𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

London Calling

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Now playing: London Calling By-The Clash

Alex POV:

'London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down'

My feet rested up against the corner of my desk, legs crossed and accompanied by my favourite pair of dark grey slacks, my black polished Chelsea boots probably marking my desk but I couldn't give a shit.

A cigarette dangled from my lips as a breeze from the opened window nipped at my exposed chest, my classic white buttoned up shirt with 4 undone buttons at the top letting the collar loosely sit either side of my collarbone by my shoulders. My leather jacket rubbed against the back of my seat, I hadn't worn one in a while but I thought I'd make a change today.

'London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust'

The vinyl played on a loop in the corner of my office, I played this song almost everyday.
My eyes thinned through the shade of my black aviators as I gazed down at my phone, wasn't a technological person, never will be.

My hair was to the bottom of my ear lobes now, still slicked it back with gel but not as much as I used to, tucked it all behind my ears now but some fuckers of loose strands would drop forward onto my face throughout the day. I'd now grown out my goatee, was a bit annoying and was contemplating shaving it off but I had a photoshoot in a few days so I didn't want to lose my character for that.

The album was still in the midst of making, we had a total of 4 songs at the ready, that was it.

I held the phone against my ear, sighing in relief as I heard it start ringing, crushing my cigarette out onto the ashtray beside me I inhaled a short breath preparing myself for what to say.

"Hello, welcome to the Orange mobile, the person you are trying to reach may not be able to answer the phone right now, please leave your message after the tone."

Oh shit here we go.

"Hi, Eleanor...it's Alex, y' know..Alex Turner, just calling to let you know I got a new phone recently and I wanted to just check and see how you are, haven't heard from you in ages so please, call me back when you can. I mi-" I groaned in frustration when the end of the voicemail cut me short, turning the stupid thing off I slammed it onto my desk and reached for my pack of cigs.

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Eleanor POV:

My eyes flicked back and forth to the man tangled up in my bedsheets and my phone screen, it was 11am on a Sunday, I'd already been called by Luna a bajillion times and a random number.

I crept over to the en suite and flicked on the light, scrolling to my voicemail box where I had a new message.

Luna had bombarded me with messages about if I was going to hers today, I quickly replied saying yes and then moved back to my voicemail.

"Unknown...of course" I whispered to myself before sliding and deleting the voicemail, moving back onto my missed calls I removed the contact from my recent call history and switched my phone off.

I sighed heavily before turning the light off in the bathroom and heading back to bed, slivering under the covers and allowing Seb to wrap an arm over me to hold me close to him. I liked the feeling of not waking up alone.