Pink Floyd Imagines

David Gilmour #1

Imagine being Rick's close friend and him wanting to bring you to the studio with him.

"Come on, it'll be a whole lot of fun, trust me, and the guys will adore you," he said as he dragged you through the doors.

"I don't want to be bothering you guys though," you said reluctantly, but Rick turned around and stopped you.

"(Y/n)."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Alright fine," you said, making Rick light up again.

You walked fast to keep up with him as he entered the studio. You had met Roger once or twice before and Nick as well, but there was another man there that you had not seen before. He was tall with long blonde hair, pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile. He was seated on a chair with a guitar in his hands and a pair of headphones on, smiling as he plucked at the stings.

"(Y/n), good to see you again," Nick said as he skipped over to give you a hug.

You hugged him and felt your face heat up immediately when the man with the guitar looked up and met eyes with you.

"Oh, you all know (y/n), yeah?" Rick asked as he waltzed over to his keyboard.

Roger and Nick nodded.

"Actually, no I don't think we've met," the blonde one said as he stood up and walked over to you, "I'm David."

His voice was smooth and mesmerizing, you shook his hand with a silly smile on your face, "I'm (y/n)," you said softly.

Rick smirked as he watched you introduce yourself, "(y/n) will be here for most of the day if that's alright."

A smile spread across David's face immediately while his eyes stayed with yours, "That's perfect."

You giggled a bit and Rick and Roger exchanged a look and rolled their eyes, "Alright, well let's get started then, shall we?" Roger said.

"Here, you can come sit over by me if you want? I could show you a couple guitar tricks," he said with a wink.

You followed him to his spot in the corner, "Oh really?"

"Well," he said, blushing now, "only if you'd like."

"I most definitely would," you said, making him smile happily as he threw his guitar strap around himself and began to play.

You sat there for hours watching him smoothly play his guitar without missing a note. He was absolutely amazing, and each tune he played was incredibly filled with passion and emotion. Needless to say, you could stay here forever just listening to him play.

"I think that pretty much does it for today," Roger said as he set his bass down, "we'll meet again tomorrow, same time."

The rest of the guys began packing up their instruments and started to head out.

"Ready?" Rick asked as he held the door open for you.

"Um," you said, looking back at David who was still packing his guitar.

Rick smirked, "I see. Well I'll wait outside until you're ready," he said, throwing you a wink before he walked out.

David looked up to smile when he saw you standing by the door, "Where are you off to tonight?"

"Probably just home," you said, feeling your stomach flutter with excitement as he walked closer to you, "what about you?"

"Well," he laughed and looked down at his feet as he bit his lip, "I was actually hoping I could take this beautiful girl I met out for a drink."

You felt your stomach drop for a moment, "She's a lucky girl," you said, trying to hide your disappointment.

He looked up to see your expression had changed and quickly said, "So what do you say?"

"To what?"

He laughed when he realized you hadn't gotten it, "I was talking about you, you know."

You're face turned bright red, "Me? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't understand," you stammered as he laughed, "Yes, I'd love to get a drink with you."

"Good," he said as he held open the door for you, "I was hoping you'd say that."

You both walked out to see Rick standing there waiting for you, "I hope you don't mind if I steal (y/n) away for a bit," David said as he shot you a little smile.

Rick shook his head and laughed, "She's all yours," he said.

He winked at you yet again and you mouthed 'Shut up' as he gave you a little thumbs up. You spent the rest of the night laughing and falling in love with this wonderful person named David Gilmour.