Imagine being at a party after one of the Floyd's gigs. You quietly stood observing the flashing lights and the people in front of you dancing about in a drunken haze. You had come with your best friend Syd, but he had gotten stolen away for a bit by some photographers, so you were stuck waiting for him.
"You look lonely," you heard a familiar voice say next to you.
You looked up to see Roger smiling down at you. You laughed and shook your head as you took a sip of your drink.
"Where Syd gone?" He asked as he leaned on the counter next to you.
"Photographers got him."
Roger nodded, "Well, then I suppose he wouldn't mind if I had a quick dance with you, yeah?"
You raised your eyebrows at him and he smirked, "Oh, come on," he said as he took your hand and dragged you out onto the dance floor.
You laughed as he attempted to dance, but didn't accomplish much.
"Your strong suit isn't dancing, is it?" You teased.
He laughed and twirled you around, "We'll see about that," he said with a sly grin.
He pulled you back into him, then something caught your eye. You saw Syd slip out the door by himself with a sullen look on his face.
"Where's he going?" You said aloud, although you really only meant to ask yourself.
Roger turned his head and shrugged, "Probably just wandering about, I wouldn't worry too much."
You furrowed your brow as you slowed your dancing, "I think I'm gonna go check on him."
Roger laughed, "(y/n), he'll be fine, just have a little fun."
"I will, just let me make sure he's okay."
You left Roger there, flustered, as you followed Syd outside. You found him alone on a bench, staring quietly up at the night sky.
"Syd," you said softly as you approached him.
He turned to briefly glance at you with those big eyes of his, but quickly turned back to the sky.
"(Y/n)," he mumbled.
You took a seat next to him and leaned over to try and get his attention, but he was focused.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked.
He sighed as his eyes wandered over the stars, "Night."
You nodded as you followed his gaze, "That's a good thought."
He turned to look at you and you looked over to meet his eyes, which seemed to be flooded with emotions.
"Actually, that was a lie," he said quickly.
"What was?"
"I'm not thinking about the night, actually, I'm not at all," he said.
"Syd, what's wrong, you're acting off," you said as you watched his eyes move over you nervously.
"To be completely honest, I'm not quite sure. I think," he started, but stopped short, looking away from you as he blushed.
You felt your stomach squirm as you anxiously awaited what he had to say, "Syd."
He looked back up at you and softened, "You can tell me," you said, reassuringly.
He was silent for a moment as he thought. He let out a sigh whence discovered he was lost for words.
"Would you mind if I showed you?" He asked softly.
You shook your head, "I wouldn't mind at all."
His eyes carefully watched your expressions as he lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek. You felt butterflies in your stomach, but didn't flinch away when his eyes wandered to your lips, and soon his lips wandered there as well. He kissed you gently, holding your face the whole while. He pulled away after a moment, blushing as he watched you smile up at him.
"How long have you wanted to do that?" You asked in a happy whisper.
A smile curved onto his lips as he watched you beam up at him, "From the moment I met you."
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Pink Floyd Imagines
أدب الهواةJust like my Keith Moon book, there aren't enough imagines out there for Pink Floyd, so I'll be writing a lot here! So if you're looking for stories for Syd, Roger, David, Rick and Nick, you know where to find them! Requests are the best so don't b...
