You were trapped between Alex and the door, his lips attached to your neck where he sucked mark after mark into your skin. Whimpering quietly, you tried to push his leather jacket off his shoulders but he quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the door above your head, holding them there with one of his hands, the other coming to loosely wrap around your throat, lifting your chin so you would look at him. He squared his hips with yours, your short dress riding up your thighs and hips as you tried to grind against him, exposing your lace panties to him. He tightened his grip on your throat for a moment as you stared into his eyes, dark and blown with lust, making you moan and your hips falter. He was rough in his movements tonight, clearly angry and worked up, but you didn’t mind. Quite the opposite, in fact. It turned you on to no end how he was handling you.
“Alex,” you gasped when he let go of your throat, instead driving his hand in between your legs instantly, feeling you over the thin material of the lace which was absolutely soaked through, hips bucking automatically into his touch.
“Wet,” he announced with a smirk. “So wet. All that from having my lips on your neck, huh?”
You whined needily, needing more from him, needing his fingers to slide underneath the material of your underwear. You wriggled your hips and he pulled his hand away, instead gripping your waist to hold you still. “Asked you something, doll,” he taunted.
You whimpered, trying to move against him but his grip was tight and he raised his eyebrows as he waited for your answer. “Yes,” you finally admitted, blushing.
“Yes, what?” He pressed, wanting you to say it.
“Alex, please…”
“No darling, tell me. What got you so wet, hm?”
“Fuck…” You huffed when he wouldn’t budge. “You did.”
“I did what?” He was enjoying the way you were a mess for him already immensely, pushing his ego and you whined again.
“Fuck, Alex, you got me wet,” you blurted out and he groaned lowly at that, releasing your hip to push his fingers back between your legs, moving them right into your underwear this time and you moaned when you felt his fingertips come in contact with your clit, rubbing soft, teasing circles on it and your eyes fell shut.
“That’s right,” he drawled. “’s me, isn’t it? Not that guy at the bar?”
You gasped when he pushed two of his fingers inside you without warning, your eyes opening again when you processed his words. “Are you jealous?”
Your question was genuine, but he must have interpreted it as teasing because he curled his fingers inside you harshly, his eyes darkening. “Don’t you dare…”
You could have figured it out, really. The way he stayed close to you all night after having watched that guy chat you up at the bar, desperate to get you home quickly. Though he was not the jealous type usually, so you thought his desperation was thanks to the short and tight dress you were wearing rather than jealousy. But seeing the look in his eyes, the possessiveness, you realised you struck a nerve, deciding to play along to soothe him.
He pressed his thumb to your clit as he curled his fingers again and again, fucking you with them in a way that had you moaning and panting in no time, the way he stared you down pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Alex, please,” you whined, rolling your hips with his fingers needily, your wetness running down your thigh. You barely had any leverage with him holding your arms up, your legs weak in your heels. “’m gonna cum…”
He chuckled darkly, increasing the speed of his fingers, the pressure on your clit, taking in the way your face scrunched up in pleasure. “Already?” He teased. “It’s barely been five minutes, and you’re already close?”
You whined, nodding and he smirked at you. “No one else could make you cum this fast, could they?” He drawled. “He doesn’t know your body like I do. No one does.”
You felt your legs begin to shake, walls clenching around his fingers and you nodded again, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He used his impeccable knowledge of your body to his advantage, flicking his wrist over and over until you fell apart, crying out his name as you shook and he kept fucking you with his fingers until you squirmed, trying to escape the overstimulation and he pulled his fingers from you, pushing them past your lips instead and you gasped, sucking them clean as you stared at him with wide eyes. He groaned and felt his cock twitch in his pants, removing his fingers from your mouth and instead pressing his lips to yours, instantly pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning when he could taste you on your tongue. He let go of your arms, tapping your thighs as a silent demand for you to jump and wrap them around his waist, which you did and he placed his hands on your ass as he began to move towards your shared bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
He put you down on the bed with a little less care than he normally would have, shrugging off his leather jacket and you leaned back slightly on your hands as you watched him, transfixed by his every move, the way his muscles flexed and made the tight shirt strain on his arms. “Take off your dress and underwear and turn around,” he demanded and you obliged, pulling your dress over your head, struggling a little due to how tight it was and throwing it to the floor, kicking off your shoes as well and pulling down your panties before you turned around like he told you to, pushing your ass up towards him as you rested your head on your hands, your back arched. He groaned lowly, quickly shrugging off his shirt and pants, stepping closer to you and you wiggled your ass at him.
Alex leaned over you, reaching for your arms. “Give me your hands,” he told you and you obliged, not questioning him and he put them on your back, leaving you with no leverage as he held your wrists together with one hand, fumbling to untie the bandana he had around his neck with his free hand and tying it around your wrists.
“Alex,” you whined, trying to push your hips back towards him but struggling slightly since he took all leverage from you. “Please.”
“Please what?” He taunted, gripping your hip tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his painfully hard length and giving himself a few pumps, groaning. “Want my cock, is that it?”
You nodded desperately, your wetness leaking out of you and smearing your thighs. “Yes,” you whimpered, crying out when he pushed inside of you without warning. “Fuck…”
He grunted at the tight fit, the hand that wasn’t clutching your hip trailing down your back to wind into your hair, gripping tightly and pushing you further down into the mattress as he started to move, barely giving you time to adjust fully. You were moaning loudly instantly and he used his hand on your hip to pull you back to meet his thrusts over and over.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted and you cried out when he hit your sweet spot, making him smirk and slow down to tease you.
“No, don’t slow down,” you begged but he held your hip tightly enough to keep you in place, letting him do as he pleased. Your hands were itching to hold onto something, fingers stretching before curling into fists again at your back and he enjoyed the way you got more and more desperate with each passing second.
He let go of your hair to wrap his hand around your throat instead, using it to pull you up against him, his chest pressed to your back. He sunk even deeper inside you with the new angle and you cried out, eyes rolling back as his grip tightened around your throat momentarily. “What d’you need?” He asked.
“Fuck me, Alex, please,” you begged, didn’t know how much longer you could take the stillness.
“Need me to fuck you, hm?” He taunted and you nodded desperately, eyes squeezed shut and he began moving again, hitting your sweet spot on every stroke and building the pace again steadily, pounding into you over and over. He had you shaking in his arms in no time, moaning loudly, holding you steady with his hand on your neck, his other arm coming to wrap around your front.
“That’s right,” he hummed. “None of them other blokes could fuck you like this, could they?”
You quickly shook your head, letting it fall back onto his shoulder. He watched the way your features scrunched up in pleasure as he drove his hips into yours over and over at a brutal pace, sure to bruise you and he felt a surge of pride at the way he was slowly making you lose your mind, moaning loudly for him.
“He couldn’t fill you up like I do,” he continued, his jealousy reaching a peak as he grunted, needing you to tell him that.
“Tell me no one can fuck you like I can,” he demanded, panting and you struggled to form words, the pleasure too intense. He tightened his grip on your throat again when you didn’t answer right away, feeling your breath hitch and your cunt clench around him. “Tell me,” he repeated, loosening his grip again. “Tell me or I’ll stop.”
Your eyes shot open at the threat, looking up at him from his shoulder and his stare back was so intense it made your knees buckle, his hips slowing when you still didn’t say anything and it seemed to snap you out of your trance. “Don’t stop,” you cried out desperately. “Fuck, Alex, you’re right, no one does it better. He couldn’t fuck me like you do, fuck, please,” you whined, needing him to continue fucking you like he did before.
“Harder, please, I need it. I need you,” you sobbed, unable to stop the words now, wanting him to believe every word you said, that there was no one like him. “No one compares to you, he couldn’t fill me up like you do, doesn’t know my body the way you do…”
“That’s right, doll,” he groaned appreciatively, picking up the speed and force of his thrusts again, making you writhe. Your back arched when his hand that was wrapped around your front moved down your stomach to press his fingers to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on it. “There’s no one like me, hm?”
“Fuck!” You cried out, eyes falling shut again. “Alex, let me touch you, please,” you begged. “Please, I need to feel you.” You wriggled your wrists, trying to get out of the makeshift restraint but it was no use and you kept begging him until he gave in, removing his hand from your clit momentarily to undo the knot before resuming rubbing your clit, his thrusts getting sloppy. One of your hands immediately went to the back of his neck, tugging at the strands on his nape as the other gripped his wrist on your front for leverage. “I’m so close,” you moaned and he pressed down harder on your clit, using his other hand on your throat to grip your jaw, angling your head so he could kiss you and you sighed into his mouth.
“Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your lips, speeding up his hips as much as he could and you couldn’t hold on, fell over the edge as soon as the words left his lips, moaning into his mouth and he swallowed all your moans before he felt his own body ready to give in, pulling away from your lips as his hips stilled, biting down on your shoulder as he came, groaning loudly. Your walls still spasmed around him as you came down from your high, coaxing him through his own orgasm and you sighed when you felt his hot release inside you, making you hum contently.
“You fill me up so well,” you mumbled into his ear and he grunted, pulling out slowly after some moments and he let go of you to lie down on the bed with you instead. You fell forward when his hands left your body, your legs too weak to hold you up anymore and you collapsed into the sheets, reaching for a pillow to make yourself more comfortable. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, or more specifically your cunt, watching as his release slowly dribbled out of you, making him moan weakly.
“You’re not gonna join me?” You asked with a pout, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder and he quickly crawled into bed next to you, laying on his back and grabbing your arms to pull you up to him, resting your head on his chest.
You sighed contently when he wrapped his arms around you, tangling your legs with his and drawing random shapes on his chest. “So, you wanna tell me what happened?”
“Nothing happened,” he huffed but you were having none of it, shuffling to lift your head so you could look at him.
“Don’t give me that. You don’t usually get jealous, what’s going on with you?” You asked gently.
He averted his gaze, running a hand over his face as he drew absent patterns into your back with his other arm still wrapped around you. “I don’t know, in all honesty,” he admitted. “I guess seeing that guy so close to you, talking to you the way he did, it just… set me off. And I know you’re gonna say I don’t have anything to worry about, and you love me, and all that, but I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t been enough recently.”
You furrowed your brows. “I do love you, Alex. And you really don’t have anything to worry about. Where did you get the idea from that you’re not enough?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just worried you’re gonna grow bored of me soon. And when I saw him chat you up, it just hit me, I guess. That you could leave me any day for someone else. Especially when I’m gone for longer periods of time.”
“No. Don’t you dare think that, Alex,” you said sternly, leaning back a bit more to cup his face and making him look at you. “I love you, okay? I’m not bored of you, and I won’t be anytime soon. Don’t think I ever could, to be honest. I’m not going to leave you for someone else. I need you to believe me when I say that. I’m not leaving you.”
He just blinked at you, taking in your words, trying to think of a response. “I’m gonna be honest, I get worried you’re gonna leave me for another woman too sometimes,” you continued. “When you’re gone on tour for months on end, and I know you basically have women lining up for you. And it pains me when I think about it. But I trust you, Alex. I know you’re loyal. And I know you love me, that you won’t leave me for someone else. I need you to put the same trust in me that I put into you, okay?”
He swallowed hard, nodding. “I do trust you, too. I just get insecure sometimes. And then seeing something like tonight happen right in front of me, it just… It was too much. And I know you rejected him, I know that. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It just happened right there, right under my nose, you know? He had no regard for whether you were available or not, even though I was right there with you.”
“I get that,” you assured him. “It’s okay if you get insecure sometimes, you’re only human after all. But I need you to remember that I love you, and that I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, if you’ll let me. And nothing is going to change my mind.”
Alex couldn’t stop the grin forming on his lips when he heard you say that. “Spend the rest of your life with me, eh? That’s a long time, darling,” he teased and you smiled at him.
“I know. And it sounds like heaven to me. So just remember that next time you start to spiral again, okay?” You said quietly, moving your hand to run through his hair and he sighed, nodding.
“Sounds like heaven to me too,” he mumbled, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. You got comfortable beside him again, pressing kisses to his neck and chest and he relaxed. But he stirred suddenly when he remembered something, making you stop and look back up at him.
“I didn’t hurt you, right? Earlier? Your throat or wrists?” He asked and you shook your head with a smile.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t,” you assured him. He relaxed again with a nod, pulling you closer to him.
“I love you so much,” he mumbled tiredly.
You sighed happily as you snuggled up to him. “I love you too.”
The letter had your name written on it in Alex’s crinkly handwriting. You could tell he was trying to make it look pretty, and it made you smile because despite his efforts it was crooked and a little smeared. But you didn’t mind in the slightest, found it endearing that he even took the time to write you a letter in the first place. You were unsure if you wanted to open it now, worried you were already too emotional, sad about leaving the city you’d spent the last five years in behind, leaving your friends behind, but especially Alex. When you’d moved to London, you had only one friend here, but when she introduced you to her boyfriend, and invited you to hang out with them and his friends more often, you quickly began to get along with all of them, especially Alex. You two just instantly clicked. And not only did he share your interests, he was also funny, and smart, and so incredibly handsome. But he had a girlfriend at the time – of course he did, have you seen this man? – so you’d settled for being just friends. Besides, you were sure he hadn’t felt the same for you anyways. And you loved spending time with him, even if it was just as friends. He was a nice person to be around, and over the years you’d gotten closer, you would even consider him your best friend by now.
You sighed as you placed the letter down on one of the moving boxes scattered around your apartment. You looked around the place, feeling a smile spread on your lips when you saw the dark spot on the white wall beside where your sofa was still settled, one of the few things that hadn’t been packed away, remembering how it got there.
You threw your backpack into a random corner as soon as you closed the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and instantly falling down into your sofa, face-first. You were beyond exhausted, just finished writing your last exam for the semester, feeling so relieved you had two months of freedom ahead of you now. Well, not entirely, you had to work to cover for what your student loan didn’t, but at least you didn’t have to sit in front of your laptop and countless books for hours on end until your brain was fried and you were sure there was smoke coming out of the top of your head. You were looking forward to spending the entire afternoon and evening doing absolutely nothing, ordering the greasiest takeout you could think of and watching stupid movies until you fell asleep on the sofa. Actually, you thought to yourself, why not just now with a nap. It was quite comfortable, it was Alex’s old settee and it still smelled like him, making you smile and grab a pillow, cuddling it as you got comfortable.
You’d barely fallen asleep when someone knocked on your door. At first you weren’t sure if you dreamt it, but decided to ignore it, hoping the person would go away since you were too comfortable to get up. But they knocked again, making you groan, and then another knock that had you speak up. “I’m not home,” you grumbled, turning around and cuddling back into the cushions. You heard a familiar laugh on the other side of the door before it was opened and you groaned again.
“You should seriously lock your door,” Alex said as he stepped inside, closing it behind him.
“What do you want,” you mumbled tiredly, squeezing the pillow tighter when you heard him walking closer to you.
“C’mon, get up pillow princess,” he teased, nudging your side. “You had your last exam, you’re supposed to go outside and celebrate.”
You groaned again, rolling over onto your back and brushing your hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “I don’t feel like going out, can’t we do that tomorrow?”
He pondered for a moment as he stared down at you. “Fine,” he said after a few moments of silence. “But I’m gonna stay in with you. I want to celebrate your freedom,” he declared, walking over to your fridge to grab a drink and you sat up. “How do you not have any alcohol?” He called from the kitchen, grabbing a coke instead which you only had because of him in the first place. You didn’t like it at all, so you only bought it to stock up on it for when he’d come over unannounced. You shrugged as he returned, handing you an opened can of lemonade as he sat down next to you, opening his coke and you thanked him before taking a sip.
“So, what are we doing?” You asked, crossing your legs and looking over at him.
“What did you have planned?” He replied to your question with a question, meeting your gaze and placing his arm on the headrest behind you. He did it often, not only with you but it still made butterflies erupt in your stomach as you fought the urge to lean into him.
“I was just gonna order takeout and watch some movies,” you replied and he grinned.
“Fantastic,” he exclaimed and removed his arm to get up from the couch, walking over to the stack of takeout menus you had on your phone table. “I’m hungry. What do you fancy? I kinda feel like getting sushi.”
Though it wasn’t the greasy fried food you were initially planning on getting tonight, you agreed, were unable to say no to him. After confirming with you which kind you wanted, he made the call and sat back down beside you when he was done, clapping his hands together. “So, movies? Which ones?”
“Alex, you don’t have to stay in and follow whatever boring night I had planned. You wanted to go out, so go. We can hang out tomorrow,” you told him, feeling bad for changing his plans.
“Nonsense. I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever, I wanna hang out with you now. I missed you,” he said sincerely and it made you blush slightly. You didn’t know what to reply, were sure whatever would come out of your mouth next would be a stuttering mess but he spoke up again before you had the chance to do so.
“We should watch a horror movie,” he declared.
“Alex, I don’t know.” You hated horror movies, you were too easily scared by them.
“I’ll be here to protect you,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Can’t we just watch something not scary?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he offered. “I’ll pick something, nothing extreme, but if you at any point decide it’s too scary and you want to watch something else, we’ll do that. But let’s at least try.”
You chewed on your lip, and he gave you those puppy eyes you just couldn’t resist. “Fine. We’ll try. But if I want to turn it off, I’m gonna do that.”
He grinned triumphantly, grabbing your remote and opening Netflix, scrolling through the horror section. “Y’know, I’m a tough guy. You can just cling to my strong arms and I’ll make you feel safe.”
“Alex!” You laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder and he chuckled, picking a movie and grabbing his coke again, putting his arm back behind you on the sofa and you got comfortable beside him. You were anxious, but he made you feel at ease. Who knows, maybe you’d enjoy it.
You were about fifteen minutes into the film when the first girl let out a deafening shriek. You subconsciously shifted closer to Alex, feeling a little uneasy and he tensed a little. He wasn’t a big fan of horror movies either, he was just trying to think of an excuse to get closer to you. You didn’t know he reciprocated your feelings, and it worked out a lot better in his head than it actually did. Because when another girl cried out, your doorbell rang barely a second later and Alex lost his composure entirely. He’d seen the movie before, so he knew what to expect but the doorbell was not part of it, and it made him jump, his arm jerking and he spilled the coke on the sofa and the wall behind it.
You jumped when he did, not having expected him to react like this, or in any way at all and you couldn’t contain yourself. You were so perplexed by his reaction, you began laughing uncontrollably, almost wheezing and tears formed in your eyes. “Maybe you’d need to hold onto my strong arms instead,” you told him, barely able to get out the words as you wheezed. He just grumbled something, placing down the can and wiping his hand on his jeans. The doorbell rang again and he got up to get it, paying and tipping the delivery guy and returning to you with the food, watching as you tried to calm yourself.
“You done?” He asked with fake annoyance, but couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips, your laughter was contagious.
“I’m sorry,” you giggled, your breathing a little heavy from your laughing fit. “I did not expect that reaction at all. Maybe we should watch something else though before the sushi joins your drink on my wall,” you snorted and he rolled his eyes, but the smile on his lips told you he wasn’t actually annoyed.
You shook your head with a little laugh as you thought about it, your phone ripping you out of your thoughts when it vibrated, and you reached for it. It was a message from Alex, and you opened it immediately. Please read the letter before you leave, the message read and it made you smile. He knew you too well. You’d thought about saving the letter for when you were in your new apartment, not wanting to get caught up in nostalgia so close to your departure. Funny that you text me now, I was just thinking about you, you texted back.
Alex’s heartbeat sped up when he read the message, hands shaking slightly, thinking of a way to reply to that. She thought about me, he thought, the mere idea that he occupied your mind like you did his made him blush slightly.
But you didn’t notice when your phone vibrated again, opening the letter with unsteady hands, sitting down on your sofa as you unfolded the paper. You almost didn’t believe your eyes when you read it. Dear Y/N, the letter started and you chuckled at his professionalism. When you’re reading this, you might already be six hours away. But on the rare chance that I got lucky, you’re reading this while you’re still in London.
I don’t quite now how to put this, but by the end of the letter I’ll have to say it anyway, so dragging it out is pointless. We just finished recording a song for our next album the other day. And it’s not just any song. I don’t have any way of putting the entire song in a letter, obviously, but I can give you the lyrics. I wanted you to know that it’s about you. I wrote the lyrics on the back of this letter, so I hope you started reading it on the correct side. If not and you just turned it around, surprise. I wrote you a song.
I needed you to know this before you left. Because I need to know if there’s even the slightest chance, and I hope to god there is and I didn’t just ruin everything, that you reciprocate my feelings. If not, then at least I tried, and we can move on with our separate lives from now on. It’ll be easier to get over you when I don’t have to be around you anymore. But I couldn’t live without having at least tried. I didn’t want you to be just a what if. A missed chance at a happy life.
How you react to this is entirely up to you. If I just made a complete fool out of myself, feel free to ignore me and never talk to me again. Burn the letter. But if there’s even the slightest chance that you feel even remotely the same as I do, I hope you let me know so I didn’t just ruin it all.
Now, if you didn’t already do so and I haven’t scared you off yet with all those words, and you’re willing to continue reading, turn around this letter and read the lyrics. I can show you the finished song if you want to hear it. I think it turned out really well.
Love,
Alex
Your hands were shaking furiously by now. You carefully turned over the letter, like it was made of glass and could shatter in your hands at any given moment, and tried to blink away the tears to be able to read the lyrics he scribbled on the back of it. You couldn’t believe this was real. That your best friend was just as in love with you as you were with him. Your heart was pounding inside your chest furiously as you read the words. Do I wanna know? The top of the page read and you carefully read every word, chuckling at the spilling drinks on my settee line.
It was like your body acted on auto pilot. You’d placed the letter down and put on your shoes before you could even comprehend what you were doing, grabbing your car keys and basically sprinting down the stairs, barely registering the rain pouring as you walked to your car. The drive to Alex’s flat seemed excruciatingly long, your mind beginning to doubt if it was even a good idea to visit him now. But you were leaving tomorrow, this was your last chance and before you could think too much about it, you were there. You got out of your car, locking it and stopping in your tracks when Alex stood only a couple of meters away from you, in front of his own car as if he was about to do the same thing you just did.
You stood in the pouring rain for a moment, just staring at each other and he wasn’t sure what to do, what your intention was. You couldn’t take it any longer, taking a few confident steps towards him and he did the same, as if you were oppositely charged magnets, being pulled in by each other and you cupped his face when he was in reach, pulling him down to meet your lips as he pulled you in close by your waist. You hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down your face as the rain soaked you, your chest feeling like there were fireworks going off inside of it. Alex’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you so close to him you could barely breathe but you didn’t care, the way he kissed you was too good, you couldn’t pull away if there came a meteor crashing down on you. He smiled against your lips, had tears escaping his own eyes, clutching you desperately, lips moving with yours until his lungs began burning, screaming for air and he had to pull away but staying close, lips hovering above yours as he breathed heavily, eyes still closed.
“I’m gonna assume you read my letter, then?” He chuckled breathlessly.
You laughed and nodded, running a hand down the side of his neck and gripping his collar to keep him close.
“And? Does it?” He asked quietly.
“Hm?”
“Does this feeling flow both ways,” he quoted his own lyric, opening his eyes to look into yours and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Do you think I’d be getting soaked in the rain, kissing you like my life depends on it if it didn’t?” You retorted. “Yes it does, Alex.”
“Good,” he whispered, bringing up one of his hands to brush the wet strands out of your face before cupping it, his eyes never leaving yours.
“We should probably get inside and out of those wet clothes,” you mumbled, instantly realising the way he interpreted your words when he smirked.
“Damn, Y/N, you move fast. Just kissed me for the first time and you’re already trying to get me naked,” he teased and you blushed bright red.
“Not what I meant,” you said quickly, stepping back but you didn’t get far before he looped his arms around your waist to pull you back into him.
“I know that,” he assured you. “I know.”
You sighed heavily, your mind beginning to clear again. “I’m leaving tomorrow, Alex.”
He felt a stab in his chest at the reminder. “Don’t go,” he whispered desperately. “You can get the same job in London. I’ll help you find one. I can’t let you leave now.”
“It’s not just that. I don’t have an apartment either. I ended my lease, my landlord already found someone else to move in next week. I don’t have a place to stay, I don’t have money for a hotel, nothing,” you told him.
He shook his head. “You can stay with me until you find a place. You don’t have to pay me rent.”
“Alex, I’m not living off of you-“
“You’re not. It’s not a problem. I can get you a hotel room if you’re more comfortable with that rather than staying with me. But I know you, Y/N. I’m not gonna let a friend live on the street.”
“Friends don’t kiss each other in the rain…” You mumbled.
He chuckled. “I guess they don’t. A boyfriend would kiss his girlfriend in the rain, though. And a boyfriend would also let his girlfriend stay with him if she decides not to leave.”
Your heart sped up again at the words he used to describe you both. “And would a boyfriend also invite his girlfriend inside when she starts to get cold from all this damn rain and continue this conversation somewhere warm and dry?”
“You and your need to get invited into my flat,” he teased. “But yes, he would. Clothes stay on, though,” he said jokingly, taking your hand and leading you towards the entrance of his building, holding the door open for you. You smiled and thanked him, blushing again when he put his hand on the small of your back and leading you towards his door as if you hadn’t been here a hundred times already. He gave you a towel and dry clothes once you got inside, which you gladly put on in his bathroom, and he prepared you both some tea to warm up after he got changed himself, handing you your cup when you came back, leading you to sit on his settee, also handing you a blanket which you thanked him for, curling up with it, careful not to spill your tea.
“So,” you started, a little unsure. “As cute and movie-like that whole kissing in the rain was, we seriously need to talk about this and figure something out.”
He nodded, putting his arm behind you on the headrest like he always did, only this time he let his hand come to rest on your shoulder, twirling a strand of your hair in his fingers and you moved closer to him almost automatically. “I’m gonna help you out, I promise. I can’t lose you now that I finally have you. And I want you to accept all of my help and not think about money. I have enough of it. It’s not a problem for me, you know that. I just want you to be able to stay here.”
“I don’t mind staying with you until I find a job and my own place,” you told him. “I’ve stayed at your place before, it’ll be just like the old times,” you laughed.
“Only this time there’s no obligation for you to stay in the guest room,” he chuckled. “Unless you’d prefer that. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“I mean, typically a girlfriend would sleep in her boyfriend’s bed, wouldn’t she?”
“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend? You’re staying?” He asked, hopeful.
You sighed. “If you’re serious about this, then yes. I kind of don’t have a lot of time to think about this. The guys from the moving company are coming in the morning. I’ll have to cancel first thing tomorrow.”
“I wrote you a song, I can guarantee you I am dead serious about this,” he assured you and you laughed lightly. “We’ll find a solution together, I promise.”
You nodded, feeling a little more at ease with all of his reassurances. “We can do this.”
He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “As long as you let me do this every day, we can absolutely do this,” he whispered.
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Summary: Having worked at Focus Creeps for a year, Ella knows that as a production assistant and part of the crew, there’s one important rule: don’t interact with the talent unless it’s needed. But once she meets Arctic Monkeys, and the recording of the music videos for their upcoming fourth studio album starts, the band seem to become her exception. Not only because they treat her more like a friend than just someone else they’re working with but when Alex continuously makes her blush with his flirting, so enthralled by her that he forgets he’s got a girlfriend, Ella finds herself growing closer to him. As videos are filmed, wrapped and edited, the friendship lines become blurry. Situations unfold, secrets are told and others are kept under lock and key, but how long can Alex and Ella endure being stuck in each other’s minds on constant repeat.
Word Count: 20.5k
Story Warnings: Throughout this series there will be suggestive talk, jealousy, cheating, alcohol and drug use, angst, smut.
A/N: Hi darlings!! I’m so excited to post this but I’m equally as gutted because this is the last part of Ella’s UK trip :’( Our girl is going back to LA in no time, but first there’s a fun little music video to be recorded hehehe. I hope you all enjoy this thoroughly, I’m so excited to see your reactions to this because it gets a little wild… Anyway, enjoy!!! xx
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‘Howl At The Moon’ welcomed them warmly that Monday afternoon. The crew had gotten there around a quarter to five and even though the pub had allowed them to start their recording process at five, they had let them come into the place and settle as they told the few customers in there that a production would be taking place so they had to leave shortly.
HOLY FUCK. I AM SPEECHLES. i closed my phone and had multiple cigarettes because it WAS TOO MUCH. wow. this chapter was so fucking good its definitely my favourite it was a rollercoaster of emotions and i cannot wait for the next one.
Summary: you went to an Arctic Monkeys concert as a distraction to your recent breakup, but ended up having an unexpected connection with Alex.
TW: breakups
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I had just broken up with the man I thought was the love of my life. Nothing made sense anymore: the sky was permanently gray, the grass was dead beneath my feet, and the chirping of birds had become a melancholic tune. Life had lost its vibrancy, leaving behind a hollow emptiness.
We had been together for six years. To my twenty-four-year-old self, it felt like an eternity. But then, it all came crashing down. The signs were there, lingering in the shadows. Silently warning us of the inescapable end, but neither of us wanted to face the turmoil of ending a relationship that had lasted for so long.
However, as days turned into nights, we found ourselves tangled in neverending arguments. Even when we were together, I felt alone. The solitude became impossible to deal with, and we couldn't bear the weight of our shared life any longer. Honestly, I still struggle to pinpoint the moment where it all went wrong.
Despite everything, a part of me still cares for him. Perhaps that's why I made the difficult decision to sever our ties. I couldn't stand to hurt him any more than I was already doing by simply existing by his side. Each fight pushed him further away, and the thought of his fading presence tormented me.
Eventually, I reached my breaking point. Something had to change. So, with a heavy heart, I decided to officially end what had long been over. In that final moment, as we parted ways, not a single tear fell from his eyes, and that realization cut me deep. I had hoped to see a glimpse of emotion, a reminder of what we once had. But it became clear that I had been mistaken, painfully wrong about his feelings. The truth hit me hard and shattered me into countless pieces.
I felt utterly lost. There was no other way to put it. Waking up each morning became a burden, and I found myself hoping to die in my sleep. The days lacked any meaning. My friends were concerned, and my family shared the bruises of my heartache. After all, he had become part of our lives during those six long years.
But then, on that fateful day, everything changed.
It was my final semester of college, the moment when I was supposed to embrace my dream of becoming a mechanical engineer, fueled by my passion for motorsports. But now, it all seemed foolish and pointless. Every ambition had lost its spark.
In one of my last classes, vehicle electronics and control systems, tears started to melt my notebook pages, forcing me to leave early. I sat on a bench outside the building, next to the parking lot, gaining the courage to return home and confront my feelings again. There weren't any more pictures of us in my room, but the memories of moments shared in it were still there.
That's when Lana, one of my closest friends and an audio engineering major, found me.
"That's it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration. "I can't take this any longer, YN! I know you're hurting, but you have to move on. You ended things a month ago, but you said it yourself: it's been over for nearly a year!"
"But Lana—" I tried to interject, but she cut me off, refusing to listen.
"I've got backstage passes to a festival I'll be working on next week, and you're coming with me. No excuses. I don't care if I have to drag you by your hair." Her determination startled me, but I knew she was right. "Come on, YN! Pretty please?" she pleaded, putting on that irresistible lost dog face that I could never say no to. She even added the praying hands this time. There was no way I could escape her demands.
"Okay," I relented, sniffing and wiping away the tears from my cheeks. She had a point. I couldn't bury myself in this hole any longer. It was time to start crawling out of it.
"Yay!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down with joy. "That band you love so much is playing on Saturday! The Arctic something, you know?" she said casually.
"I beg your pardon?" I shot up from my seat, disbelief washing over me. "The freaking Arctic Monkeys are going to be playing, and I have a backstage pass?" It felt too incredible to be true. There was no way in hell something like that would happen to me—the unluckiest person in the world.
"Yup, that's the one. So you're going!?" she said happily.
"Of course I am. I had bought tickets to it long ago, but with everything that happened, I guess I kinda forgot about..."
"Hey, hey, stop it!" She cut me off once again. "You're not allowed to say his name or even think about him!" she protested. "I'll be working, though, but maybe that's a good thing. You could try to find some other monkey stan to hook up with!" she said with a mischievous smile.
Lana is unbelievably straightforward. But I think that's why I love her. My silly little girl. My best friend.
I chuckled at her suggestion, shaking my head in both amusement and disbelief. "You never fail to surprise me, Lana. Finding another 'monkey stan' " I scoffed "I just want to enjoy the music and forget about everything else. No more falling in love."
Lana nodded, her expression softening. "I get it, YN. This is your chance to have a great time." It was a statement, and I knew that she would make sure of that.
Her words resonated with me. Maybe this concert was exactly what I needed—an opportunity to let go of the past and rediscover my own happiness. I smiled at my friend, grateful for her support.
"Thank you, Lana. For being here. I appreciate you more than you know."
She grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know, I know! I love you too, YN. Also, that's what friends are for".
With newfound determination and insane anticipation, we made plans for the festival. Lana shared more details about it and the lineup of incredible artists that would grace the stage on that weekend. But the thought of seeing the Arctic Monkeys perform live is what filled me with a mix of nervous excitement and sheer bliss.
Finally, the day of the concert had arrived, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I slipped into my favorite band t-shirt, a quirky image of the members dressed as clowns and the words "who the fuck's Arctic Monkeys?" boldly printed across it. With the backstage pass hanging proudly around my neck, I could feel the anticipation building up inside me.
Lana, being the amazing friend she was, had made sure everything was perfectly arranged for us. As we ventured backstage, the air buzzed with an electric energy that sent shivers down my spine. From my privileged viewpoint, I could see the massive crowd and the whole stage, just waiting for the Monkeys to take their places.
"Hey, listen," Lana said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and responsibility. "I have to go work now, but you stay here and have the time of your life, okay? Text me if you need anything or decide to explore elsewhere. I love you!" She planted a kiss on my head before disappearing into the backstage area.
Not long after she left, the stage lights illuminated the massive venue, and the band made their entrance from the opposite side I was at. The opening chords of the first song reverberated through the speakers, igniting a surge of excitement and cheers from the crowd. I surrendered myself to the music, letting it embrace me completely, like a warm blanket. The world around me faded away, leaving only the hypnotizing rhythm and the lyrics that resonated with my soul.
With tears streaming down my face, I allowed the familiar melodies to stir deep emotions within me. Each song evoked a different feeling, and I embraced every single one. I couldn't help but dance like there was no tomorrow, losing myself in the moment. The euphoria overwhelmed me, and it felt like I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss.
As the concert progressed, around the third song or so, I caught a glimpse of Alex looking in my general direction. My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly dismissed it as a mere coincidence. He was probably just checking out his surroundings or searching for someone from the production team. I decided to step to the side, not wanting to obstruct his view, and to my surprise his head turned with me as I moved over.
Our eyes briefly locked, and in that split second, I could feel my whole face burning up. Was he actually looking at me? It felt like a fever dream, the kind you never expect to come true. It was probably the effect of one too many unlimited drinks I had enjoyed, courtesy of my backstage access.
Whether it was a genuine look or a result of my tipsy imagination, I couldn't help but revel in the moment. The music enveloped me, drowning out any doubts or rational thoughts. I surrendered myself to the rhythm, dancing like an old lady, feeling the pure bliss of being swept away by the insane energy of the concert.
The combination of the music, the crowd's energy, and the enchanting presence of Alex on stage created an atmosphere that was nothing short of magical.
'Arabella' was the sixth song played that night, and I'll never forget it. As soon as I heard that familiar guitar at the beginning of the song, I could feel the excitement running through my veins. It is one of my all-time favorite songs, a track that holds a special place in my heart. I can't quite put into words what it makes me feel, but it is a mix of exhilaration, warmth, and an indescribable amazing sensation.
My legs turned to jelly, and I found myself leaning against a nearby wall for support as I watched in awe. The combination of Cookie's amazing guitar riffs, Matt's powerful drumming skills, and Nick's pulsating bass lines drove the crowd into a frenzy. The energy was palpable, radiating through every beat and note.
My attention was drawn to Matt and his extraordinary talent behind the drum kit. His precision and sheer passion were a sight to behold. As I focused on him, completely immersed in the music, that indescribable feeling of watching my favorite band perform live washed over me one more time.
And then, it happened again. When I shifted my gaze towards Alex, I found him looking straight at me. Our eyes locked in for the second time that night, making my cheeks flush. I was grateful for the dim lighting that hid my embarrassment.
As he sang, a smile formed on his lips, almost like he knew what he was doing: singing my favorite song and looking straight into my eyes. I felt like he was singing it just for me. It was a crazy moment, and it made me down the rest of my beer in one gulp. I swear he let out a soft chuckle, away from the microphone.
As the last verse sounded through the air, I knew I had to sing along with the crowd, my voice merging with the chorus. "That's magic! On a cheetah print coat!" The lyrics echoed around me, lighting up my face with a huge smile while the tear roamed free.
As the concert continued, there were a few more instances when my and Alex's eyes met, a fleeting connection in the midst of the electrifying atmosphere. But I brushed it off, convincing myself that it was just part of his stage presence, a way to engage with the audience.
But, as the final notes of the last song gradually faded into the air, signaling the end of an unforgettable night, I figured that Alex would follow his bandmates, disappearing into the same entrance he came from. To my surprise, he broke away from the rest of the guys, walking towards the side of the stage I was at.
His steps were purposeful and determined, making my heart race as he approached. The gap between us was closing quickly, and I tried to steady my trembling hands and calm my racing thoughts.
A rush of excitement and disbelief flooded me as he stood before me, and I was hit by the combination of wood, whisky, and tobacco scent that he emanated, leaving me momentarily speechless. His eyes sparkled with exhaustion and genuine appreciation.
"You sure look like you had a great time, love," he said with a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but let the butterflies fly around my stomach by the way he casually referred to me as 'love,' that charming British accent adding an extra layer of charm to his character.
I mustered a shy smile. His presence was magnetic and the whirlwind of emotions inside me made it difficult to speak.
His gaze traveled up and down my figure, a playful glimmer danced in Alex's eyes as he glanced at my t-shirt. "Your choice of attire is quite captivating," he said, letting out a laugh that made my cheeks flush. "Join me for a beer, will ya?" he asked, his tone more of a confident statement than a mere question, gesturing for me to follow him deeper into the backstage area.
"Al, mate, come join us!" Matt's voice carried excitement for the post-show celebration. "We're going out for-"
"Not tonight, man," Alex responded without even glancing in Matt's direction, his eyes fixed on mine, unyielding. "I think I'll just head back to the hotel. Thanks, though."
I stood there, stunned, as Alex brushed off his friend's invitation without a second thought, leaving me wondering if he had a different plan in mind. Matt shrugged and joined the rest of the band, while I remained rooted to the spot, my mind swirling.
"Well, it looks like I have some free time," Alex's eyes held a glimmer of curiosity and a hint of a smile danced on his lips. "How about we grab that beer we were talking 'bout?"
Excitement coursed through my body, and I nodded eagerly, unable to contain my smile. "Sounds great," I replied, my voice filled with faked confidence. "Lead the way."
As Alex led me through the backstage area, we entered a private room tucked away from the bustling crowd. The moment the door closed behind us, the noise dissipated, leaving behind a sense of tranquility. The room was dimly lit, adorned with vintage music posters and instruments that had an aura of creative energy.
Alex approached a small cooler, grabbing a couple of cold beers, and handing one to me. "Here you go," he said with a charming smile. "Make yourself at home, darlin'. I'm just gonna change real quick,"
"Thank you," I replied, accepting the beer gratefully. My heart raced, the British mannerisms swiping me off my feet again. I watched him disappear into the bathroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As Alex left, I took a moment to take in the room. The instruments scattered across the space caught my attention, particularly the grand piano sitting in the corner. My fingers itched with the desire to touch the keys. It had been ages since I last played one.
Leaving my beer on a nearby table, I made my way to the piano bench. Sitting down with my back turned to the bathroom door, I ran my fingers gently over the smooth ivory keys, and began to play a familiar tune, allowing the notes to flow from my fingertips.
The sound filled the room, a gentle melody that mirrored my emotions. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music, letting it carry me away from the moment. When I was younger, I used to say that the piano was my voice, expressing the emotions that my words couldn't capture.
The sound of footsteps made me snap back into reality. I swiftly rose from the bench, ready to apologize for my impromptu performance, but before any words could escape my lips, Alex interjected.
"Please, don't" Alex said, his voice laced with a hint of awe. He stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on me and his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. "That was beautiful. You have a gift."
"Thank you," I managed to say, my voice betraying any attempt at sounding nonchalant. "It's been a while since I've played."
He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with playful charm. "Well, consider me a lucky man then."
A genuine smile spread across my face as I admired Alex's transformed appearance. He had tidied up his hair and changed into a sleek white collar dress shirt that accentuated his abs. His leather jacket added a touch of rebellious charm, and he was wearing that illegally sexy scarf of his.
"You look like a brand new person." I remarked, walking past him to retrieve my beer can.
He smirked, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "A change of clothes and a splash of cologne can work wonders, wouldn't you agree?" he replied, his voice dripping with playful modesty.
I smiled at him once again, feeling a sense of ease settling between us. Taking a sip from my beer can, I realized I hadn't properly introduced myself. "I'm YN, by the way," I said, trying to keep the conversation casual.
"It's a pleasure, YN. I'm Alex," he replied warmly, his voice inviting. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly, knowing exactly who the musical genius before me was.
"The pleasure is all mine," I responded, lifting my can in a toast. The clinking sound filled the air.
His gaze shifted towards the vinyl player nestled in the corner of the room, catching his attention. He walked over to it, selected a disc and delicately placed it on the turntable. The soft crackle of the needle meeting the vinyl filled the air, as the melodic tunes gracefully unfolded.
Returning his focus to me, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, a genuine interest shining through. "So, YN, what brings you here tonight?" he inquired, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.
I couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Aside from your amazing songs?" I replied playfully, my gaze meeting his. "Well, my friend is working backstage, and she managed to get me a ticket. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you perform live."
He nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then he extended his hand towards me, gently taking hold of my beer can and setting it aside.
"Will you dance with me, YN?" he asked, his voice turning my thoughts into a blissful haze, as my name rolled off his tongue.
My heart skipped a beat, and I eagerly placed my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I'd be delighted," I replied, my voice had a hint of nervousness to it. "I must warn you, though, I'm not the best dancer."
He simply smiled, his touch steady yet gentle, as his other hand found its place on my waist, effortlessly guiding me across the dance floor. We moved in harmony, a mixture of playful twirls and gentle sways, surrendering ourselves to the embrace of the music.
The song came to an end, and as if on cue, Alex pulled me even closer, making me look at him. The room buzzed with energy. His hand, which had been resting on my waist, moved to the back of my head, gently tangling in my hair, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.
My lips parted with a soft sigh, surrendering to the gentle tug he made on my hair. The reaction prompted Alex, as he leaned in, allowing our lips to touch in a delicate kiss.
His lips were soft and insistent, exploring every inch of my mouth. It felt like he was perfect.
The room was filled with the gentle white noise of the needle scratching the record, creating a soothing ambiance. But then my phone started buzzing in the background. We initially ignored it, lost in our passionate exchange, but after it rang three times, Alex broke the kiss.
"Maybe you should answer that, doll," he whispered, his fingers caressing my hair as he brought me back to reality.
"Hey, Lan," I said softly, my gaze locked into his dark brown eyes. He stared right back at me.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Lana's voice boomed through the phone, making me hold it away from my ear.
Alex burst into laughter, seemingly amused by the situation.
"I'm sorry, Lana. I got carried away," I explained.
"Oh, come on! Who's with you? I heard laughter," Lana teased, her voice adopting a playful tone. "Did you meet someone?"
"Oh, she definitely met someone," Alex interjected, his distinct accent making his words stand out.
"Is that-" Lana started to ask, but her question remained unfinished. It was an overwhelming experience for me.
"May I?" Alex asked, reaching for my phone, and I nodded.
"She's alright, Lana. She'll be with you shortly," he assured her before ending the call.
"One for the road?" he whispered, his fingers gently tracing my swollen lips.
I chuckled in response, and he leaned in, our lips meeting once again in a passionate embrace.
"Can I have your number?" he asked, his forehead resting against mine.
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This has been rotting in my drafts since May, I truly didn't know how to end it so I just left an open ending I guess.
I also experimented writing in first person, which I don't intend on doing anymore tbh but let me know if you liked it anyways.
I've been asked a couple times to tag people, so lmk if you'd like to be tagged on my next fic.
summary: 3 prompts: “it’s like you never really see me. i’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!” + “you never believe me! if i told you right now that i love you, would you even believe me?” + “do i really have to spell it out for you? i love you! are you happy now?”
warnings: angst, an argument
word count: 1.9k
a/n: combined 3 blurb requests into one bc it worked lmao hope u enjoy anons x
To say you were furious would be an understatement. You knew Alex was very busy, he’s been putting a lot of work into the new album, but that’s not where your issue lies. He’s been busy before, you knew how dating a famous singer worked by now, you’d been with him for a couple of years already. But this time it was different. He kept coming home later and later, more often than not he was drunk, barely able to walk straight, his speech slurred. You took care of him every time, but he never seemed to remember it the next morning. And now he’s stood you up for the fifth time in the past month, and he hadn’t even bothered to tell you. You were wearing a red dress, tight and accentuating your curves in all the right places, knowing how much Alex loved this dress on you. But now he was standing in front of you, shouting back at you after you’d finished screaming at him, a constant back and forth.
“You were supposed to be here and pick me up at six, Alex. Six! And now it’s fucking eleven and you didn’t even bother to do so much as text me,” you yelled at him, enraged beyond reason at how indifferent he seemed to be at your anger.
“My god, will you stop screaming like that! You’re acting like I killed someone,” he huffed.
You stared at him for a moment, blinking in disbelief. “Are you serious right now? You stood me up for the fifth time this month, and you can’t even say sorry?”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re being dramatic, it hasn’t been five times,” he started, but you cut him off.
“Are you drunk again? Or high?” You asked sternly.
“No.”
“Show me your eyes,” you demanded, stepping closer to him but he instantly moved back.
“Excuse me?”
“Show me your eyes, Alex,” you repeated, exhausted.
“Why? Don’t you believe me?” He asked in disbelief.
You shook your head, about to say something, but he cut you off.
“You never believe me!” He yelled. “If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?”
“No,” you instantly replied. “I’m sorry, Alex. Not with the way you’ve been acting lately.”
“Are you serious right now?” He was taken aback by your answer.
You sighed. “Alex, you’ve been coming home absolutely pissed more often than not. You don’t even seem to remember when you wake me up and have me take care of you when I have to get up at five the next morning. You don’t stick to our plans, the plans that you made by the way. No, I don’t believe that you love me anymore.” You felt tears pool in your eyes, and you stared up at the ceiling as you blinked, not willing to cry in front of him right now.
He didn’t expect that answer from you, and it seemed like it snapped him out of his rage. “You… you don’t believe that I love you?”
“Alex, I…”
“What? What do I have to do to make you believe me? Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?” His voice was quivering slightly as he raised it again, desperate.
“No, Alex, I’m not ‘happy now’. I don’t want you to just say those words, I want you to actually act like you mean them. What happened to you?” You were tired, your voice raspy as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“What happened is that there’s a lot of pressure on me right now and you could be a bit more supportive,” he snapped. He was getting defensive now, he didn’t want to see how much he was hurting you with his actions, so he began deflecting. “Everyone is expecting so much from us after the last album went through the roof, I can’t let people down now!”
“But you can let me down?” The accusations were hurting you, but you tried to hide that. You had always been supportive of him and he knew that.
“Is it because I didn’t make it for our date? Seriously? Jesus, Y/N, will you just let it go already-“
“It’s not about that!” You yelled, exasperated. “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! I’ve been trying to help you, Alex, but you’re not letting me. I don’t know what to do anymore,” you couldn’t stop the tears now, your voice breaking and he felt a tear in his heart when he saw the salty tears pearl down your cheeks, ruining the makeup you’d put on just for him tonight. He ached to reach out and wipe them away, hold you in his arms and tell you it would all be okay, but he knew you couldn’t stand his touch right now, stepping back when he instinctively moved towards you. “Why won’t you let me help you?” You whispered.
Now he was the one having trouble to hold back the tears. He hadn’t realised how much he’s been hurting you with his actions, he was trying to avoid exactly that. He didn’t want to burden you, instead drowned his worries with alcohol, not realising the strain it’s been putting on you and your relationship. But seeing you like this in front of him, refusing to let him even be close to you, being the reason for your pain, it was too much for him and he couldn’t control the sob that left his throat as the tears finally spilled out, sinking down into the couch behind him as he buried his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry,” he croaked and your demeanour softened when you saw how much he meant it.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or worry you. I just didn’t want to be a burden,” he explained weakly and you sat down next to him carefully, moving closer to him cautiously and relaxing when he leaned into you instead of moving away. You pulled him into your chest as he sobbed, clinging to your shirt desperately as he soaked it, silent tears still running down your cheeks.
“You’re not a burden, Alex. Please don’t think that, ever. I want you to be able to come to me when you have problems, not feel the need to hide them away,” you whispered, your hand instinctively coming to play with his hair in an attempt to soothe him.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t realise what I did was ruining us. That I was ruining us.” He pulled away to look at you, cupping your face and wiping the tears he’d been desperate to stop with his thumb. “I love you. I’ll do better, I promise. Please tell me you believe me. That it’s not too late to try and fix this.”
You shook your head. “It’s not too late. If you actually want to fix this, and put in the work, we can survive this. But you have to really want this.”
“I do,” he replied instantly. “I don’t want to lose you. I love you too much, I can’t lose you.”
You could tell how much he meant it. For the first time in months, he was letting you in. You could see all his emotions on his face, in his eyes, could hear it all in his voice. He was opening up, letting himself be vulnerable and you valued it beyond words. So you softly pressed your lips to his, and he cupped the back of your head to keep you close, kissing you back desperately. You pulled back after a short while and cupped his face, waiting until his eyes opened again, watching how they lit up just the smallest bit when you began talking. “I love you. You’re not losing me, I promise. We can get through this.”
He nodded with relief, closing his eyes again briefly as he nuzzled into your touch. “I’m sorry for what I said about you not being supportive. You are supportive, and I know that. I was being a dick, you don’t deserve that.”
“Thank you. For apologising. It means a lot to me,” you said sincerely and he smiled weakly at you.
“And I’m also sorry about standing you up all the time, but especially tonight. I didn’t realise I was doing it so often. You looked really pretty tonight, you know how much I love this dress,” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.
“I can wear it again tomorrow, if you want to try taking me out again,” you offered and rested your head on his shoulder.
He nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Promise I won’t stand you up again. Not tomorrow or any other time. I’ll tell the guys I can’t come in tomorrow. Gonna take the day off and focus on us,” he promised, making you smile.
You yawned before mumbling a tired “thank you.”
“You don’t have to work tomorrow, right?” He asked and you shook your head. It was a Saturday anyways, you could both spend the entire day focusing on each other.
He gently pulled you up with him as he stood up. “Come on, let’s get you out of this little number,” he teased, and you relaxed a little at your old, cheeky Alex returning after months of endless fighting. It felt like he was finally coming home.
You couldn’t repress the giggle that escaped your lips, shaking your head but he quickly started talking again before you could say anything.
“Just to sleep, though. I’m exhausted, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. We’ll take it slow for a bit, okay? I really want to make things right again,” he said quietly and you smiled lightly.
“Not that I don’t want to sleep with you, don’t get me wrong,” he started rambling, overthinking his own words now. “I just don’t want things to get mixed up before we’re truly okay again-“
You interrupted him with a kiss, and he sighed against your mouth, relaxing again. “It’s okay,” you whispered as you pulled back, resting your forehead against his.
“You’re not making it easy for me to resist you though,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but chuckle, and he smiled at the sound. He was relieved you could laugh with him again, having missed it immensely these past few months.
“Let’s go to bed, okay? We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” you said as you pulled back, taking his hands in yours and he nodded, pressing a kiss to the back of one of your hands, making you blush. You let him drag you into the bedroom with him, putting on one of his shirts again for the first time in a while and as you lied down with him, you felt like everything was finally going to be okay. That he was here with you, he really saw and understood you, genuinely wanted to fix it. And he was true to his words, the next day you talked a lot without fighting once, he took you out like he promised the day before, and you felt at ease again. You were going to be okay.
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prompt: alex getting some stitches by you (med) after a gig episode. (it's a first meeting short-fic)
words: 1,7K.
His expression was filled with tension, an awkward smile pleading the curly-haired man to rescue him from the situation. His long legs fidgeted uncontrollably, as if he were trying to dig a hole in the ground.
"Alexander?" you addressed him, seeking confirmation from the man beside him. They appeared slightly older than you, exuding a coolness that was hard to ignore. "Well, I suppose you're the one in need of stitches, right?" you smiled, trying to convey a sense of calmness through his concerned, chocolate-colored eyes.
Your voice carried a friendly tone as you held his chin gently in your hand, examining the dried blood on his brow. His face nuzzled into your palm, eliciting a sweet smile from you as your eyes met his. He resembled a golden, vulnerable puppy, scared like one during a New Year's fireworks display.
"Is this goin’ to ‘urt?" His eyebrows softened, and you had to suppress a cute sigh in his presence.
The man patted his shoulder, assuring him of his presence. The smile was no longer on his lips, but he remained adorable. Dressed in a blazer and a crisp white shirt, he was undoubtedly feeling hot inside, yet the adrenaline prevented him from realizing it. His face was perfectly sculpted, with a well-defined jawline, and you found yourself fixated on the small scar near his eye, becoming somewhat obsessed with it. They appeared casual yet sophisticated, a captivating sight to behold.
"Not much, it'll be quick!" you reassured him, wetting a piece of cotton for his wound.
"He's not exactly the brave type," the man commented. You chuckled, though Alex didn't seem too pleased about it.
"Yeah? I must admit I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now, but I promise to make it as painless as possible."
"Thank you," he swallowed, growing increasingly tense.
His friend maintained a smile on his face, as if silently declaring his correctness. Judging by Alex’s expression, he was probably right.
You introduced yourself to him, and he appeared pleased by that, prompting himself for you to lift his face with your thumb. It seemed he was genuinely happy to know your name, although it could have just been your imagination playing tricks on you.
He was about to repeat your name, but you acted faster and pressed the cotton to his wound. He shivered, suppressing a groan. It was so adorable that you almost wished you hadn't interrupted him, as you longed to hear him say your name out loud. Even if only for a single time.
"I'm sorry," you wrinkled your nose. Patients in pain weren't your favorite thing, especially when their well-being rested in your hands. "I promise this is the worst part, you'll soon be numb and feel nothing."
"Yeah, Al. The doctor is pretty, they won't kill you if you don't ask," the man chimed in, causing Alex to blush and sending a delightful tingle through your body. It wasn't a vulgar remark.
"Uh, I'll ask you to close your eyes, I think it'll be better that way."
"Don't mind him, he's just trying to distract me."
"I see. Do you think it's working?" You continued the conversation. Theoretical classes had taught you that talking to patients could help them endure pain a bit better. Alex wasn't a child, but in that moment, he seemed just as nervous and restless.
"I think so, actually. Your presence helps. I thought I'd find someone older and grumpy." His brows twitched, and a tear trickled down his face. Why did it feel like the pain was affecting you too?
"Shhh, love. It's alright, we're almost done," you whispered, gently pressing your fingers against the sides of the wound to check if he felt anything. Fortunately, he didn't. From that point on, he would be fine.
"I wish I could say that your kindness and gentleness are calming me, but I'd be lying, although I truly appreciate it." He smiled sweetly, almost tempted to open his eyes but then deciding against it.
"Keep them closed, I like your long lashes." You felt a chill run down your spine after saying that, but it was so honest and spontaneous that you would have felt bad for not mentioning it. After all, you wouldn't see him again. "They look good on you," you added, placing your hand under his neck and twirling a lock of his hair around your fingers. Maybe you were overreacting, but you wanted to savor this moment and hold him a little longer. The man smiled back at you, having read you like a book. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, yet pleased.
"Aren't you too young for that? I'm not judging, just curious," the curly-haired man asked as soon as you looked at Alex. His cheeks were flushed, along with the tip of his nose. God, you wanted to kiss him. At least you wished you could do it once.
"It's okay," you avoided looking at his friend. "I'm in training. I've stitched people up before, but if it makes you feel better, I can get someone else to do it for your boy." Your voice revealed your nervousness. You hated to entertain the thought, as it was disrespectful, but if someone didn't want you to touch their body, you wouldn't be the one sewing them.
"No babe, I didn't mean it like that. Alex looks good with you. It was supposed to sound like a compliment. It looks like you've been doing it for years," he quickly clarified.
You let out the breath you were holding and refocused your attention on making Alex feel better. "Then, thank you," you glanced at him and could see that he never intended to belittle you.
"He's not mine, he's just in a band with me," he said, keeping his eyes closed and lightly touching your white coat. He squeezed the fabric slightly, his hand grazing the skin around your waist. "That's how it happened, by the way. It was crazy but kinda nice. How long will it take?" He swallowed dryly, making you chuckle as he held you a little tighter. You didn't think they were actually together, but you found it adorable that he thought so and took it lightheartedly. His urgency in making himself clear that they weren't together gave you hope, as if there was something potentially more to come.
"Just a few more," you muttered. "So, are you in a band? What do you play? And what exactly were you doing that led to this?"
His nose twitched into a smile, making you feel better, knowing you were managing to distract him. "I'm a singer and guitarist, and I got a little too excited with the microphone stand while I was singing. It's usual, but, huh, this time it didn't turn out so well as you can see," his friend babbled, looking at you and whispering, "He's a bastard." By his movement, you understood that he had kicked the object at some point. You nodded, playing along.
"I'll guess you guys are a rock band, huh? It doesn't seem like a very smart thing to do, but I think if I could, I would try too," you took a step back, analyzing your artwork on his pale skin.
"See, Matthew? It's a normal thing, you should try!" he spoke in a funny voice, sounding like an inside joke between them. Matthew rolled his eyes at him.
"Well, we're done," you held onto his shoulders, studying him. He smiled broadly, letting his chocolate-colored, lazy eyes meet yours. He looked even more attractive when you could see his light, relaxed smile. "You look good!"
"You look good too!" his attention remained on you, causing the entire room to go silent around you until Matthew coughed exaggeratedly.
Your cheeks flushed with warmth. Alex was something else. It had only been a few seconds since his hand was on your waist, and you already missed it.
"You could come to one of our gigs if you want," Matthew suggested.
"Yes, please. You'll love us!" Alex exclaimed, as if you had never stitched him up.
"Promise me that if I go, you won't scare me by trying to get hurt again?"
"I promise, no jumping around or kicking things when you're watchin’ me," he held up his hand, giving you his word.
"Then, fine. I'll keep that in mind. What's the name?"
"Arctic Monkeys," he got up, and your mind went dizzy with his height and essence. It certainly wasn't what you expected, but it wasn't a bad thing. He looked like a cute, not-much-tall, pudding mess. "I'm Alex. You can call me just Al, luv" he took your arm, placing a quick kiss on your head. You resisted the urge to hug his torso.
"The singer and guitarist, I'll remember that, you'll see," you were smiling like crazy.
"Just contact me, I'll be glad to see you again," he said happily, following Matthew, who was already by the door. "And you're really good at what you do, like this whole mini medical genius thing that you are, really good." You nodded, mumbling a simple 'thank you' while watching him walk awkwardly but cute to his friend. Your whole mood was radiant, and you felt like you could work another shift wearing that smile.
"Uh, excuse me," you were taken out of your reverie. You put your hand over your mouth so you wouldn't look so silly for smiling at nothing. "My bastard friend told you to contact him, but he forgot to exchange numbers with you." He added, waving a small paper in front of you. He was clearly enjoying the situation. How could you forget that you needed to have his number?
"Oh, yeah, thank you."
"And don't forget to call him. Don't make me come ‘ere with him again," he blinked as you nodded fiercely at his words.
While I thought it very kind of them to offer me this, I do wonder if they realise what a dilemma they were sending to face me. The trouble was if I looked at your reflection in the left window I missed the actual image of you and your reflection in the right. And if I looked at the right I had the same problem but the other way around. At first I thought I should probably settle on one of the mirrors as they were soon to disappear, but that idea quickly wilted and my attention was drawn back to the center, occasionally checking on either side.
I must say I did question the authenticity of your nap a few minutes before. As the train left Loughborough I suspected it could have been a device to avoid conversation. I’d barely considered this for a moment, however, when a heavy breath and a gulping sound that I decided would be too embarrassing to fake led me to conclude that your nap wasn’t fraudulent. I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else as you slumped beneath your coat.
Delighted that we’d waited until this hour to travel so the evening sun got its opportunity to skip across those sleeping cheeks, but unnerved by the prospect of being removed from the opposing chair to yours. I knew it was reserved, but hoped that whoever had reserved it had fallen over. It looked as if today I’d be safe; the train wasn’t too busy, but I did take a moment to recall a time when I was less fortunate. I remembered it with a chilling vividity we were on the way to Brighton. I knew it was going to be his seat as soon as I saw him on the platform unzipping, checking, zipping, and re-checking things.
Something about his face suggested that he had for years had a moustache and had not long since removed it. He wasn’t going to think twice about disposing of me, especially considering then he’d get the chance to sit with you.Though his hiking boot-march through the carriage was rather revolting, it wasn’t this that made my hands tense up into sour claws of nausea. It was the way he said it.
“You’re in my seat.”
No “excuse me,” no polite uncertainty, just the rigid, hideous fact. The thud with which it landed expelled all my preparation. Before I remembered my plans to pretend to be asleep, deaf, French, or only sat there because someone else was in my seat, I was walking to find another vacancy.
I ended up dwelling unhappily beside a girl with a boys bum. I knew that because she walked too far past when she returned to one of what I thought to be two empty seats when I sat myself there. I fidgeted until our reunion on the platform, where you brutally informed me “That man was really rather pleasant, actually.”
Today I thought I’d better make sure that couldn’t happen again and I pulled the ticket from the top of my seat. It took a few attempts and the facade of hanging a jacket to finally complete. I was terribly cautious. There’s a threat of punishment for such deeds by fine as far as I understand, but those shackles were at the back of my mind as I crushed the reservation in my hidden fist. Folding and squeezing as if it were that beast on the way to the seaside.
Fortunately, there was no retribution. If anything the train got quieter as the journey continued.
And so in the tunnel, unable to decide, my head flicked through this trilogy of angles, angel after angle, until we were out the other side.
My frantic twitching no doubt caused the man at the adjacent table to narrow his eyes at the very least, I imagine.
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