MINDBLOWER • Alex Turner

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Hello!
First of all, sorry for making you wait so much for a new chapter. I've been busy and not in the best mood for anything lately, but I feel better and I started writing again so... Here it is!

I hope you like this chapter,
and thank you for your patience!

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In the last chapter...

Alex's POV

"I talked with her the other day." -Matt explained. -"Because I told her that she looked quite familiar to me and... It's her, mate, it's y/n."

This is insane. It's been seven fucking years since we saw each other, how the fuck was I supposed to go in there after how everything ended? 

I didn't know if I was ready to face her, and I didn't want to know how would she react after seeing me... It kind of scared the shite out of me.

But now that I think about it, she probably won't recognize me since I've changed a lot, and she didn't suspect anything when I called... Right?

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Alex's POV.

"But how did you forget about tellin' me this, for God's sake, Matthew!" -I scolded him. -"I... I can't go in there!"

"I don't know, mate, I'm sorry." -Matt told me, and I just replied with a groan. -"It just slipped my mind... and I didn't think you wouldn't care that much anyway, I—"

"How I'm not going to bloody care?" -I spat. -"What am I supposed to say to her after what happened between us? It's going to be weird!"

"Alex, calm down, it'll be alright!" -He reassured me, but I was shaking my head, walking from side to side. -"Just go in there, it can't be that bad."

I cursed under my breath. -"I already know what's going to happen. She'll get mad, she won't even look at me in the eye and— Oh my God, what if she does her worst tattoo on me arm as a revenge, Matthew?"

"She won't do that." -Matt said, sounding slightly annoyed. -"Just go already and call me when you're done. It'll be fine."

"Fuck, I—" -I sighed and rubbed my eyes. -"Alright, bye Matt." -I said and hang up.

I didn't even finish my first cigarette yet and my nervousness was making me crave another one already.

And I still was in the street walking in circles, smoking like crazy. I rolled my eyes when I spotted two women looking at me as if I was mad.

But I still couldn't believe she was right behind those walls, so close to me after all these years. After what happened... or well, what she thinks happened. It felt surreal.

But I must admit that I would be lying if I said I didn't want to see her again; know how she was doing.

I missed her after all.

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Checking my watch, I finally threw my second cigarette to the pavement, blowing the smoke to the side, and I walked towards the entrance. After taking a ridiculously long breath, my finger met the doorbell, hearing a soft noise which indicated that the door was now opened.