Syd Barrett #5

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It was your first day at Cambridge and already you felt overwhelmed. You finished your last class and made your way to the common room. Thankfully it was empty and you found a quiet corner to crash in. Perhaps coming here was a mistake you thought, leaning your head back with a sigh. Suddenly you heard the sound of someone quietly strumming a guitar in the distance. The sound was vaguely familiar and enchanting, reminding you of a magical dream you'd had as a child. Opening your eyes you gazed upon the most beautiful man you'd ever seen as he entered the common room strumming a guitar. A group of students followed behind him as though he were some sort of pied piper. He was oblivious to his audience and this gave you an opportunity to take him in. Dark, wavy, tousled hair framed his almost angelic face. He continued to stroll toward the corner where you sat mesmerized. Suddenly he began to sing softly and his words tumbled out in a chaotic, poetic and beautiful stream.

"Who is this?" You thought, unable to stop staring.

Then, without warning he turned and looked straight into your eyes. And you knew that he knew what you were feeling. Startled you tried to break away from his gaze, but it was too late.

"Hello," he said, "my name is Roger Barrett, but my friends call me Syd."

"Hello," you stuttered, "my name's (y/n)."

"Are you new here?" He asked with a faint smile that highlighted the most adorable dimples you'd ever seen.

"I am," you said, feeling the blush on your face grow deeper.

"Well, it is obvious that you could use a break," he said shyly as he sat opposite you.

"I guess so," you replied fumbling for more to say, but finding it difficult to speak.

"Would you like to go get a lemonade with me?" He asked as he broke out into a big smile that lit up his gorgeous face.

He softly placed his hand on yours and you knew that you'd follow him anywhere.

"Yes," you whispered and with that you and Syd walked hand in hand into the garden.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but something seems to be bothering you, and I'd like to know what it is?" He asked softly as he walked beside you.

You studied him curiously as he turned his head and waited for your reply. Something about his eyes seemed so genuine and comforting. You'd just met him, yet you found yourself wanting to tell him anything and everything.

"I think I'm beginning to rethink this whole school thing, that's all," you said with a laugh, "nothing too serious."

He nodded his head as he thought about your words, "What would you rather be doing?"

You let out a laugh and smiled brightly at him, "You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"

He looked down at his feet while a smile played on his lips, "I suppose I do, but you don't seem to mind. Am I wrong?"

He looked back up to catch you blushing, "No, you're not," you said distractedly as you admired the way the sunlight seemed to catch in his eyes when he smiled.

"So tell me then, what is it you'd rather be doing with your time?" He asked again.

You gazed around the garden as you thought. You remembered the way his guitar sounded and how soft his singing was when he'd entered the room, the feeling he'd given you. Or rather, the feeling his music had given you. You nodded as you rediscovered what it was you really longed to do.

"Music," you said more to yourself than to him.

He smiled as he watched your eyes light up at the sound of such a little word, but he too knew how much meaning it held.

"Then make music," he said.

You laughed and looked back at him to see that little smile gracing his face once again, "I can't, I'm not a musician, I haven't got a clue what to do."

"Of course you can, there's nothing you can't do. You just have to try, that's all," he said with a little nod.

You were staring at him with amusement as you played with the idea in your mind, "I do love playing my guitar when I can."

"Perfect. It's settled then, we'll make music together."

You shook your head with a laugh, "That's it then? You've only just met me, you hardly know me."

"I know enough, but I want to know more, and what better way than to share what we both love with each other," he said with a certain glimmer in his eyes that you absolutely couldn't resist.

You also couldn't resist the incredible urge you had to kiss him right at this moment. As though reading your mind, he softly placed his hand on your cheek and you happily found his lips on yours. It was lovely and full of a kind of passion you couldn't wait to explore further with him.

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