"this thing called love, i just can't handle it." (roger taylor x oc) (slow-burn) ♡

I jolt awake as I feel something bounce off my forehead. As I open my eyes, I jump in shock at the sight of four men towering over me. It's the band that's recording here for the next few months: in fact, they're one of the biggest bands in England. My gaze is immediately drawn to the blonde on the end who grins back at me cheekily. "Morning love."

'All colours are the friends of their neighbours and the lovers of their opposites.' - Marc Chagall A/N: Header pictures are not mine and belong to their original owners. Completed: February 2019 © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

'I'm going to make something very clear to you, Roger Taylor,' I said, taking a step forward towards him and leaning in close, 'I'm here to do my job, to take photographs of you and your band. I am not here to make friends, and I am certainly not going to let anyone distract me from what I'm doing.' A smirk also appeared on Roger's face, 'Not anyone?' 'Not anyone.' A/N: Just to let you know I will not be completing this story any time soon and for that reason it is permanently on hold. Thank you. © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved