[LISTEN TO VIDEO GAMES WHILE READING]
You sigh. It was your fifth week in your new boarding school in Sheffield. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either you know? You had friends but at the same time you felt so ... lonely. The feeling of being trapped filled you everyday and nothing could help you escape, except for one thing. Music. Heading away from the chaos in the dining hall, you went in search for an empty music room, preferably at the top of the tower. Finding one, you got in and took a deep breath. Finally, you were alone, just how you liked it, but again, something felt missing.
You picked up the pretty worn out guitar that lay in the corner , the dark swallowing you. The lights were kept off as you were in your feels and just wanted to be in the dark. A chilly breeze greeted you, emerging from a small crack in the window. You could hear the ocean the crash into the rocks that were part of the cliff that your school stood on. Taking a deep breath, you strummed the first note and started playing Video Games by Lana Del Rey, your sweet voice sang along, breaking at some parts as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know what was wrong with you, you felt numb...
As you were singing to yourself, you didn't notice a figure enter the room and sit on the chair behind you. As you whispered the last "now you do", a tear fell down your cheek.
The figure started clapping softly
"That was incredible, gave me chills." A male voice with a strong Sheffield accent whispered.
Without turning around, you asked
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough" he said. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around. This boy was slightly taller than you and had shaggy, shoulder length hair with mesmerising brown eyes. He gave you a small smile which you returned.
He walked up to you, and looked out the window.
"it's beautiful here, but it makes me feel so empty y'a know?"
You nodded.
"I'm Alex by the way. Alex Turner"
"Y/n. Y/n L/n" you said softly.
"I must say y/n you are extremely talented. Where did you learn how to play and sing?"
You told him how you were self taught and the both of you talked for a while. You felt so .., complete. As if he was the missing piece. You never wanted this moment to stop.
"Are ya good y/n??"
You snapped out of your daydream.
"y-yes im listening Alex I'm s-sorry."
"Look love there's nothing the be sorry about!"
He rubbed your back.
You smiled before he exclaimed
"Y'a know, you're pretty cool".
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LMAO sorry this is kinda deep/dark . I was thinking of adding a twist for example it was all a dream or summat and you still felt incomplete or he did summat mean but I then thought it's just best if I leave it there so I hope u enjoyed :)
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