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Down With The Wall

Pairing: Student!Gwilym Lee as Brian May x Student!reader

Description: Y/N has been struggling with biology so the headmaster decides to assign her an anonymous tutour, y/n being stubborn tries to keep her badass act up, acting cold towards her new tutour. Will she continue to push him out like she has done with everyone else or will this new tutour get beyond the facade and get to see some of the real her?

Warning: None, some angst, mostly fluff

”Y/N, F, again..” The teacher says, looking down on you before continue passing out the papers to all other students. Annoyed you flip your paper before anyone could have the possibility to see the big red letter on your paper. This was the third time you’ve failed the biology test, you just couldn’t seem to understand all the complicated terms. By now you were over school and stupid biology class, ’Who needs to know about cells and genetics anyway? It’s not like I’ll ever have use of this in real life’ you think to yourself. You knew you were just overreacting but you were annoyed, biology seemed like that one subject you just would never pass. ”y/n.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the voice of your professor, ”Headmaster Provello would like to have a word with you.” The whole class ’ooooh’s as you exit the room, just rolling your eyes at the immaturity of your classmates.

You walk down the halls of the big school, passing about 10 classrooms filled with other dumb teenagers before arriving at the headmaster’s office. This was the fifth time you’ve been here discussing your grades this month, he just wouldn’t seem to get off your back about it. You knock on the wooden door, hearing a mumbled ”come in,” from the other side. You gently open the door peaking your head in to see the familiar face of your headmaster there. ”Aah, Ms L/N, come in please.” He says gladly. You close the door behind you before sitting down on the opposite of his desk, playing around with your hands, already expecting the same lecture you get every time. ”You failed the exam again Ms L/N.” He says with a much more serious voice. ”This is the third time you’ve failed, do you not put any effort in?” He says desperately. ”I do Mr Provello, it’s just all those stupid terms, I just can’t remember them all.” You say sitting up in your chair, ”You can’t honestly expect a student to remember ’Deoxyribonucleic Acid’ as well as a hundred other terms all in their head.” You say defensively yet his expression does not change even by a millimetre, ”And yet, all other students do, all expect you.” You feel a sting in your heart. He was being harsh but you knew he was right, you were the only student who was failing. You were the black sheep of the class and every single person in your class knew it, continuously making fun of you for not passing or for getting an answer wrong. You didn’t exactly have the most of friends.

”Look, Ms L/N, I really think it’s time we assign you a tutour,” Your eyes instantly widen, feeling the panic entering your body. ”Oh Mr Povello I really don’t think it is necessary I’ll start paying atte-” He holds up his hand stopping you mid-sentence ”I have given you plenty of opportunities to start paying attention, don’t you think.” Hanging your head down as he’s talking, once again you know he’s right, he’s given you not one, not two, not three, but four chances to improve, and you’ve continuously let him down. ”I’m assigning you a tutour, and it’s not up for discussion.” You huff loudly, standing up annoyed and walking out not saying another word.

While walking home from school that day, you just tried to imagine who they would assign as your tutour, probably one of the douchbags who continuously make fun of you, just giving them the chance to make fun of you outside of school time. Maybe they would send one of the bimbos who do nothing but talk about ’boys’ and ’the latest trends’ in class, only passing by paying some kids down the street to do their work for them. You enter your dull house, neither of your parents being home, both of them being occupied by work as per usual, you usually spent the nights alone as they would usually just crash at their work or at some friend of theirs.

When evening arrives you start frying some eggs and bacon as some sort of dinner but just as you’re about to flip your eggs there’s a knocking at your door. That feeling of panic comes back and your thoughts once again start running around about who it could be. You slowly walk to your door, cautiously unlocking and opening the door. As you peak your head out you see a tall, skinny boy standing outside your door. His hair was wavy, a chestnut-brown colour, going down just to above his ears. He had a small smile on his face, his hands crossed over his chest, books and notebooks placed between his arms and chest. “Uh, are you Y/N L/N?” He asks, reading the name from one of the notes placed in his notebook. “I am her, you must be the tutour.” You say smirking at the apparent nervous, you recognized the boy but couldn’t place a name on his head. You know you’ve seen him hanging around with that boy Roger Taylor, the player, they play in some kind of band together but you’re not too into it. He chuckles at your comment before holding out his hand for you, “Brian May, I study astrophysics.” You look down at his hand before looking back up at him only turning around leaving his hand hanging, “I’ve got some eggs cooking, just come in and get settled I guess.”

You usually weren’t rude, actually most of the time you were open and happy, but you didn’t trust many people at your school. Most of the times you had opened up to anyone they always ended up hurting you in the end, this time you weren’t going to be hurt you were sure of that. He was hanging around with Roger the player so he could only be just as bad.

As you finish up your food, putting on a plate, Brian has put out all his books, notebooks and pens out on the kitchen table trying to tidy up, “Well, I was thinking we could start with genetics as that’s what you’ve struggled with most.” He starts babbling on about some chapter from one of his books and you quickly zone out only thinking about the tasty feeling of bacon in your mouth.

The tutour sessions took place every Thursday afternoon. You got to know Brian more. You learnt that he was a really good guitarist, playing in this band called smile after school and on the weekends. He was actually a really nice guy and tried to help you the best he could, but you were a stubborn type, not easily opening up to people. You were still acting cold towards Brian and by the fourth time, he appeared to be losing his patience. You were looking through the book Brian had given you, trying to understand the words, 30 seconds in you close the book groaning loudly, “I can’t do it, I don’t get it!” Brian sighs, rubbing his hand against his face, “You don’t know that y/n because you only got to the first page.” “And yet I understand nothing, why do you even come here Brian? It’s completely useless, I’m never going to change.” You say pushing your chair away from the table and standing up. “I think you should go.” You say, feeling the tears on their way. Brian slowly stands up, looking at you with his big hazel eyes. “Y/N...” He says softly, “Please just go, Brian.” You say not wanting him to see you like this. He nods slowly before heading towards the door. He takes one last look at you before walking out. As soon as the door closes the first tear leaves your eye. You realize you’re never gonna get better, no one’s able to help you, not even him.

The next couple of days, you try to avoid Brian as much as possible. For some reason whenever you saw him you just felt so ashamed, so guilty, as if you let him down or disappointed him. You had never felt like this before, why did you suddenly care so much about what one stupid boy thought about you. Walking into biology class, you feel ready for another day of hell. You hang your head down, dragging your feet along the ground. You walk to your spot only to find someone already sitting there. You look confusedly up when your eyes suddenly widen, you’d recognize that head of hair anywhere. “Brian? What are you doing here?” You ask softly, having not seen him since you threw him out of your house. “Well, I know you probably don’t wanna see me.” He says looking down sadly. “But I couldn’t just let you give up. I know you can do it, so I’m your biology partner.” He says smiling, holdings his arms out in a gesturing measure. “Now if you don’t want to-” You cut him off throwing yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” You simply say, putting your head in the crook of his neck. You feel his arms gently wrap around you, holding you in his warm embrace.

Although you moaned and complained and groaned a sighed throughout the whole time, Brian simply just did not let you give up. “You’ve got to write a hypothesis,” Brian says as you’re about to begin the experiment. “A what now?” You say annoyed by yet another term. “It’s your thoughts on what’s going to happen, do you think the egg will float or swim in saltwater?” He asks you. You just roll your eyes at the simple question, “It’s obviously gonna float cause the salt molecules will decrease the space in the water for the egg, therefore, pushing it up.” Your eyes widen as well as Brian’s. “Did... did I just say all that?” You ask surprised by your own knowledge. Although that might be things 10-year olds know, you were so proud of yourself. “Yes, you did,” Brian says smiling widely. “Well let’s try it out shall we?” He asks grinning softly as he already knows what is going to happen. He hands you the egg, his fingers lingering just for a second on yours but you think nothing of it, way too focused on this experiment. Brian watched you excitedly, he’s never seen you this invested in biology before now. You carefully drop the egg in, watching it float right up to the surface. You immediately jump in circles before jumping into Brian’s arms once more, him easily catching you. “Thank you Brian,” You say before kissing his cheek, caught up in the moment. You realize what you’ve done as soon as you feel him tense up. You quickly jump down, “I, uhm, I’m sorry, I just-” He cuts you off, pushing his soft lips against yours. You tense up for a second before letting go, melting in his touch. He puts his hand against your cheek, caressing it slowly as your lips move against each other. Putting your arms around his neck you push him closer. You eventually allow him to pull away, nuzzling your nose against his.

“Well I’m sure I’ve passed biology, you wanna see if we have Chemistry next?”