Pink Floyd Imagines

𝟜𝟘. 𝕊𝕪𝕕 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥

A/N:

Hi,

It's a little chapter I decided to write, because I listened to Phil Collins' love ballads and in order not to clash with a reality full of manipulative and despicable people I had to write a little over-sweet Syd thing. Thanks for still being here and I hope you enjoy it.

Love

June 

The whole university found out that you were dating Syd Barrett from Pink Floyd through a silly photo taken of you while you were having a pleasant night together at UFO.

It was the week before, the boys had a gig, and afterwards you all decided to stay in the club some more and have a few drinks. Syd, who was by then a bit tipsy unwisely put his arm around you tightly, and you didn't mind either after a few drinks, so a rather private moment was captured in the photo, when you embraced his neck in the darkness and he embraced you, where you were almost kissing. It certainly wasn't something you wanted everyone to see.

You weren't sure at what exact moment the photograph was taken, but you were prepared to bet that one of the arogant girls from your year had to be behind its inclusion in the newspaper's gossip column.

 Some of them were the editors of the paper, besides, like most girls, they had a crush on Syd and couldn't stand that you were his girlfriend and not them. Of course, you knew that your boyfriend was a star and surely more than one girl would like to be in your shoes, but you yourself could not imagine directing such layers of hatred at someone because of it.

"(Y/N) (L/N), a second year student is using Pink Floyd band leader Syd Barrett to become a star! Sorry, (Y/N), but your 'boyfriend' will quickly see that you have no talent or good intentions, so don't even try!"

Such a headline next to your joint photo only rekindled the hatred in most of the girls in your year. Some were terribly jealous of your relationship, while another, smaller group, who could accept that their idol had someone else, hated you, thinking that your only intention was to toy with Syd's feelings and that hiding your relationship was to give you exclusivity in your dealings with him, which was obviously untrue. Only a few people treated you fairly normally, but that was only because Pink Floyd and Syd were completely indifferent to them.

That's why you didn't want to tell anyone - you were afraid that your friends, who had an overt crush on Syd, would be jealous, and your boyfriend agreed that you should only tell your best friends.

However, now it was all out in the open, it was probably worse than if you had said it yourself. Everyone looked at you judgingly as you walked down the corridor, and when you tried to talk to someone, most of the girls either ignored you or threw in some unkind remarks.

You came home nailed, dropping your notes on your desk and slipping back into your chair. From a nearby shelf, you picked up a packet of photos depicting the entire history of your relationship, from your first meetings to the last dinner you had at Nick and Linda's house a week ago. You looked at the photos and your eyes filled with tears and for the first time that day you allowed yourself to cry. You didn't want to show your sadness in front of people who weren't nice to you, because you knew it would only give them satisfaction.

However, after so many unkind comments, you couldn't help but cry. Maybe they were right and you should end your relationship with Syd because you were hurting him. You started to feel guilty that he couldn't even have a normal relationship, that you weren't one of the models from the colour magazine, the perfect girl who could take pictures with him without being accused of stealing his fame. You started crying even more, thinking that maybe it was high time to talk to your boyfriend about it and tell him that he deserved someone better, and then remove yourself into the shadows.

However, your thoughts were interrupted by Syd who had just entered the house, so you quickly wiped away your tears not wanting him to notice you crying.

"You saw that, right?" he entered your room without saying hello and immediately pulled you into a warm hug. You immediately squirmed again, seeing the hurtful piece, and he sighed quietly, gently massaging your back. "Oh, (Y/N), I am so sorry that someone wrote such things.... Don't listen to them, I love you more than anything in the world."

"But, Syd... What if they're right and I really don't deserve you? You could have any model, actress, singer, whoever you want, and all you have is me. Look at us: I'm just an ordinary girl, you're a pop star - two different worlds. What if I'm the one blocking you from meeting someone who will be from your world, definitely more special than me?" - You said sadly, looking at your own feet.

"Honey, you don't understand anything. You're not just an ordinary girl. You are my girl, the only one I love. Believe me, people do all sorts of mean things out of jealousy, but that doesn't mean you have to listen to them." your boyfriend sighed, kissing you on the forehead, but you pulled away a little. "Hey, you're not going to tell me you've started believing them, are you?" he asked, and as you started to cry again, Syd pulls you into a reassuring hug again. "It's okay, baby, I'm with you and I'm always going to be, no matter what they'll say."

Hearing such a sweet promises made you feel more secure. Your boyfriend was right, you've never should listen to haters, because it was not their life and to the moment when you and Syd were happy, their words didn't mean anything. After a while you calmed down and sighed.

"Oh Syd, I didn't think you really see it that way..." you looked into his sparkling eyes, so full of understanding and love. "You're the best person I could ever have." you smiled delicately.

"Well, I love you, baby. Seeing you smile makes me happy, and I hope that because of these jealous people you don't take away from the pleasure of seeing your face and loving you." he said, kissing your nose as you laughed again, making his tender dimpled smile widen gently. After a moment, however, he seemed to turn serious. "By the way, do you know who is behind this thing?" he asked.

"I... don't know" you replied a little worried, not wanting to talk about it. You knew he didn't want to leave it at that, but figured he could deal with the vile article later. He decided to be with you at first, make you laugh about the whole thing and make you confident enough in his love that you could ignore the jealous fans. So he let the serene expression return to his face as he grabbed your hand.

"Okay, let's not talk about it now. Come on, I'll make us this hot chocolate full of caramel and cream, maybe it'll make you feel better, eh?" he asked, even though he knew your answer would always be yes.

You looked at his beautiful face, framed by dark curls, and felt warmth in your heart. Earlier you had said that you were both from different worlds, but you realised that together you formed one of your own, one in which your love was the most important thing, in which you would always support each other against all odds.