The Eyes of a Photographer

Chapter 1

THIS IS THE COLLEGE AU!! Ps I don't anticipate this being very long, perhaps 6 or so chapters, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Rose Tyler was always in a rush. Dropping things while she was running about had always been a problem, and she longed for a world where she could just relax. University was 'taking its toll on a soul as young as hers' as her roommate, Martha, said. Rose would just roll her eyes and go back to pulling her all-nighter.

All-nighters were no stranger to Rose Tyler. As finals for her first semester at Cambridge approached, she found herself waking up with her head on an open book more often than on a pillow. Martha made sure to wake her up before leaving for class, and that was really the only way she got out the door on time.

Though she'd never say it, Rose knew that the reason she tried so hard was because she was trying desperately to shake her past. Growing up on an Estate wasn't exactly the best upbringing, or at least, that was the stereotype. Jackie Tyler did her best to raise her daughter alone, and Rose herself thought she'd done an excellent job.

"Wake up!" Martha crowed as she grabbed her bike helmet off the coffee table. "You'll be late for your history class if you just lay around like that."

Rose lifted her head from her book. "What time is it?"

"Nine-thirty."

Rose felt her eyes widen. "Nine-thirty? I've only got a half hour to get ready!"

"You're welcome. There's coffee on the counter with your name on it," Martha said on her way out the door.

"Thanks," Rose called after her, already getting ready to change her clothes and get ready for class in a mad rush. She only had time for the bare minimum of makeup and her hair pulled into a loose ponytail before she had to rush out the door to get to her bike.

A red bicycle probably wasn't the most glamorous thing to be riding, but Rose didn't care much for the opinion of her peers. She was rather popular all on her own for being so friendly and kind to the people she met. And, well, she attended the odd party, and she was known to have fun there.

Now, she'd forgotten her helmet and only remembered when she was halfway to her class. She pushed it aside; there were really other things to be worried about. Her bag was across her shoulder, hitting her hip with each rotation of the pedals, and that was all she needed to be convinced that she was prepared for whatever hell was about to be thrown at her.

Unfortunately, she was incorrect in being 'prepared'. She was, after all, anticipating going to class.

What she wasn't expecting was to run headfirst into another student on a bike.

Both of them hit the ground, much harder than a normal bike fall. Rose's head came in contact with the hard ground and she immediately checked her head to see if she was bleeding. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she sat up and looked up at the man she'd run into.

He was still scrambling up, sputtering and looking rather confused. Rose bit her lip, trying not to laugh at just how flustered he looked. Instead, she took a deep breath to calm herself and spoke to him. "Are you alright?"

The man looked up, and she was startled by just how attractive he was. He was incredibly good looking, all wild hair and big, brown eyes. Also quite fit, by the looks of it.

"Yes! Yes, I'm just fine, I-" he stopped himself and his gaze darted down to her leg, where it rested under her bicycle. "Oh, let me help you."

Before she could protest that she really was fine, he'd crawled over to her and was lifting her bike off of her. He looked worried beyond belief, and when she followed his stare she saw her jeans were ripped and she was bleeding.