Pink Floyd Imagines

Roger Waters #8

Imagine working at a record store part time. You'd been working there for a few weeks now and you were absolutely loving it. The shop was hardly ever busy, so you mostly just got to listen to music and search through the new vinyls that came in. One day you were in the middle of your usual routine when a couple of guys walked in. One was tall with curly, messy hair and the other was taller with straighter, dark hair and bangs that seemed to get in the way of his green eyes occasionally. He looked over at you with a curious expression as he smiled at you.

"Hey anything I can help you guys with?" You asked as you leaned on the counter.

The curly haired one shook his head and wandered off towards the rock records and the taller one walked towards you.

"You're new here," he said happily.

You nodded, "Been here for a few weeks now, I like it a lot though."

"You like music?" He asked.

You let out a laugh, "Who doesn't like music?"

He blushed and agreed, "You got me there," he said while his eyes wandered over you with an intrigued glimmer, "do you like shows?"

"Depends, what kind of music are we talking?"

He smirked, "Bit of rock n' roll."

A smile tugged at your lips at the sound of his voice, "I love that."

"Good," he said approvingly, "you should come to our show tonight. Me and Syd," he said, nodding over to his friend, "we've got a band. We call ourselves 'Pink Floyd' and the shows at UFO. What do you say?"

He leaned on the counter as well, closer to you than before, but you didn't mind, you were rather enjoying this.

"I suppose I've got some free time," you said with a smile, "will I see you again after the show?"

"I hope so," he said softly, making you blush.

"Hey, Rog, check this out," Syd said, holding up a Bob Dylan record.

"I'll see you tonight," he said before he ran off, then stopped and twirled around, "oh, and my names Roger, Roger Waters."

"(Y/n)," you said in return.

"(Y/n)," he repeated quietly with a little grin.

Later that evening, you found yourself wandering into a little club called UFO. It was dimly lit, but there were flashing lights every so often, illuminating that various faces packed inside the little building. You made your way towards the front of the stage just as the show started. Syd walked on with a guitar and three other bandmates behind him. It was hard to make out who was who in the dark lighting, but you managed to see Roger, bass in hand and extraordinarily focused on what he was doing. They played the first song flawlessly, leaving you in awe of what you were watching; it was, without a doubt, the beginning of something incredible. For a brief moment, as Syd started the intro for the next song, Roger looked out into the audience to scan the room for you. He found you almost immediately, feeling butterflies in his stomach as you waved up at him. He gave you a smile before he started playing along with the band again. The rest of the show was absolutely amazing and you couldn't wait to tell him afterwards. He ran backstage and set down his bass, checking the mirror quickly to make sure he looked decent.

Syd walked up and smirked, "I'm guessing she showed up then?"

Roger nodded excitedly as he fixed his tie and Syd let out a laugh, "Well, go on then, get out there!"

Roger ran out the door and spotted you at a table, studying the room quietly by yourself. He walked up and sat in the chair next to you.

"What did you think?" He asked, making you jump a bit when you turned to see him sitting there.

"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you," he said with a laugh.

"No, no, it's okay, I'm glad you did," you said, blushing at the big smile he gave you, "and I'm glad I came tonight. You guys are absolutely amazing. I mean, you're all so talented!"

He laughed shyly, "You think so?"

You set your hand on his, which had been resting on the table, "I know so. What I just saw was extraordinary."

He looked down at your hand and a smile tugged at his lips. You looked down as well and immediately pulled your hand away.

"Oh, sorry, that's a habit," you said, embarrassed.

"I like that," he said softly.

You both sat there looking over each other for a moment, feeling the tension building between you both and loving every second of it.

"(Y/n)," he began, "do you want to go outside?"

You nodded and he took your hand to lead you out the door. You both stumbled out of the packed club into the cool, refreshing night air. You walked down the street with him, chatting away, laughing and never wanting your night to end. After awhile you came to a park and took a seat in the grass with him, looking up at the stars in the sky.

"I'm glad you came tonight too, you know," he said after a bit of silence.

You turned to look at him, admiring the way his eyes studied you with constant curiosity.

"Why is that?" You said teasingly as you leaned down on your side, holding your head up with you hand.

He laid down next to you, taking his time as he thought, "Because, I quite like you, (y/n)."

You felt a twinge of excitement at his words and slowly began to smile, "I like you too," you whispered back.

His eyes finally flickered to your lips and he slowly began to lean in. You felt nervous excitement build inside of you as you closed your eyes and let his lips meet yours. They were smooth and gentle as they moved against yours, sending a chill down your spine as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. He moved closer to you, smiling against you as he held your face and felt it heat up. You giggled and he slowly laid back down so you could rest on his chest, keeping your lips locked with his. After awhile you pulled away, letting out a shy laugh with him as you blushed. You took your hand and brushed his bangs back a little bit and let your hand brush his cheek.

"Yeah," he breathed as he enjoyed the feeling of your hand on his skin, "I like you a lot."

"Good," you said as you leaned back down to meet his lips again.