𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄 ( alex turner! )

𝗶𝗶. AUDACITY.

"JORD, SOMEONE'S at the door!" ELI's voice rang across the flat as the banging on the front door wilted away at the sound of voices.

The brown-haired drummer lay sprawled across Jordan's white sofa, hungover, as he used a cushion to cover his ears from the persistent noise on the other side of the door.

He audibly sighed as he received no response from the girl, who was either asleep or deliberately ignoring him. He repeated his sigh as he drew himself up from the sofa and headed to the door where the banging had been coming from a few moments previously.

        "Oh, hello there." Eli smirked flirtatiously as he opened the door to the man who stood on the other side, leaning against the nearby wall.

        His hair was carefully slicked back, and he wore a black shirt carefully tucked into some lighter grey trousers, his facial expression lay blank before his eyebrow slowly raised as he observed the shirtless man in front of him with messy, curly hair.

        "I think I have the wrong flat?" The dark haired man shrugged as he looked behind the door opener to see if anyone was behind him. A quite obviously hungover guy, who was looking at him rather suggestively, was exactly the opposite to what he was after on that Tuesday morning.

        "Well, I think you have the right flat." He winked in response, causing Alex to carefully take a step back before Eli quickly burst into laughter at the look on the man's face in front of him.

        "Oh, fuck off." A voice spoke from behind the curly haired man, who took a hasty step back to allow his friend to see what was taking place. Jordan's arms crossed furiously as she looked at the two men in her doorway, unsure of what was going on and what was about to go on.

        Her dark brown hair was tied into a messy bun, and her makeup was barely half done as she rubbed her eyes slowly. She was only wearing a small black top and joggers, but still remained wearing the same silver necklace and bracelet she had on a few nights ago — which Alex noticed almost immediately.

"I'm leaving before this turns spicy." Eli rolled his eyes as he picked up his shirt from the floor and pushed himself past Alex: who's eyes were still awfully wide with confusion, "And if it doesn't Jord will tell you exactly where to find me."

"Sorry. He's only joking, you know." Jordan eventually said as she shut the door behind Alex, who just chuckled slowly as he looked around the front room of the flat.

"Good. For a second there I was convinced I'd turned up at some random hooker's house."

Jordan weakly smiled as she threw herself down on the sofa and pulled a pillow on her head, attempting to shield herself from the sharp pain making an appearance along her brain. "And now may I ask how you found my address?"

"I have my ways." Alex smirked in response, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa and moving his eyes to observe the surroundings he'd found himself drawn to after an intensive conversation with a few friends of his.

Almost as soon as he'd discovered Jordan was in the music industry from his research into the girl after the night they'd met, he'd found a couple of people he believed may know her and had tried to find as much as he could that would allow him to find her again — because although he didn't know the reason, he'd discovered himself determined to see her again.

        Her apartment was much neater than Alex imagined in his mind, most of the furniture stayed to a slick black and white theme, with the majority of the decor staying plain. No direction to Jordan as an individual were evident, with maybe only a small acoustic guitar in the corner indicating her career, but not even a photo lay in sight.

        "Hangover then?" Alex broke the silence as he noticed Jordan not stirring as she lay there with a pillow covering her eyes, but before long that was interrupted as that exact pillow came flying across him to his amusement.

        "No. I'm just using it to cover my eyes from what you're having the audacity to call an outfit. Like, who do you think you are?" The brunette said, deadpan, as she used her hand to point towards the outfit he'd thought had looked quite good, but obviously Jordan had thought quite the opposite.

        "Rude." He added, but a small smile growing across his lips.

        "Says the person who's quite obviously stalking me." Jordan sarcastically smiled back quickly before standing up and heading to small door which led to the kitchen; and much to her anticipation, was followed by Alex.

        "You didn't tell me you were in a band." The frontman remarked as he leaned himself against the counter opposite where Jordan was pouring herself a glass of water, she froze slightly before turning back around and thinning her eyes at the man, who's expression suddenly became more smug.

        "I knew you were stalking me." She commented back as she watched the smirk grow on his face. He really confused Jordan, one second he could be the most anxious and timid person she'd ever met, but the next a cocky, flirtatious side would come out — and she couldn't quite place which one she hated more.

        "What genre?"

        "Soft rock maybe, some people have called it grunge revival maybe — but I'm not even sure myself any more. If I wanna get a hit we might as well change completely, because it's not going anywhere."

Alex nodded slowly as he ran a hand through his hair, deep in thought. However the silence didn't bother Jordan as she stared down towards the floor, her fingers tracing across her necklace as her head pounded; she didn't often talk about her career with her friends, let alone people she'd met once in a bar, had somehow found her address and was now stood in her kitchen.

"I'll help you, we can write some songs or something, we could—"

Jordan laughed louder than she thought as the words flowed through her mind, before realising maybe that wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"No way. No, no, no. I have not worked my whole life as an independent female songwriter just to be overshadowed and outdone by a man who'll end up getting all the credit. I don't know who you think I am, but that's not how I work Turner."

"No, Jordan, that's not what I meant, just one song or somethin', or even I'll just practice with you or whatever. Please, my mate showed me some of your stuff and it was really good. We don't even have to release it, I'll just give you some tips or—" Alex stammered as she watched the anger that had flared across Jordan's face simmer down eventually as a sigh escaped her lips.

"Fucking hell, if you're that desperate I'll make you a deal. One song, not released or anything, and you leave me alone?"

"Deal." The word left Alex's mouth as his smile grew, causing Jordan to internally groan as she failed to believe he'd stick to them, but reluctantly refused to argue with him any longer.

—— i'm so unsure of this at the moment for some reason i'm finding it so hard to write despite it all being planned out — i'm just so self conscious i'm gonna get accused of interpreting alex the wrong way because he isn't a smug, cocky prick all the time like a lot of people think 🛐 but oh well it's a fanfiction after all lol.
—— anyway the plot may change but right now this is just a filler chapter for something more coming soon, hope you like it <3