"Does he make you happy?" Roger asked as his expression suddenly hardened. Y/N was more than caught off guard by the question. "What?" she asked, baffled at the notion. "You heard what I said," he insisted. "Yes. He makes me happy," she said without a waver in her voice. It was true, after all. Though sometimes it did feel a bit safe with him, but hell if she was going to let Roger know that. His body relaxed at her response. Roger hadn't realized how tense he was through their conversation, but studying her eyes, it relaxed him. "Then it doesn't matter what I think, now does it?" With that frigid statement, Roger brushed past her and away from the conversation. ______ Y/N and Roger Taylor may have flirted when they met, but they're friends. They've only ever wanted to be friends. At least, that's what they think they want.