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☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ You Wreck Me ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

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(Synopsis: Alex seems to be distracted these days)

(Warnings: smut, light/soft-smut, angst, fluff, rockstar attitude alex)

(Words: 1369)

I always love watching him perform. It was exciting. The way his body moved. Every small stroke his fingers made to his guitar. The way his hair would end up wet by the end of the show. It was all so entrancing. Especially when he would sing lyrics, the deep tone in his voice coming out, and look straight at me sitting on the side. Or at least used to be that way.

These days I can see his eyes linger over the crowed, stopping on other people as he whispers seductive words into his microphone. His grip tightening on it the way it used to when he looked at me.

I just couldn’t understand. It felt as if his world was getting to big. I had almost been cast out in his memory it seems. So I really just didn’t know what to do. Except, well, talk.

“Alex, can we talk?” I say as he lies next to me. His body wrapped in a white t-shirt, and a random pair of pajama pants he found on the floor from a few nights before. I could see the tierd ness in his eyes as he turned to face me.

“Of course.” He said grabbing one of my hands softly, messing with the few rings I had forgotten to take off before bed. His voice was ruff and soft after the show a few hours before.

“Have I upset you? Like have I don’t something wrong?” I ask and he looks surprised. But not confused. Almost as if I’ve cause him in a lie he thought I was to dumb to notice.

“What do you mean?” He asks a wall being built behind his eyes every second he speaks.

“It’s just, ugh, I know it sounds stupid but you don’t….. look at me anymore.” I say and he lets go of my hand, slowly sitting up.

“I’m looking at you right now, what are you talking about?” He says forcing a laugh.

“Don’t play coy with me, you know what I’m talking about. I can see it in your face. It’s almost as if your bored of me. What have I done wrong?” I explain to him trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m not bored of you. It’s just… ugh! You don’t get it.” He says getting frustrated.

“What don’t I get?”

“I’m a rockstar now!” He says and I almost want to laugh bitterly at his drama.

“What are you talking about, am I not supportive enough? Is that it?” I ask getting up from my seat on the bed. Him doing the same. Running frustrated fingers through his hair.

“We’ll I mean…. It’s just… you feel so far away. You seem so tired of me. Every time I see you after a show you seem so out of it and disinterested. It just makes me feel bad about what I do. Those people in the crowd…. The make me feel proud of what I’m doing. Like I’m doing it for a reason!” He says exasperated. Getting visibly upset with me and himself.

“Yes I am tired, not of you though. Just tired! Your out into late hours of the night and I want to be there for you. I want to support you! So I stay out for every show, no matter how many early mornings shifts I have. Or hard days at work. I’m there. For you! So I’m sorry if my face isn’t lively, or beautifully done up enough for you. But I show up. And I thought that’s what mattered.” I say my voice becoming shakey and my hands finding a place to fidget in my hair. His eyes look angry. I don’t know if it’s more at me or himself. He starts putting on a pair of shoes and grabbing a jacket.

“Where are you going? Alex, where are you going?” I say as he starts to walk towards the door.

“I need a break.” He says and the door slams in my face. I didn’t even have enough time to register my own reaction before I head back to the bed and just sit down. I rest my head in my palm as I lean over, only then to notice the hot tears trickled across my cheeks.

I sit there for a few minutes. Looking over to the record player. I stand up and slowly walked over. Even when we are fighting, I just know his voice would calm me down. The soothing sound escaping from the machine made feel more settled as I walked back to the bed and layed down.

I don’t really know how many minutes had passed, but after around half the songs had played I heard the door open. The smell of cigarettes following him into the bedroom as he kneels down next to me.

“I’m sorry. Your right. I should have been more attentive to your emotions, not just mine.” He says, his fingers dragging softly up and down my arms ending up to my collarbones. His hands where cold. They sent shivers through my body as he looked over me. His eyes scanning me. Looking apologetic.

“I appreciate you.” He says, leaning closer, his hands gravitating towards my neck. Just enough pressure as he brings his lips down closing the contact.

“Let me show you.” He whispers just beneath my ear as he starts to pull me to the edge of the bed. Willingly I let him tangle his fingers in my hair, his lips slow, almost teasing as they press against mine.

The smoke lingering on his breath sends me into a daze. I can’t control what he does to me. The littlest things. Like the way his fingers look like fine art as I allow them to linger across my body, slipping under my clothes. He doesn’t even have to try. Every sound of contempt ment sounding even more appealing then the last. Seducing me into his trap.

He travels down to my waist, pulling on the small string, that previously held the pajama shorts high on my waist.

As he got on his knees he gripped my thighs. Tight. A hand mark was sure to be left on each one by morning.

As he removed my last layer I breathed in heavily as his breath was hot to my core. He moved closer as he pressed small kisses down my stomach ending up right where I wanted him. My hips hitched at the contact, causing his hands to hold me down.

His tongue grazed deep into me as he moved. His one hand moves up my to clit, his thumb rubbing at a generous pace. He moved a little bit in the right direction and before he could move again I gripped his hair. I could tell he was surprised. But I didn’t care.

“Don’t move.” I breathed out. I removed my thighs from his arms and wrap them around his neck as I pull his face closer into my core. His tongue was fast passed as he moved inside me but I could tell he realized it wasn’t enough.

He removed his tongue moving it up to my clit as he inserts his fingers in my cunt. I watch as the muscles in his arm flex. Sweat slowly making his skin glow. My fingers are still entangled in his hair.

Pulling ever so slightly once in a while, the soft moan that escapes his lips after each time adding to my pleasure. The rate of his fingers in me finally reaching my breaking point.

The build up finally released itself all at once as he finishes me off, removing his fingers. Licking from my core up to my neck connecting his mouth with mine. He pushes me down onto my back, my body weak from the moments before. Complete out of breathe he manages to mutter out between kisses-

“You wreck me.”

Y’all wanna send angst / fluff Alex turner request? A bitch is desperate.

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-♡ fluff

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☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ YOUR NAME ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

(Alex can’t get your name out of his mouth)

(Warnings: fluff, lots, horrible amounts, drinking)

(A/n: Yes I know this should have been more than a oneshot unfortunately i’m a little bitch who refuses)

(Words: 1858)

“Please I swear it will be fun!” He said pulling me into his room.

“Alex, you said that the last party. And we know how that turned out.” I said giving him a telling look.

In the past 4 months he’s had a track record of bad party experiences. He for some reason couldn’t leave a party with out making a girl mad. Each girl seemingly not only furious with him but me as well after. I just have learned to assume it’s because I’m his best mate but, it still always felt a bit odd.

We would go to a party, he would get shit faced, and 2 hours later I would have a girl storming up to me, saying I should deal with him. And I was not looking forward to spending my Friday like that this time.

“Please I’ll do anything. I just need you there.” He said giving me a pouty look. His dark, shoulder length hair falling in-front of his face. Sometimes he’s just so exhausting.

“Oh fine. But this is the last party, I swear.”

“Thank you! Well, we better get going, we’re already late.” He smiles wide and drags me to the car.

“So you sleeping over at mine?” I make sure to ask ahead of time. Knowing I’ll be driving home.

“Yeah, sounds good.” He nods pulling his jacket back in place after the buckle tossed it around. He starts the engine and rolls away driving down a few streets to the house party.

We pull up and immediately I can see it’s already packed. We walk in, the music pounding are ears. It’s some trashy pop song that came out last year. We both looked at each other and laughed a bit at the sound.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, okay?” He yells over the noise.

“Okay sounds good.” I say and he walks away to the kitchen.

I wander around for a while looking to see if I could finds anyone I know. Old friends from when we where in school always tend to show up at these things.

I search around till at the stairs I see Emma, one of my said school friends. She meets my eyes and runs down the stairs her long blonde hair swaying behind her. She was still as gorgeous as ever. She was the type of person in school who everyone was drawn to. She was insanely popular, but kind as well. It’s almost annoying.

“Hi, how have you been.” She smiles.

“Pretty good actually, I’ve been traveling around with the boys for a while. Where back in town for a break though.” I explain and she nods smirking to herself.

“You still hopelessly in love with turner?” She laughs and I fight the urge to smack my hands over her mouth.

“Shhhh, he’s somewhere around here, also we don’t talk about that. It was years ago.” I say looking around panicked. Hoping he didn’t overhear.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, it was a sweet crush though, you where head over heels.” She giggles, just then I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“For who?” Alex asks innocently, obviously already multiple drinks in.

“No one, just an old school crush.” I say covering for myself. He looks at me with suspicious eyes. He probably noticed he was staring to long so he shakes his head looking down. The drinks obviously getting to him.

“Hey come on, let’s do shots.” He says getting out of his momentary funk grabbing my shoulders.

“Alex, I’m staying sober tonight, you know this. I have to drive you home.” I say and he sighs loudly.

“Your no fun.” He runs his hands through his hair letting go of me and walking to the counter. He takes 3 more shots and scoffs. I feel bad so I walk over to him leaning against the counter next to him. He puts his hand out for me and I grab it. He fiddles with my fingers. Picking at my nail polish which I’ll just have to re apply later.

“I’m sorry for dragging you along, I know you don’t like this stuff.” He says turning to look at me.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty sure I go anywhere you go anyways.” I say jokingly and he smiles to himself getting pink in the face. Probably the alcohol heating him up. He looks back up to my eyes.

“You…. You have really pretty eyes.” He says looking dazed. He makes it so hard to forget about my feelings. He loves to say horribly sweet things when he’s out of it. It’s another reason I didn’t want to come to the party. It hurts hearing him say things I wish he actually felt, only for him to go try and make out with random girls a few minutes later.

“Yeah yeah okay, I’m gonna go get you some water.” I say and go to the back yard looking for a cooler.

Much to my dismay the cooler happened to be In the front yards for some reason. So after 10 minutes of traveling between people and searching for it, I found it and grabbed a few waters. I’m about to walk back in the kitchen when Emma walks up to me.

“Your not gonna believe this. Alex just tried to make out with me. I mean he didn’t hide how insanely drunk he was so his oddness makes sense.” She says looking uncomfortable.

“Oh god I’m so sorry.” I apologize for my best friends behavior.

“You know, he said something weird.” She enquirers.

“Huh?”

“He asked if He could call me your name.” She says funnily.

“Are you kidding?” I say shocked.

“No I swear. I mean he seemed so upset when I walked in the kitchen. He was downing a drink and I asked if he was okay. He kept asking where you had gone.”

“He so dramatic, I told him I was getting water.”

“He was probably to out of it. But I swear he sounded like you used to in school. Him getting all gushy about you.” She laughs. “I swear he’s just as infatuated with you as you where with him. Asking to call me your name and such.” She explains and my eyes go wide. I mean that’s insane right? We’ve been best friends since children.

“Why wouldn’t he just say something to me about it then?” I ask tuning my hand across my face, stressed. I wouldn’t be lying if I said I still felt the same. Watching him over these past few years. Performing the way he does. Getting to sit on the side and watch him. The way his hair fell as he played the guitar. Or the smooth sound of his voice ringing through my ears. He’s entrancing really.

But he always seemed so out of reach when it came to my feelings. He was a star. Who had all the options he wanted. Groupies and such. Why would he want me? So I never acted.

“Well, why didn’t you?” She says giving me a knowing look. “I think you should go speak to him.” She pats my shoulder and sends me into the kitchen. I walk in and I see him hunched over the counter fiddling with an empty shot glass. I walk over taking the shot glass out of his hands, setting it down. I grab his hand and lead the pouting man through the crowd, back out to the car.

“Why are we leaving so soon?” He asks slurred.

“Sweetheart, your drunk of your ass.”

“That’s beside the point.” He rolls his eyes, a big yawn taking over a few seconds later.

He leans his head on my shoulder and without answering his question I drive back to my place. Somehow I get him upstairs into bed without him passing out.

“Darling…” he says his hair falling over his eyes as he lays down.

“Yeah.” I say in the doorway about to head to the couch.

“I wrote a song about you.” He softly grins.

“Oh yeah? Can I hear it?”

“Maybe one day.” He giggles to himself and I can tell he’s to far gone.

“Goodnight Alex.” I say closing the door and going out to the couch.

When I woke the next morning I saw Alex sitting in the chair by the couch. He was drinking something hot as I could see the steam from the cup. I sat up and rubbed my eyes yawning.

“Morning.” He says softly as I get up and walk to the counter boiling some water, and grabbing a tea bag.

“Morning.” I respond in the same soft manner.

“Could we talk about last night.” He asks as I sit back down.

“Yeah I actually wanted to speak about that.” I say and he seams nervous.

“Alex… why did Emma from school tell me you asked to call her my name, before kissing her?” I said being quite blunt with it. If I didn’t get it out now, I never would.

“I- oh god, I’m a mess when I’m drunk aren’t I?” He says trying to laugh it off.

“Alex, be honest with me here, cause I don’t understand how you can say all theses complements and being dare I say flirtatious one minute, and then going and asking to call girls my name if you don’t feel some way…. About me.” I say cautiously. If this goes wrong I’m losing my best friend.

“You’re not wrong.” He says awkwardly.

“I’m not?” I say a bit flabbergasted. But mostly relieved.

“You just… hypnotize me. I can’t explain it. I don’t even know why it took me so long to realize it to be honest.” He says tucking his hair behind his ears. His dark eyes where big, almost surprised at the fact he was saying what he was saying out loud.

“But these past few months, I keep trying to tell you, but I would say something and you’d shoot me down. I would go find some girl to take my mind off you. But it never works. Cause….. cause there not you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I’ve loved you since I was thirteen.” I say and I don’t think I’ve ever seen his face flash into a smile so big.

“Well that’s bloody good to hear.” He says.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, it’s just, you could chose anyone you wanted. Girls fawn over you. I just didn’t think it’d be me.” I say honestly and he gets up walking over to me.

“You daft woman.” He says scanning my face. I was confused for a second till he placed a hand to my cheek. His fingers ruff from the years of guitar. His eyes bore into mine making my knees week as he pulled me up. He placed a innocent kiss to my lips. It was almost like an apology for lost time we could of had if we where smarter. It was slow and sensual. His finger tips ended up in my hair as we pulled away.

“I’m infatuated with you.” He grins and I smile wide.

⭑ •: ༅ STOP CRYING ༅ :•⭑

Drabble

(Funny how a heart can break so quick)

(Warnings: angst)

(Words: 568)

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I couldn’t handle it. Not any longer. The sly glances behind closed doors. The soft smiles when ever each of us enters a room. I had been on the road with Alex and the boys for two years. We’ve been friends since childhood. I was with them through it all. Through every long, grueling night. Every hung over morning, and laughter filled moment backstage.

So when I finally decided after all these years it was time to tell him how I felt, it seemed right. It seemed less scary and more exciting in a way. I had seen the way he gazed at me. It was the way I ogled at him. With care and happiness in the eyes. No matter the situation.

I walked into the large hotel room we shared for the next few days. The second I was noticed he smiles.

“Your here finally.” He grins giving me a large unexpected hug. Good, he’s in a pleasant mood.

“What’s got you so bubbly?” I question.

“I just have excellent news.” He chirps.

“Speaking of news, Alex could I speak with you for a moment.” I smile and he nods.

“Yeah sure, is everything all right?” He asks. A concerned look melting into his features. Him using his fingers to move a strand of unruly hair behind his ear.

“No yeah everything’s wonderful actually I was just-“ I begin to say, gripping his hand softly, before there is a knock at the door.

God, I wish I could forget that sound. The banging of wood bending through my ears.

He drops my hand as quick as I took it and walks excitedly to the door. He opens it and my world stops for a second. Everything slowed as that door swung open and my heart drops to my feet. A woman stood in the doorway. She was beautiful and tall, with long hair and bright eyes. A large smile played across her lips as she is greeted by Alex.

My Alex.

Before I could comprehend what was happening she leaned in and placed her lips on his. They both smile and walk deeper into the big room. He starts to introduce her. I don’t think I even registered her name in my head. The way she looked at him with such a pleased look. It made me sick. My head felt as though it could fall off.

He had a girlfriend.

They day I chose to confess he gets a girlfriend. It’s almost funny in a way. The irony of it all.

“Are you alright?” He asks not being able to hide his bright smile.

“Of course, I’m so happy for you.” I say quickly fixing my face and putting on my best happy face.

“You know, I think this calls for celebration. We need drinks. I’ll head out and get some.” I say and quickly grabbing my purse heading out the door. Before I could be called back.

As I walk down the narrow streets, in the pretty town, I let the emotions finally consume me. The bright lights being more visible in the darkened sky making my eyes blurry. The tears slowly build up causing them to sting. I shake my head in frustration, trying desperately to end the stream.

“Stop crying.” I whisper.

I had lost my love.

“Stop crying.”

And what seems like my best friend.

Cause how does one move on?

☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Home ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

(Alex finally finds home on the road)

(Warnings: angst? Maybe fluff idk, making out)

(Words: 2077)

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“I’m so excited!” My friend squealed from my side as she handed our tickets to the booth lady.

“I never thought they would come here.” She grins as we find our seats.

“Who are we seeing again? I mean we’re front row I feel like I should at least know.” I question, giggling to myself.

“Arctic monkeys.” She smiles, shaking her head at my forgetfulness. “I’m gonna grab us some drinks I’ll be back.” She says, heading to the extremely over priced bar.

I pull out my phone to look up some of their music, just so if I like it I’ll know which song is which after the performance. Once she heads back, the lights start to dim and the band walks out. People start screaming wildly as a song starts to be strummed on the electric guitar of the lead singer.

He definitely knows how to bring in a crowd. And control it for that matter. He spoke with a deep accent and his voice was smooth. 10 minutes into the show and his skin was already glistening with sweat and his hair shagged over his forehead. Every time he played a riff on his guitar all I wanted to do was stare at his fingers. The way they moved. I wanted his fingers on me.

He had just finished a song when he takes a break to address the audience.

“How are you all doing tonight, you all okay?” He says looking over me a bit.

“I think I need a drink.” I say to my friend shaking my empty cup.

“You need something to drink?” I hear and look up to see the lead singer looking straight at me. Not knowing how to respond to the attractive man in front of me. I just kinda let out a-

“Yes, I could do with something to drink.” I say, the heat rising to my cheeks. He turns around and grabs a water bottle from the back of the stage. He hands it to me, our fingers grazing a little bit, sending my body into orbit.

“I love that answer, it wasn’t just yes she was like, yeah I could do with a drink.” He says to the crowd making me want to hide within myself. He looks back down at me seeing my embarrassment.

“Oh I’m sorry, don’t be embarrassed. It was cute.” He grins. I just kinda look up in awe. My friend freaking out by my side. He continues the show, red dusted across his cheeks, as he plays a few more songs I know will be on my playlist by the end of the night.

The show finishes up and we start walking out to my car, my friend gushing about the obvious flirting coming from, who I now know is, Alex turner.

We are about to walk past the stage door, since the car is parked a little farther down that street, when the small crowd around it starts to yell. The band walks out. They sign a few things and are getting onto the bus, when he gets to the top step and our eyes meet. The security guards are about to direct us around the bus.

“Hey, hey, let them over.” Alex says and the guard brings us to him.

“Hi, sorry for calling you out like that earlier. Pretty people make make me all nervous. And I just start talking… like right now.” He says shaking his head to himself. The blush from earlier making place on his cheeks once again.

“It’s alright.” I smile. He just returns the favor, maybe staring a bit to long thought cause my friend clears her throat.

“Oh, uh, before you go I was wondering. We’re having a little after party. I know it’s late but…. Do you wanna come?” He asks. I look over to my friend. Catching his eye he adds- “both of you.”

She smiles wide nodding her head.

“Yeah that would be great.”

“Perfect, could I get your number.” He says and I look taken back.

“To give you the address.” He says playing it off smooth. So I give him my number and we bid each other good bye. As I’m walking away we hear a “let’s go Alex!” From the bus.

We get in the car and start driving to the destination.

“Do you realize that in one night you have made Alex turner blush twice?”

“I’m totally freaking out! You didn’t tell me the singer was gonna be hot!” I exclaim causing a loud laugh to escape her lips.

“Well I didn’t know I would be watching a live romcom happen before my eyes, but here we are!”

We drive up to the place and get out. It’s a large fancy hotel in a part of town I’m not rich enough to know well. We walk into the hotel and I look at my phone fore the room number. “Room 505.” I say and my friend drags me to the elevator. We end up on the suite level and we get to the door. Loud music pounds through the door as we knock, hoping it’s heard.

The door swings open and Alex turner stands behind it.

“I was getting nervous you wouldn’t show up.” He says stepping aside and letting me in.

He lead me towards the dance floor (a large group in the middle of the room) and my friend found her own stuff to do.

“You know, I never asked you your name.” He says, leaning in close to my ear so I could hear.

“Now I’m all for mystery, but I want to get to know you.” He continues. My eyes widen as I feel his hot breath on my neck.

“Y/n.” I say.

“Y/n….. that’s pretty.” He smiles to himself pulling away.

“Sorry that sounded very cliche.” He grins looking away.

“No no, it’s okay. I like my name coming from your mouth.” I say, a little to genuinely causing him to laugh.

“Well good, cause I’ll be saying it often.”

The whole night we where glued to each others sides. And we just… talked. We spoke of our lives and how we got to this point. We talked about our favorite music and movies. He talked about how it’s been on the road. How he misses the stability of being home. Having a home in general. But he’s living his dreams, so he couldn’t complain much.

It was about 4 am when he drags us to a quiet room, my friend passed out on a couch somewhere. We both sit on the bed, confessing drunken attraction.

“You’re so entrancing.” He whispers looking to my lips. Entangling his fingers in the hair at the base of my neck.

“I want to kiss you… can I kiss you?” I ask and without a response, he leans in placing a gentle kiss to my lips. My body is on fire as his fingers, which I couldn’t keep my eyes off of earlier, graze my body. Finding a permanent place on my waist as I pull in closer and heat up the kiss. He lays me down softly on my back as he leans over me. His had removing itself from my hair to caress my cheek. Delicately he pulls away placing his forehead to mine.

“You taste like home.”

I woke up the next morning to see him in a chair next to the bed with some headphones on jotting down some words to a notebook. I was lying on my side with my hand gripping my thigh. Obviously trying to find some warmth since the only blanket in the room was sprawled out on the floor. Out of reach. I sit up but I could tell he had been staring, cause the second I opened my eyes he quickly looked away.

“Good morning.” I say, and he lifts the headphones from his ears.

“Morning.” He responds a smile playing on his lips as he closes the book. Setting it down to the nightstand.

“Sorry for crashing here, it was rude of me.”

“I enjoyed the company, don’t worry. Plus’s your friend is quite buddy buddy with the lads after last night, so I don’t think they minded either.

And that’s how it started.

For the next 4 weeks, while they where in town, we hung out almost everyday. It was probably the best 4 weeks of my life. Filled with laughter and stollen kisses. Late nights with deep conversation. Just a sense of calmness neither of us had felt in a while. A sense of what Alex liked to call home.

But after the fourth week they had to leave. They had other tour stops that where to far to be hanging out here for.

“Come with us. Please. You don’t understand how happy you have made me these past few weeks. We just connect.” He pleads to me as we sit in room 505. The guys in the living room probably eaves dropping on our conversation.

“I want to, I want to be with you. But my life is here. My family, my job. Alex I want to but I can’t.”

“Please, I need you. I can’t do the rest of this tour without you with me. Everyday I’m with you I long to feel your hands entangled in my own, or your lips on mine. I can’t make it through the day without thinking of you. You- you feel like home.” He says making me think back to the night we met. His eyes looked glossy and his hair messy. And I could tell it was my fault. But what was I to do? I couldn’t drop my entire life to go on a tour. It was unrealistic.

“Alex I’m sorry.”

“No.” He cried.

“Alex I’m sorry I can’t.”

“No. No no no please.” He says placing his hands on each side of my face, leaning in leaving a longing kiss to my lips. He left them rough and my cheeks wet. I couldn’t tell you if the tears where his or mine. I pulled away and walked to the door.

“Alex I’m sorry, I can’t.” I say and exit the door. He follows me out to the living room, us now in-front of the others.

“Y/n please. I can’t leave you.” He begs as I walk to the hotel room door.

“I’m just another girl Alex. There will be other girls. Don’t mess up your life for me. It’s not worth it.”

“I love you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Alex.” I sigh wiping my tears away.

“Don’t leave me.” He cries.

“I have to go… I love you, I swear I do, but I have to go. It’s for the best.” I say and quickly exit the hotel room. Sobs wrack over my body as I walk to my car and they continue into the night.

I woke up the next morning and they where gone. They had left an hour earlier. There next show being in a day they had to be quick. I couldn’t help but feel upset. But I had to remind myself it was for the best. It wouldn’t have worked out.

Right?

*2 months later*

As I was driving down the street to work, my friend called my phone up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, guess what.”

“What?”

“Arctic monkeys released a new album. And uh, I think you should look at it.”

“Okay hold on, I’ll turn it on at the red light.” I say just as I’m about to pull up. I quickly pull out my phone and search for the album. I’m about to just press play when I see it.

505.

I press the song and as the light turns green and I begin to drive, I listen to the song.

“I’m going back to 505. If it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, in my imagination your waiting, lying on your side. With your hands between your thighs and a smile.”

I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I missed him. For months I’ve felt awful about not going with him. I should have gone with him. I love him and I didn’t take the chance when I had it. It’s been eating me up.

I pull over and scroll through my contacts. The phone rings for a few seconds tell I hear his voice on the speaker.

“Hello love.”

“Hey Alex, I- I want to see you. I need to see you.”

“God, I missed you.”