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You’re My Best (Sex) Friend - Roger Taylor x F!Reader - Part IX (SMUT)

Word Count: +/- 3000

In the last part: After seeing Roger for the first time since she broke up with Linda, Y/N is invited by the drummer to Brian’s wedding.

Warnings: Smut (18+). Mention of drinking. Some angst. Minor fluff.

A/N: I struggled so much with this chapter and it’s late... I’m sorry. I wanted to give something that I felt was right... And this is as close as it could get. I feel like there is only one chapter and the epilogue left! Please tell me what you think.

PART I PART II PART III PART V PART VI PART VII PART VIII

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Taglists:

- Permanent: @reedusteinrambles

- YMB(S)F: @ixchel-9275 ; @the-galaxy-witch

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Y/N’s lips crashed on Roger’s mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence which was exactly the aim of her manoeuvre. She took a step back, realising she had just made a big mistake. Her brain was not working now and in an instant her fingers were in Roger’s hair and his on her bottom. Their bodies had been deprived of each other’s touch for so long that their hands could not stop exploring every inch of skin they had access to. Their minds were burning and their breathe panting. Roger’s lips were exploring Y/N’s neck who could have fainted because of the pleasure that it was providing her with. She could feel him hardening against her stomach and her legs had trouble staying stiff.

‘Fuck, I missed this’ Roger whispered in her cleavage

‘Stop’

In one second she had came around and was keeping Roger at a distance with her hands. This was not what she wanted.

*Flash Back*

When she had woken up on that morning, Y/N felt as happy as she was stressed. Happy because on her friend was getting married and she would be able to witness this magical day, stressed because she would spend it by the side of Roger Taylor, the man that had made her miserable for the past year, although not voluntarily. She had been unable to say no. Every inch of her being was dying to be with Roger, to inhale his sweet and musky scent and feel the heat of his body.

Even though Linda had implied that her feelings for Roger might have been mutual, this went back to several months and she doubted the drummer would still feel the same way -if he had one day. Moreover, there was so much to talk about before even thinking about feelings. She wanted to apologize for everything and understand what had happened between the two of them. But not on this day, not at Brian’s wedding.

She was finishing doing her hair and as she was putting lipstick on, she heard a car honking in the street. She urged to the window and waved to Roger for him to stop.

Convinced that Roger would start that noise again if she did not hurry, Y/N left her home as quickly as her outfit allowed her to. She closed the door and walked towards the car, slowing down a little. He was smoking a cigarette leaning on his new car and Y/N could not help but think that he looked incredible although he could have made an effort with his hair. He was simply devouring her as she timidly smiled.

‘You truly are something love’ he admitted

‘Shut up and get back in, I don’t want to be late’

Surprisingly enough, this brief exchange was reassuring to both of them, because it sounded natural, as if nothing had happened. And when they thought about it -and they did a lot- nothing had happened between the two of them since last december at least anywhere else than in their heads. They both went into the car and on to the wedding. It smelt of cold cigarettes and Roger, and Y/N stomach tensed. Not because she did not like it, because it reminded her of his flat.

‘I can’t believe Brian is getting married’ Y/N said, trying to change her mind

‘Stupid’

‘I mean, I understand John, I always thought he was going to marry young and have kids but Brian’

‘I think his humongous hair is preventing him from being intelligent’

‘He’s still smarter than you are Rog’ she joked

She was happy that the atmosphere was light. There was a reason she had considered him as one of her closest friend for so long. They understood each other and worked well together. They knew their individuals flaws and respected their views and opinions even though most of the time they shared the same one. After all, Y/N thought, maybe it would not be that hard.

Before the day had arrived she had thought about asking him if he was seeing anyone, remembering the girl from the phone call. But she thought that it would be totally stupid. First she was not supposed to care and second, a few months had gone and Roger was not used to long lasting relationships. Nonetheless there was something that she wanted to talk about. She did not want him to think that things could go as they did before between them, at least sexually. And at the same time it was Brian’s big day and she did not want to create unnecessary tension. They kept talking before arriving to the venue.

The ceremony was simple but lovely. Y/N felt so honoured to be part of the small number of people attending. She could not help but shed a tear when they exchanged their vows and Roger reached for her hand. Y/N did not have the strength to push him away. As the couple was announced as husband and wife she felt his grip tightened around her fingers. They let go of each other’s touch to applaud the newlyweds. Y/N almost felt sad about it but was trying to focus on Brian and Christine before following them outside. Everybody was asked to gather for a photograph, they all had to squeeze as close as possible and in order not to lose his plus one in the hurry, Roger gently grabbed by the waist and he felt her relaxing as he was doing so. They looked at each other and smiled as they were surprised by the flash of the camera.

That was when Y/N realised that she was taking a wrong turn. She should not let herself believe that it was anything more than what it was. She could not let herself be hurt again. It had been so hard to overcome the past few months and she was finally happy. She could not allow herself to play the game, not even for one day. And from this moment on she avoided Roger. She first found relief with Freddie, pretending that she needed to catch up with him (although she had been in contact with him much more than with the drummer lately). She convinced him to get in the car with them for the journey to the reception, taking the backseat to let the singer in the front, avoiding Roger’s gaze as much as she could.

Once they had arrived at the wonderful place where the reception was taking place, she always found an excuse to avoid him, talking to people she had never seen in her life, going to the toilets more than needed and helping herself with much more champagne than she should have. Her mind was now a little blurry but she was happy to see that it was the case of most guests. When she could not escape sitting at the designated table anymore, she sat next to Roger who was looking at her with intensity. She smiled and tried to act like her body was not completely hurting to be sat so close to him.

Y/N was pleased to be sat with people that she knew although she felt out of place. John and Veronica, Freddie and Mary and finally Roger and her. Freddie and Mary might not be an item anymore but there was nothing surprising to see them together. But what was her role, why was she here? She shook her head and tried to focus on the conversation, sipping on her wine.

‘I heard that your show had been nominated for an award’ John said

‘Oh...Yes !’ Y/N smiled ‘It’s wonderful’

‘We cannot wait to come and see you. Veronica cannot wait to see it, she loved the last one so much.’ John smiled

‘You don’t have to, really’ she waved

‘Y/N is brilliant. You should see her on stage. She’s unbelievable’ Roger said with a genuine enthusiasm

‘She learnt from the best’

As Freddie talked, Roger had placed his hand in Y/N’s back, making her shrug. She was so touched by his words and her mouth let out a little thank you that only him could hear. All the people around them witnessed this delicate moment without saying anything, hoping that it was a sign that things were going in the right direction. The conversation went on and Y/N relaxed as she felt fine.

‘What about your house?’ Freddie asked ‘Is everything going alright?’

‘Yes’ Roger smiled, ‘Feels a little big for just me but…’

‘You have a house?’ Y/N interrupted in

‘I do’ he smiled

‘Since when?’ she asked, frowning

‘Well, I moved soon after the tour. The flat was not really suitable’

Y/N suddenly felt weird. It meant that when she had called in July, it was no longer Roger who lived in the flat. But what did he mean by ‘not suitable’? Did he regret letting her live there while he was away?

‘I hope it’s not my fault’

‘Of course it’s not love. I was sorry to see you go without saying goodbye’

There was an uneasiness but they kept silent. Some music was now playing and Roger offered his free hand to Y/N with a smile.

‘Would you mind?’

‘With great pleasure’ she smiled

The music was calm and played by a live band. The atmosphere was joyful and everybody was talking happily around them. But was Roger’s hand wrapped her waist, Y/N was transported in a world when only the both of them existed. She could feel her heartbeat getting faster as their bodies came closer. She could now feel Roger’s breath on her skin, making her hair erect on her arms. She allowed herself to close her eyes for a minute, Roger’s hands going down on her butt. Alcohol was running though her blood and her fingers started playing with his hair. Things were tensed and they were now so close that she could feel the driller hardening against her.

She felt dizzy as he whispered something non her ear. She suddenly opened her eyes and realised where she was. She was at Brian’s wedding and people were looking at them. They were not judging, some of them were smiling. As if they were just a nice couple dancing together and enjoying the night. But it was not what it was and she felt nauseous. She excused herself and went as fast as she could, leaving Roger in the middle of the dance floor. Now was not the time for a panic attack and she bitterly regretted the numerous drinks she had.

‘What the fuck are you playing at?’

Y/N turned and faced Roger. She had seen him angry numerous times, making a fuss, fighting sometimes. The drummer was quite temperamental. But she had never felt like she was the source of his fury.

‘I am sorry Roger. I felt unwell, too many emotions and too much wine’ she tried

‘Stop it’ he shouted

Y/N almost jumped. This was the last thing she wanted, a scene. This was what she had tried to avoid all day long but it was happening and she did not know what to do.

‘Y/N you’re going to tell me what is going on with you. Why the fuck did you agree to come if you’re going to avoid…’

Because of the panic, because of the fire in her chest and the need to make him stop talking as quickly as possible, she kissed him.

*End of Flash Back*

Y/N had parted from Roger, looking down. And before he could say anything, tears started to fill her eyes.

‘I don’t want to do this’ Y/N said, her voice so low that Roger almost did not hear her

‘You kissed me’ he replied, confused

‘I know. I am sorry.’

‘So… Can you tell me what is going on or do you have another way to escape again’

He sounded annoyed and Y/N could not blame him. She wanted to be honest but she felt scared. Scared that what she had to say would put an end to everything, scared that he would reject her, scared that she would lose him. She looked at him, his eyes and knew that it was time. They both deserved this misery to come to an end.

‘I just don’t want things to go like they were before’ she admitted

Roger frowned and tears started rolling on Y/N cheeks, ready to hear that there was no reason for them to see each other if things could not be like they used to.

‘Then why did you come today?’ he asked, his voice filled with desillusion more than resentment

‘I thought…’ she hesitated ‘Roger. I am so sorry. I thought it was alright. That I could do it. But it started meaning more than just sex. You started to mean more than just… a friend’

At first Roger was confused, unsure of what she was talking about. She had gone much before the wedding. She was talking about months ago.

‘I am sorry but I am not able to just be that kind of friend. But I don’t want to lose you Roger. Because…’

‘Oh Y/N. How could you be so stupid’

Y/N looked at Roger, her heart skipping a beat. She wanted to run away but was unable to move. Suddenly Roger’s arms were around her, his face in his neck. But it wasn’t sexual like a few minutes prior, it was more like a child in deep need of consolation.

‘Y/N I am sorry. I should have told you right away. I should have told you before I went on this fucking tour. I should have told you before you started dating Linda. I should have told you every day since I realised’

‘Tell me what’

‘That I love you’

Y/N’s eyes were now wide opened as she was filled with happiness and confusion.

‘But..’

‘I know’ he went on ‘I was such a prick with you. I wanted to things right and then I did everything wrong. When Linda came into your life, everything crashed down. I wanted to still be your friend but I saw that it made you unhappy. I thought you did not want to see me again. And then I heard that you had broken up but you never called. So I gave up. But you’re quite hard to get over with Y/N. You showed up at Hyde Park and it was this burning fire all over again. And you seemed happy to see me. I thought that maybe you felt the same way but…’

His eyes looked so sad telling all this. It was like the past months flashing in his head. All these missed opportunities, those weeks without talking with each other, these hours spent trying to forget her in someone else’s arms without ever succeeding. The devastating pain having to avoid her. But Y/N was here now as she caressed his cheeks with her arm.

‘I do Roger. I love you.’ she cut him ‘And you’re right, I am stupid. I have hurt so many people because of my foolishness. You, Linda… even me. I know what your life is about Roger and it scared the fuck out of me. And I lied to everybody thinking that I could shut down how I felt about you. I am sorry. I am so sorry’

Y/N was crying when Roger’s lips came to meet hers. It was nothing like before. It was not filled with bestial sexual need, there was no rage, no fear. It was absolution.

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It was hard to say how they had ended up there but Roger and Y/N were now kissing on Roger’s backseat. They could not part from each other, lips already swollen by their interrupted kiss. The drummer was shirtless as his hand were trying find their way under Y/N’s dress. Her hair was a mess and he found her so hot that a growl escaped his mouth, making her bite her lower lips.

‘Fuck Y/N’

As he was saying her name he finally reached was he was looking for. Y/N’s core was more than ready and he could feel it clench as he touched it. Y/N was seating on him and her hand grabbed the backrest as he was sliding his finger inside her. He wanted to please her, he wanted to make her feel love and as he was playing with her insides he kept kissing every part of his body that available to him.

‘Roger, as much as I would love it to last forever I think we should hurry’

‘Mmmh’ he sighed ‘Ain’t going to last long anyway’

He loved how rushed she was, how needy. She smiled at him and his heart felt even more full than it was already was. She took care of his trousers and released his swollen member. The precum was all over his shaft and Y/N eyes were betraying her lust. Roger helped her placing himself at her entrance. She buried her head in his shoulder as she let herself going down, Roger’s going deeper in her. Slowly, her hips moved again, providing pleasure they had never felt before. It was new, it was beautiful.

Roger’s right hand was on her back as she moved faster. They whispered love words to each other as their high was approaching, something they had never done before but that made it even better. Y/N’s knees were tighter around Roger’s hips and his head was now between her breast as he tried not to scream her name. She felt Roger releasing himself inside her and her walls immediately clenched around his member. She rode her orgasm and stayed a minute with Roger inside of her as they kissed again, the corner of their lips rising on their cheeks.

Roger wanted to get behind the steering wheel and take her away from here, somewhere that they would be alone and together, finally. But as she tried to collect herself together she convinced him that he should honour his host, they already been missing for long. They both went back inside, holding hands and radiating. The couple was cutting the cake. Roger and Y/N looked at each other and laughed, realising that they had gone right after the starter.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’ Freddie said as they were back at the table

‘My girlfriend needed to be taken care of’ Roger exulted

‘Well, took you long enough’ was all Freddie said

Y/N could have reprimanded Roger for his comment and yet. First of all, her friends were not that stupid and probably already knew what had been going on. She hoped though that nobody had seen or heard them. Second, she did not care. Third, although it did not matter, she was happy to know that they had their friends’ approval. And finally, Roger had called her his girlfriend and she could not be happier.

The little group started talking and drinking again. Cake was brought to their table was Roger who was starving devoured his slice, making Y/N laugh and getting cream on his nose. When people knew they were casually hooking up, they never publicly demonstrated anything, but things were different now. Drunk, mostly in love, Y/N moved towards her lover and licked his nose, surprising him but making him smirk.

‘Now, that is truly disgusting’ they heard someone said without caring

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Love Of My Life Series - Ben Hardy x F!Reader - How They Met

Word Count: 4500

Summary: Y/N works in her local hotel when a film crew arrived to stay there, making her take a break from her book.

Warnings: Mention of break up and layoff.

A/N: The ‘Love Of My Life Series’ will be a series of short One Shots featuring members of the BohRhap Cast x Reader. Although you will be able to read them indepedently, they will all follow the ‘same couple’ if that makes sense. I got a little carried away with this one... Sorry !

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Y/N was not really happy to be working in that hotel, it was not exactly how she had planned her summer. She was supposed to be in Ibiza with her now ex-boyfriend. To be honest she did not even want to go to Ibiza in the first place. She was dreaming of much simpler thing, a road trip in Ireland. But now she was stuck in her hometown, working for the local hotel while Jack was enjoying the trip she had paid for.

Everyone around her was filled with excitement and all the town was talking about was how a big hollywoodian production was going to be filmed in their modest village. But Y/N was absolutely not thrilled. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, some time to figure out her life and move on to the next chapter. Working in the hotel used to be her summer job when she was younger, she worked there during holidays and whenever she could and was needed from her sixteenth until she eventually finished her studies and found a suitable job.

She had lost everything in the last few months. First her job, the small company for which she was working faced bankruptcy and only a few weeks after she found out her boyfriend of two years was cheating on her. She had tried to stay in the big city but without an income and with the pain, she had agreed to go back to her parents’ house, at least for the summer.

She thought she would be able to do as she used to, work without really working. Saying hi to the old couples who were used to stay here every summer, greet the new customers here and there, help with cleaning the rooms when there were more than 10 rooms occupied (the hotel only had 24) and spend most of her times reading books behind the reception desk. But now she would have to deal with a full hotel and help with the restaurant during the week-ends. More money but more trouble.

The crew was supposed to arrive today. Rumours were saying that the biggest stars would stay in the hotel as they would feel close by and the rest of the crew - number of rooms being quite insufficient - would stay in the nearest bigger town. Y/N was not really in the mood for divas and their demands. As much as she pretended like she did not care, she had taken a few extra minutes to get ready on that morning.

She was so deep into her reading that she did not hear the footsteps in the lobby. Her feet were on the desk and the bookmark between her teeth as her eyes were rapidly going from one word to the next one.

‘Excuse me’ a voice echoed in the room

Taken by surprise, Y/N almost lost her balance on her desk chair. A blond man was standing in front her. He looked amused and uncomfortable at the same time. Y/N almost cursed but knew how to remain -at least when not taken by surprise- professional.

‘Welcome to the Katherine’s’ she greeted him with a smile ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I’m… Well I’m Ben Hardy. I’m working on a film and…’

‘Oh yes. Absolutely.’

Still smiling, she looked at the computer. This thing was so old she thought, the owners -Katherine and Georges- were nice and their hotel was enough for its regular customers but some things deserved to be updated. Thankfully, she had managed to convince them to invest in better WiFi coverage. He had looked surprised that she did not who he was. But Y/N was not a big cinema fan, she preferred her books and did not care if it had hurt the blond man’s feelings.

‘Indeed’ she said, spotting his name ‘Room 13’

The rest of the exchange was quick and polite. Y/N kept smiling as she gave all the necessary information and Ben walked towards his room as the next customer was entering the hotel. People kept coming in all morning and Y/N completely forgot about the blond man.

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Everything had been so crazy for the past few days that Y/N barely had any time for herself. She was used to work without really working but now there was an uninterrupted stream of people coming in and out of the lobby. Everybody seemed very busy but to her greatest surprise, most of the crew was also extremely polite, some of them even remembered her name. Still, she was so happy when she heard they all went early when she arrived on that morning. Apparently they needed the morning light for a scene -Katherine was aware of every little detail- and would not come back before the afternoon.

Y/N finally had some time and enjoyed the warm sun on the back terrace, a book on her knees. This new book was not very long and if it was interesting enough, she hoped to finish it before having to go back behind her desk. And indeed it was gripping, so much so that when she finally looked up -the need to go to the toilets being too strong now- her heart skipped a beat upon noticing another person on the terrace.

It was the blond guy, the first member of the team she had checked in. He pinched his lips seeing her almost falling but she knew he wanted to laugh. She wanted to hide away but she suddenly panicked. What time was it? Had everybody come back already? Did he need anything? It would not be the first time that she would not be behind the desk because she was hiding up here but Katherine probably would not be that understanding this time. She looked at her watch but it had only been forty-five minutes since she had come here and it was only quarter to eleven.

‘I am so sorry’ they both said at the same time

He scratched his head as she played with her bracelet. She was so surprised by him apologizing that she did not know what to say.

‘I didn’t want to disturb you’ he went on

‘What? No… I thought that nobody was around. I am sorry. Do you need anything?’

‘It’s fine. I wasn’t needed this morning so I stayed in bed quite late. I just wanted to enjoy the sun.’ he smiled

He did not seem upset. Y/N did not move although she wanted to run back behind her cherished desk and pretend to work as if she did not want to hide away for the rest of her life. But it was as if she was hypnotized by the man. She properly looked at him this time, his broad shoulders, his luscious lips and his mesmerizing eyes. For what seemed to last much longer than reality they both looked at each other, without a word being said. It seemed like the sun had warmed their skin all of a sudden, or maybe was it something else.

‘I…’ she hesitated ‘I should go back inside. If you need anything, please ask’

‘What’s your name?’ he asked

‘Y/N’ she smiled ‘Enjoy the sun’

She almost asked for his name, but before doing so she was hiding behind the curtain of the lobby, her hand over her mouth to hide a smile. She went to sit but was unable to focus on anything for a while, this encounter had got her completely unsettled. She eventually decided to do some work and overlooked the planning of the week. Once it was done she almost hesitated as her hand was reaching for her book but as she was doing so, she saw the man coming back inside.

‘Mr. Hardy, can I do anything for you?’ she asked as he approached

To be perfectly honest she had checked his name on the registers when he had come back inside, remembering that he was in room 13, one of the best ones.

‘I was just heading back to my room’ he politely said

‘Of course, yes’

‘Is it interesting?’ he asked’

‘Excuse-me?’ she frowned, unsure of what he was talking about

‘The book you’re reading’

‘Oh, it’s alright’ she smiled

‘What is it about?’ he asked, looking truly interested

‘Well’ she started, surprised ‘It’s about two children who are sent to Australia in the 1930s’

It looked as if he was going to say something but his phone started ringing in his pocket. He apologised and answered the call. Y/N looked back to her computer, heat rushing through her body. She could not remember the last time someone had asked her about what she was reading. Usually people did not mention it or told her that she should live in the real world and not in between pages. But when she was reading outside he had just sat, making no noise and truly seemed saddened by the idea that maybe he had interrupted her in her activity. She tried not to listen to the conversation he was having on the phone and he left the hotel before even hanging up and she saw him getting in a car.

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The blond guy did not reappear before the end of YN’s shift that day. She tried to no think about it too much but she found herself eavesdropping as she was shopping in the local supermarket. People were talking about the film and for the first time she was interested in what was said. Apparently the actors where quite famous and they had been seen in the village this week, an information that was not particularly interesting to Y/N. She didn't even know what the film was about. She sighed and after paying started heading home. She wanted to pay a visit to the local charity shop before going home for good. She had finished her book as planned and wanted to see if they had received anything interesting. There was something about second hand books that she loved. The idea that this object already had one, even several lives maybe, that this story was being shared. She always looked for traces of the past owners, dog-eared page -although she hated doing this herself-, spilled tea or coffee, forgotten bookmarks, sand -she always imagined these books being carried around during someone’s holiday, most probably unfinished and sometimes, dried teardrops marks.

The shop was quite small but she knew it so well, most of her purchases in her younger years had been made here. She was greeted by one of the volunteers and made her way towards the books. There were often some recommendations from the people giving their time to the shop but Y/N rarely paid attention to those. Still, one of them intrigued her ‘the book that is being turned into a film in our own little parish’. She raised her eyebrows and picked the book. She knew the name of the author but she had never heard about this particular book, which surprised her. Without thinking she walked towards the cash desk and paid for the item.

Y/N walked back home, thinking about the book. She had not read the summary. It was one of her habit. If she knew she wanted to read the book even though she did not know much about it, she wanted to discover it from with as little information as possible. She kissed her mother’s cheek as she put the groceries away in the kitchen before going to her room. Y/N played with her fingers for a bit, her mouth twisted. She was now thinking about the client from the hotel. She wondered what he was doing in the film. At first she thought that maybe he was part of the production team but she could not forget his charisma. There was something that emerged from him, and his face was so perfectly made, like a greek statue. Y/N concluded that he was most probably an actor. After debating with herself she finally decided not to look at his name on the internet. If she had a chance to, she wanted to discover him without summary, they rarely did justice to the real work.

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Y/N had her head in the clouds as she was helping with breakfast on the following morning. This was mainly due to the fact that she had spent the night reading. She had not been able to finish her latest purchase, the book was quite long and she knew she had to work on the next day. She was now obsessed with the idea of finishing the novel. Working at the reception desk was one thing but she had never been very talented with the position of waitress. Usually the little restaurant managed by the hotel owners was only opened in the evening but the film crew had requested catering for breakfast.

‘Y/N !’ someone called her ‘Order for table 4’

‘Sorry chef, on my way’ she said, grabbing the two plates

She managed to bring them to the table without spilling anything and although she thought it was almost time to close the kitchen, she saw two people walking in, Ben Hardy and a woman. She recognised the woman immediately, she was a well-known actress. She was so bad with actors but her ex could not stop talking about her and now she understood why. She was absolutely stunning. Maybe it was an actor thing, she thought, but her too had this kind of aura around her. She shook her head and moved towards the table.

‘Good Morning’ she said ‘ What can I do for you?’

‘Obviously same thing as usual, your cook should have my dietary requests by now’ the actress sharply said

Y/N tried not to look too surprised by the remark but she had to prevent herself from saying anything that could get her in trouble.

‘Of course. I am sorry.’ she tried with a crooked smile ‘Sir?’

She looked at Ben, ready to hear something similar but she perceived a saddened look in his eyes.

‘Scrambled eggs please, with coffee. Thank you very much’

‘My pleasure. I will be back with your orders’

‘Make it quick please. I have to be with hair and makeup in 45’ the actress added

Y/N pinched her lips, preferring not to say anything as she could hear another nasty comment behind her ‘I hate this hotel. I am used to a lot better’. Y/N was now too far to hear what Ben said to her but she imagined that he was agreeing. When she explained what had just happened to the kitchen crew they all laughed. Apparently it was not the first time that she was acting like a diva. Y/N knew nothing about it because she had managed to get Katherine’s personal phone number and only referred to her. There was nobody else in the restaurant anymore and Y/N waited for the order, chatting with her colleagues. She suddenly realised that she had missed quite a bit of drama as she had been determined not to care about what was going on.

One of the cook, Kevin, was telling her everything he had heard since the film crew had arrived, and there was much to say. Y/N knew the man as they had grew up together, or at least in the same area. She was one year younger than him which meant that they had never been together at school but the village was small enough that they spent some time together. They had started their work in the same summer, but Kevin had never left the kitchen and he seemed to be perfectly happy like this. Y/N was almost sad to see that the order was now ready in front of her. This meant she would not here the end of Kevin’s story and she would have to face the diva once again. She sighed before carrying both to the designated table.

‘And here you are’ she said with a big professional smile ‘Sorry again for the misunderstanding. Enjoy’

‘Thank you’ Ben said

Y/N had to wait until they finished to get rid of the dishes and she would finally be freed from waitressing duty. She went to a corner of the room, as far as she could to be able to see them and be ready to help if needed without bothering the actors. As she tried to occupy her mind, Kevin’s head appeared and looked at her ‘Hey Wormy, come back when you’re down. I’m making you some special pancakes’. Y/N immediately waved him away before hiding her face inside her hand. She looked at the occupied table to apologize but the woman was already going out, her phone going to her ear. Ben seemed to have finished so she went to clear the table.

‘I am so sorry’ they both said at the same time

They both laughed a little, it was the second time that it was happening to them. But although Y/N was curious to know why the gentleman was apologizing for, she did not dare to ask.

‘I am sorry for my friend’s intervention.’ she started

‘Nothing to worry about’ he smiled before changing attitude ‘I am sorry for her attitude’ he added waving at the empty chair ‘It’s just…’

‘It’s nothing’ Y/N said ‘I should have checked. It won’t happen again sir’

‘Please, call me Ben. You don’t have to apologize Y/N, really. So your...’

And before he could add anything, a man came inside the room and asked for Ben to hurry as he was expected to be going on the filming site. Y/N was disappointed without really knowing why.

‘Have a nice day’

‘Enjoy your pancakes’ he waved

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Y/N indeed enjoyed the pancakes in the kitchen with Kevin when all she could think about was the actor. He had remembered her name she thought, it was not unusual that regular customers did but they had only talked three times. A few days had passed and their paths had only crossed twice, never long enough so that they could exchange more than just the usual greetings. Once a week, Y/N had a night shift. She did not mind, it was usually her easiest moment as it was rare to see any clients.

She was reading the same book for the second time. The ending had surprised her so much that she wanted to read it again, paying attention to any details that could have helped her foreseeing the unexpected ending. Suddenly, she heard some footsteps in the stairs and put her book down. Y/N immediately recognised the guest.

‘Ben. May I help you’ she asked

‘Good evening Y/N. Not really, I just wanted to enjoy some fresh air.’

‘Of course. I’m sorry I have closed the door but I’ll open it for you’

‘Oh non don’t worry. I did not know it was closed’

‘It’s not usually.. It’s just, well I’m alone and it’s quite late so I thought’

‘Naturally’

He sounded like he truly understood and patiently waited as she grabbed the keys behind the desk and went to open the double doors. The air was fresh but not cold and Y/N embraced it, closing her eyes for a second. Ben was patiently waiting behind her and she moved on the side to let him out. She stayed against the frame, watching the stars. Ben had fetched his cigarettes in his pocket and lit one before looking at her.

‘Are you waiting for me?’ he asked

‘No. Sorry I did not want to stay. Please, take as much time as you need’ she answered, ready to go back inside

‘Do you have much to do?’ he sounded like he wanted her to stay

‘No, not really. Nights are rather quite’ she admitted

‘Were you reading?’ he enquired

‘Well, yes’

He looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight. They were lucky enough that it was a full moon so that did not need any artificial light. His blond hair looked like silver and as he was drawing on his cigarette, a red light reflected in his beautiful eyes. The shivers that were running down her skin, Y/N had not felt them for a very long time, even when she was with Jack. She could barely remember when her ex-boyfriend had made her feel like this. It was stupid she thought. He was just a customer and probably felt sorry that she had to spend the night alone.

‘Is it the same book as last time? The one about Australia?’

The fact that he remembered what the book was about warmed her heart a little more and she decided to join him, going completely outside.

‘No in fact… It’s… It’s the book that your film is adapted from’

‘Oh, interesting. What do you think?’

‘It is an amazing story. To be honest I had not read a book that surprised me this much for a while. The style is very peculiar, but I like it. At first the rhythm was a little slow but it really helps you get into the story. The characters are well developed and you never feel like the author is saying too much or not enough. And the subplot is so intelligent and yet, so well balanced. I am reading it for the second time because I read it so fast the first time I wanted to enjoy it again’

She finished talking and suddenly realised that she had got carried away, as she always did when she was talking about a book that she liked. But he was not looking at his phone or staring at her as if she was crazy. She was used to it, especially with Jack. But he was smiling timidly.

‘I am glad you liked it. To be honest when I read the script I immediately bought the book. I really wanted to be part of the project’

‘Is it as good? I mean, I don’t know much about cinema but… I feel like it could make a good film’

‘I hope it will. But I think so’

And they started talking about the project. He told her about the film, how they changed a few things. The author was no longer alive but they had asked for advice on the adaptation. In fact, it was the first time he was part of the production of a film, he truly believed in it. She felt at ease with him, he acted so so warmly. They both sat one next to each other, facing the moon. It happened naturally, neither of them wanted to go back inside, or at least put an end to this intimate moment.

‘I just…’ she started ‘I just feel it is weird that hum… the actress that you had breakfast with is playing the main role. She just seems… A lot more confident than the character.’

Ben laughed, but not to make fun of her. He appreciated her candour.

‘You know that our job is to play different character Y/N? And… even though she can be… well let’s say she can be a lot. She is an amazing actress.’

‘Sorry’ she quickly said ‘I didn’t want to be mean. And I don’t really think you look as mad as your character’ she joked

‘Enough about this film and me. Tell me about you’

‘There is not much to say’ she looked at him, disconcerted

‘Do you live here?’ he asked, brushing away her remark

‘Yes, no… Well. I used to live in London but… Life happened.’ her voice suddenly lower

‘I’m sorry’ he apologised ‘I didn’t want to make you feel bad.’

‘It’s alright. It’s just so cliché that’s it’s laughable. I lost what was the closest thing the job of my dream, was cheated on by a stupid guy that never really loved me and now I’m back in the little village, living with mom and dad. Pathetic’ she sighed

He looked at her, not with pity in his eyes but with true sadness.

‘It’s not pathetic’ he assured ‘I am sorry it happened to you. But you don’t give the impression to be someone who give up that easily.’

‘Thank you’ she simply replied, grateful that he sounded sincere

‘What is your dream job?’

‘I want to be a book publisher. I mean… I was working in a very small publishing house but it was great. Unfortunately they bet a lot of money of dreadful book and… they had to put an end to the story’

He kept asking questions about it. On the one hand he was not surprised to see that her life revolved around books and she could not help but smile seeing that he found it remarkable rather than sad. She asked him about his work. On the other hand he was surprised that she did not know who he was, but not in a bad way. So he told him about his career, how he was not seeing himself becoming an actor but how life found a way.

‘Of course you were in EastEnders’ she exclaimed ‘My nan love this show, I was sure I saw you somewhere’

He laughed. She was so spontaneous. He was glad she had left her ‘professional’ attitude at the door. They kept talking, on and on. And then the sun started to rise and they realised that they might have been talking for a little bit too long. She apologized profusely.

‘It’s fine’ he said ‘It was probably going to be a sleepless night anyway. I am glad I spent it with you’

‘What do you mean?’

She thought she might have crossed a line but they had spent an entire night talking after all.

‘Acting can be quite a lonely life’ he simply replied ‘And sometimes loneliness is a lot’

‘Loneliness is a bitch’

He smirked. They looked at each other and they saw, that they both knew what they were talking about. How hard it was not to have someone to talk to. Not a friend, no. Someone special, someone who cared. Someone who listened carefully and held you in their arms. For a few seconds they stayed like this, wondering if they should make a move. But they exhausted and it had been a long night. Still, Ben came closer to her and once hugged her. She let her face rest on his muscular torso as she enjoyed the embrace. They parted and smiled.

He eventually made his way towards the stairs, wishing a good night, or a good day, he was not too sure anymore. Y/N went back to close the door, taking a deep breathe of fresh her before doing so. For the first time in a while she felt like the outside world was more exciting than what she could read in her books.

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