𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

No distance left to run

*WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND GRAPHIC TEXTUAL IMAGES ALSO CONTAINS DRUG MISUSAGE, EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VIOLENCE, NOT SUITABLE FOR CERTAIN AUDIENCES*

Eleanor POV:

It's been two months since I left Los Angeles.

Two months since I've seen The guys and the girls; we kind of fell out of touch, the boys are still working on their new album so they've been extremely busy, I assumed Breana must have been busy with her little one, And Thalia was...well I didn't know where Thalia was, her number had been changed and I hadn't heard from her since I called her every day once I'd gotten home. The calls soon died down to none.

I stared down at the contact name in my phone, debating whether to hit call or not.

My left hand held a magazine with the headline broadcasting 'the break up of Rockstar Alex Turner and Model Girlfriend Thalia Barnett.' They'd split and I wasn't even in the same country as them to comfort either of them, either of my friends.

I huffed and threw my phone down onto my dressing table, the knocking of my door frame snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You alright?" Luna called as I turned round to face her, I leant my back up against my dresser and folded my arms, pressing my lips down to form a line as I nodded slowly.

"I saw that article.." Luna nodded down to the magazine rolled up in my hand.

"I was gonna call him..." I mumbled, unfolding my arms and placing the magazine onto the dresser.

"Why didn't you?" Luna questioned, I sighed slowly.

"I'll give him some time, he'll reach out if he needs me." I hummed.

"El, you've said that for the past month ever since the phone calls between you all stopped, you blame it on them 'being busy' but maybe you just need to call first." Luna stepped into my room and traced her fingers over the photo frame that rested on my window sill, it was the one of Alex and I in front of the 'Goodbye Cake' I'd framed every single picture Matt gave me and dotted them all around my room.

"I called first last time and I got no answer or reply, I'm not being a burden Lu I'll let them crack on with their lives, I'm clearly just a memory now." I slipped on my heals and grabbed my earrings.

"Shut up! There is no way they'd ever just ditch you out their lives like that, get you're little pretty head out of the grey clouds, they'll reach out I promise you." Luna adjusted her dress and touched up her makeup in my mirror.

"We ready?" I asked as I threw my leather jacket on.

"Let's do this." Luna squealed and grabbed my hand, tugging me out of the room.

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I'd been into the police station quite a bit, nothing new found or happened, I was sort of just a sitting duck waiting for them to find something.

I must say I hadn't been too good on myself recently, my self-esteem was out the window, my health care had gone as I was now back into my smoking and drinking habits. I was slowly falling back into old Eleanor, and nothing could of stopped me.

"Waynoooo!" I cheered as Luna and I entered the local Pub and was greeted by our best of friends.

"Look who it is!!" Wayne cheered as he swooped me up in his arms and kissed my cheek repeatedly.

Wayne Harvey, my bestfriend since I dated his brother back in 2011; he was tall and slim, not too slim as he had a little bit of a beer belly but it suited him well, his hair was straight, a dark fawn colour and sat brushed down on his forehead perfectly. A bit of beard was growing around his mouth and jaw and his eyes were a lime green colour, he was actually the best, alongside Luna of course.