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“Jamie! Can you bring me my drill? It should be in the first drawer of my desk. This stupid hotel is crumbling down.” Jamie nodded and headed upstairs to her mom's room, smiling at her mom's complaints. True, the hotel wasn't at its best, but Y/N did love it, no matter how much she complained. It had been her dream to open a hotel on the island ever since she set foot on it for the first time. Jamie had been born here, rarely ever leaving. She loved it dearly, the island, the hotel, her life. It'd had always been just her and Y/N. She was okay with that, cause her mom was the absolute best. But she couldn't help wondering about her father. Where he was. Who he was. Did he even know she existed? Probably not, she thought.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she reached her mom's room, trying to remember why she was up here in the first place. She clicked, heading towards the desk and opening the first drawer. And sure enough, there was the drill. She picked it up, and underneath she noticed a journal. She knew she shouldn't look at it, it was her mom's and it was personal. But her curiosity took the better of her. She set the drill down on the desk and reached for the journal, opened it carefully and started to read the first page.
~
July 30th, 1969
You had just gotten to Greece a few days ago. After graduating high school in America last year, you decided to take a year off, with the intent of traveling the world. You didn't get to until now, but you were determined to make the most of the time you had. Greece had always been the place you wanted to see the most, so that's where you headed first. It was beautiful. And so full of life.
You were wandering in the streets, not quite sure what to do with your day, when you spotted a ferry that was headed to a little island nearby. You decided to go check it out, it couldn't hurt.
The ride didn't take too long, and soon enough, you were stepping onto the island. Greece was beautiful, yes, but this was something else entirely. You had never seen anything so gorgeous. You'd been there only 5 minutes and you already knew you never wanted to leave.
The wind was strong here, but it was warm, so it wasn't bothering you much. You made your way up a hill, to get a better view. You spent some time there, admiring everything, when, out of nowhere, rain started pouring. You were taken aback, not expecting this at all. You were frantically looking around for a shelter, when you spotted a little cabin just a bit further down the road. You rushed towards it and opened the door, walking in and sighing as you closed the door behind you. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door, catching your breath, when you heard someone clear their throat and you jumped, your eyes opening quickly. A gorgeous blond man was leaning against the wall across from you, staring at you.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I am so, so sorry! I didn't think anyone was in here! And the rain just started so suddenly and it's the first thing I saw and-”
You stopped your rambling when he chuckled lightly, a slight grin forming on his face.
“It's quite alright, love. Wouldn't want to get you wet now, would we?” He teased. He was looking you up and down and didn't even try to be subtle about it.
You blushed and looked away. That boy was gonna be trouble. He had way too much of an effect on you.
“I'm Roger. Roger Taylor. Feel free to stay in here as long as you want.” You looked back at him at that, a grateful smile gracing your lips.
“Thank you,” you said softly. “I'm Y/N Y/L/N,” you added after a pause.
“It's nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you too, Roger.”
~
It took about half an hour for the rain to stop, and you spent most of that time sitting at his table, looking anywhere but at him. He had an intense gaze, and you refused to get lost in his deep blue eyes.
He was sitting on the couch, not very far from you. But nothing was far from you in the cabin, really. It was fairly small. You could feel his eyes on you. He'd pretty much been looking at you the whole time while you were dead set on ignoring him. At first, it was because you felt intimated. But that feeling quickly faded away. You realized he was harmless. Well, harmless as long as you didn't give him the opportunity to break your heart. Because you knew he could. Easily.
“Are you really just gonna sit there without saying a word?” Your head snapped up at his words. “You haven't even looked at me since you sat down at that damn table. Am I really that intimidating?” His tone was coy.
“You wish.” You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape.
“Well, what is it then?” he asked, more seriously.
You looked him over, he was really handsome. And weren't you here to have fun, anyway?
“It's nothing.” You decided to throw caution to the wind, and motioned for him to come sit with you, and he gladly obliged.
“So, what'd you wanna talk about?” you asked, a small smile on your lips.
“What are you doing in Greece?”
“I always wanted to travel, see the world. And Greece just seemed like the right place to start I suppose.”
He nodded at your response.
“How long are you staying? Are you staying on the mainland or here on Kalokairi?” he asked.
“Woah there, so many questions,” you laughed.
“I don't know how long I'm staying, as long as I want I guess? And I was staying on the mainland, but, Kalokairi you called it?-” He nodded. “-It's so amazing here, I might just have to find a place to stay, at least for a little while.”
“You should, it's great here. Plus, I'm here. Big advantage for Kalokairi,” he grinned.
“Hmm yeah sure,” you huffed.
“Ouch, you wound me, love,” he said, putting his hand over his chest in a dramatic gesture.
You couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped your lips.
“So um, the rain's stopped. I should probably go,” you said as you raised from the chair.
“Hold on!” He got up hastily and you paused, looking at him.
“There's a place not far from here I know you'd love!” He said excitedly.
“We've met less than an hour ago, how could you possibly know what I'd love?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I just do. C'mon, trust me, won't ya?” He said, trying to look annoyed at your lack of enthusiasm, but you could see that he was hoping you'd say yes.
“Alright, fuck it. Lead the way,” you gestured towards the door. He grinned at you and took your hand in his, heading outside. You froze at the contact, his hand fit so well with yours. You shook your head slightly, pushing the thought out of your head and followed him.
~
You were sitting with Roger on one of the balconies of an abandoned hotel, your legs dangling off the edge. The view was truly incredible. It was hard to focus on that with having Roger sitting so close to you though. He'd made you laugh with his stupid jokes the entire way here, and you found yourself quickly letting down your defenses, feeling very comfortable around him.
You got up and walked back inside the room, Roger's eyes following you as you went.
“Okay, you were right.” You twirled around, making Roger laugh softly. “I absolutely love this place!”
“Told you you would!” He beamed at you.
“It must have been so beautiful when it was open!” you exclaimed, a dreamy look in your eye. “Can you imagine?”
“Yeah, must've been quite something.”
“One day, I'll fix this place up and run it! I'll make it the number one destination in Greece!”
He got up and made his way over to you. “That's quite the plan you got there.”
“Just you wait and see, it'll happen,” you said confidently.
“Oh I believe you, love. I wouldn't put anything past you.” The look on his face told you he actually meant that. It made you smile.
“Wanna grab a bite? There's a little restaurant not far from here that's pretty good, and I'm starving.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” You smiled at him, and this time you were the one to take his hand in yours.
~
You’d spent the entire day with Roger, and it had been one of the best days of your life. Now you were in front of his cabin, staring at each other. His hand softly brushed a strand of hair out of your face, lingering there a second longer than necessary. You leaned into his touch slightly. He leaned down, his face a few inches away from you. You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips softly against his. He used the hand that was already on your face to cup your cheek, his other one resting on your waist. He gave your waist a little tug, pulling you closer, a soft gasp escaping your lips and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You ran your hands through his hair, revelling in the sensation.
You kissed until you had to pull away for air. You rested your hands on his chest.
After a short, comfortable silence, he spoke up.
“So, want to come in for the greatest shag of your life?” He suggested with a grin.
Your eyes widened and he panicked a little, putting his hands up in mock defense.
“I was kidding! Well, not really, but I shouldn't have said it, sorry,” he mumbled.
“Well-” you trailed, tracing your finger along his chest. “-if it were just a shag… but the greatest shag of my life? Who could say no to that?” You said with a sly smirk.
“Indeed, who could?” He grinned and took your hand, leading you into his cabin.
~
“So, Roger Taylor, I've told you why I'm in Greece. But you still haven't. What're you doing here?” you asked him quietly. You were laying in his bed, your head on his chest and his arm around you. He was a cocky son of a bitch, but he had a right to be. He really was amazing. Not that you'd ever admit that to him.
He hummed, gently rubbing your shoulder. “Just had to take a break from London. The city, Uni, and all that shit.”
“What are you studying?”
“Dentistry. But that's not what I wanna do.” He paused, and you looked up at him, prodding him to go on.
“I wanna be a rockstar,” he said with a grin.
The look on his face made you think his dream was probably gonna come true, one way or another, and you rested your head back on his chest.
“A rockstar, huh?”
He hummed in agreement.
“Do you play anything?” you queried.
“Yeah. I'm a drummer.”
“And I'm really good,” he added after a beat, and you laughed.
“Well, that's good to know. You'll have to play for me sometime.”
“Definitely, love.” He kissed your hair, and shifted a little under you, moving into a better position for sleeping. He pulled you closer and you snuggled up to him, sighing softly.
~
August 13th, 1969
The last two weeks with Roger had been the best of your life. You had fallen head over heels in love with him in such a short amount of time, it was crazy. And even though neither of you had said it, you knew he loved you, too. You'd spent the last week talking about how you should both just stay here forever, and everytime you did he would just pull you in for a hug or a kiss, distracting you so that he wouldn't have to tell it wasn't possible. You knew it was a ludicrous idea, you both had responsibilities back home, but you didn't care. Not one bit. To hell with school back home. You didn't even know what you were going to study. And you hated school. The idea of going, learning something you didn't even care about, just to please your parents made your skin crawl. No, you wanted to stay here, forever. With Roger.
You walked back into the cabin, having just come back from picking oranges in a tree nearby. You smiled at Roger's shirtless sleeping form on the bed. You walked over to the kitchen counter with your bag of oranges, trying to remember where the juicer was. You opened a drawer and there it was. As you reached for it, your fingers brushed against a file, part of a picture slipping out of it. You could see it was a picture of Roger, so you pulled it out to look at it properly. Your smile faltered when you saw that he had his arms around a beautiful girl. She was beaming at him. You turned the picture over and read the inscription. “Engagement picture, June 30th, 1969” Your eye prickling with tears, you turned it over once again, to look at the girl's hand. And sure enough, she had a ring on her finger. You couldn't believe this. You let the oranges fall to the ground, threw the picture on the floor and rushed outside, slamming the door loudly behind you.
“Y/N?!” Roger shot up as he heard the door slamming. He looked around and saw the oranges on the floor, he got up hastily, concerned. He bent down to grab his pants, and that's when he saw it. The picture. Fuck. he thought as he rushed out after you.
“Y/N!” He was calling out to you, but you kept running, ignoring him. You had no idea where you were going, but you didn't care. You just needed to get away, as far away from him as possible.
Without even realizing you were headed that way, you found yourself in front of the abandoned hotel. Once you were inside, you finally allowed yourself to stop and catch your breath. But that was a mistake, cause Roger ran in not long after.
“Y/N! Y/N please just listen to me!” He panted.
You turned around, staring him down.
“I'd love to,” you said, trying to hold back your tears.
“You will?” he asked hopefully.
“Yeah. I'll listen while you answer 3 questions. “Are you engaged to that woman in the picture?”
He hesitated for a second before nodding slowly.
“Yes.”
“And did you tell me about it?”
“No.” Tears were forming in his eyes now. You looked away, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself.
“And do you seriously think I could ever forgive you?”
“Please don't-”
“Go.”
“Please, please just listen to me Y/N,” he pleaded, getting closer to you.
“No!” You put your arm up, stopping him from approaching. “That is enough listening! Go!”
“But-”
“Go, Roger.” You turned away from him, letting your tears flow freely now that he couldn't see you. You heard a choked sob, and then he finally left.
You cried for hours. That was it. The love of your life, gone, just like that. But knowing you and knowing Roger, there was nothing you could do.