit confused. 

“I know.” She said. “And I have to go.” Y/N told him, and Roger furrowed his eyebrows for a second before drawing back a little and nodding.

“Oh, alright.” He responded. “A lecture?” Y/N gave a little chuckle in response and Roger almost lost his posture. She's so beautiful. She's the most beautiful.

She shook her head. “No, but I have studying to do, so it's time for me to go.” She replied. “I'll... see you around.” She said unsurely and began walking away, but Roger wasn't going to let this opportunity slide so quickly away. He wrapped his fingers around her arm, trying to be subtle and light. Y/N looked at him, and there was no hint of irritation on her face. Thankfully.

“Can I at least know your name?” He asked. She nodded, blushing a little. He wanted to know her name.

“Y/N.” She gave it to him. Roger smiled widely. 

“That's beautiful.” He complimented her, and her cheeks tainted an even darker shade of pink. “I'm Roger.” He said and Y/N nodded. She wanted to say she knew, but she was sure it showed in her face. “Do you—”

“Yes, I might know a bit of who you are.” She said, nodding. Roger looked down and bit down on his lip, realising what it meant. She might reject him, she might know of his relationships and how he's not particularly... steady in them. But she seems different. She is different. Whatever may come hasn't started the way the previous relationships did, and it gives Roger a sigh of relief, giving him something new to hold onto.

Y/N didn't seem to be the girl he'd have his way with and doesn't seem the option to do it quickly, either. He felt different about her than all the other women. She was young, yes, much younger, but over the time they dated and were together, she proved to be older in mind than what her age might tell Roger. She was much more intelligent than all her peers and classmates that Roger had come in contact with, and it surprised him in a pleasant way. 

They've been together for only eight months, and Roger is very sure of their relationship. His friends and bandmates tease him about it, knowing very well the characteristics of their drummer friend and his ways with women. But Roger had absolutely fallen for the innocent, young college student. She was like no other, and it pulled him towards her even more every day. Roger wanted everything with her. Everything that love could give, anything that she could give. Shared apartment, a car, pets, marriage, kids, legacy... Everything. He was craving it, and she had been the first one ever to plant such thoughts in his head. So Roger knew that she was really... the one.

For a stable eight month relationship, Roger has too many doubts. He thinks she doesn't want the same things he does, because she knows all too well his previous relationships. Especially the ones that felt right but which he fled last minute. Right before a big decision that might divide and turn around his life. And that's what she was afraid of - him running away.

“Really caught on that young girl, are you?” John asks, a hand on Roger's shoulder comfortingly. Roger looks up at him for a second, but looks back down at his hands, sighing.

“She's not just a girl, John.” He responds. “And stop with the young thing. It doesn't mean anything.”

“At least tell us this relationship is not one-sided.” Freddie says and Roger looks at him, fire and anger fueling the beautiful blue orbs. 

“What the fuck, Fred?” He scoffs. Freddie rolls his eyes and turns away.

“You all know what I mean,” the vocalist replies earning grunts and sighs from the rest of the band. 

“No, I don't.” Roger says. “Please, do tell.” His words are dripping with sarcasm, but he does want to know what Freddie means by his own words. Roger looks at Freddie, who slams the coffee machine down on the table and sighs heavily.

“Mutual consent, dear!” Freddie tells him in a reminding manner, raising his coffee cup and looking in Roger's eyes. He scoffs again and turns away. 

“When have I not taken any girl's words or feelings into account?” Roger asks.

“I thought you said this wasn't just 'any girl'.” John replies and Roger shoots him an agitated look. That causes Brian to sigh and rub his eyes, and he stands up. He feels this is going nowhere.

“Look, Roger may be annoying and... pushing in ways,” Brian starts, which results in Roger groaning. Brian shoots him a look but carries on, “but he knows what consent is.”

“I never said he didn't!” Freddie defends himself.

“You just did!” Roger shouts in response. Brian groans and hangs his head down, John only stays aside, hating arguments. 

“Okay, stop.” Brian raises his hands up, trying to stop the shouting match, and stands between Roger and Freddie. “Stop!” The guitarist shouts, which he never does, and that shuts up the drummer and the solist. Roger huffs and puffs and adjusts his shirt, keeping his gaze away from Freddie. “You,” Brian points to Freddie, “have to stop being so judging and accusing. Roger's a good person. And you,” he looks to Roger, “don't be so dramatic.”

“Well, I feel great when I'm called out for things that aren't true!” Roger shoots back angrily and Brian sighs. 

“Look, mate,” Brian says, “we support you in every step of the way, alright?” He offers Roger kind words and eyes, and Roger bends his own will and looks at Brian shyly. “We just don't want you breaking any hearts and be known for it around the globe.”

Roger sighs. He knows what Brian's talking about, but this time the guitarist is wrong. The drummer shakes his head. “This is not the case.” He says quietly, and then he realises the next words he wants to say are true. The truest feelings towards her that he has. “I love her.” Roger adds in an even quieter voice. 

That takes everyone by surprise, even Roger himself, widened eyes looking at the floor. John grips Roger's shoulder and smiles at him. “That's great, mate.” He says. “I'm happy for you.” Roger returns a small smile. 

“Alright, I'm sorry.” Freddie says. “I shouldn't have said anything.” He apologises to Roger, and he watches the vocalist. “I'm sure she's lovely. I just pity all the good birds you lose for whatever reason it is each time.”

Roger nods. “Thanks.” He replies. “Thanks, guys.” Brian smiles and puts a hand on Roger's other shoulder. 

“Well,” the guitarist says, “are we ever gonna meet her?” He asks and the band laughs heart-warmingly. 

Rumors spread and the news travelled fast of Roger's and Y/N's relationship. She was the hot girl of university, everyone wanted to talk to her and spend time with her, even take photos with her on their cameras. The so-called 'popular girls' even became friendlier to her and wanted to know every detail of her relationship with Roger Taylor, like everyone. 

She was getting tired of it at some point, but now she's used to being the almost-star of the school. Y/N's been very polite to her peers and fellow students about how she'd like to be treated, so there are less privacy intrusions and studying interruptions than before. But when Roger comes by her school, it's either complete mayhem or the deadliest of silences. Everyone either runs to the pair of them or keeps their distance, but looks and talks. Y/N feels like an alien by the way the other students look at her, and so she turns closer to Roger.

Roger is, of course, flattered by the attention and likes showing Y/N off at any opportunity. But he knows she doesn't like that much attention on her, especially not knowing who to trust of all the people she meets. So he shoos off all the papparazzis or media people or anyone who's bothering his girl. She loves it, but tells Roger there's no need. To which he, of course, argues.

This is the first relationship that Roger hasn't ever thought of running away from or going with someone else behind her back. And it feels safe, secure, stable. She's a safe haven for him at all times, Roger would casually slip through her dorm window to surprise her, or wait for her outside of school when her lectures end, if he ever misses her more than usual. And Roger misses Y/N every second they're away from each other. 

He's bought them both a flat, actually. Her school's and his studio is easily accessible from it. Roger just hasn't told her yet, but since it'll be their nine-month anniversary soon, he will have the best chance to tell her. And he can't wait to see the excited look on his face, and neither can he wait for them both to live together. The couple might even get a dog, who knows?

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