𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 ─── 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 ༄‧₊˚ (EDITING)

﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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❝𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊❞

An Alex Turner fan fiction.

𝐈'𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 simply had to be the one that brought me more trouble.

As the audience, you can only see the outside of the life I had begun to live around a year ago. You enjoy keeping up with the latest news about your idols and to show your support in any way you and your wallet would be up to.

You saw the smiles that I flashed at people in public places, even when I have to leave my guest at the other side of the table hanging. You saw the flawless makeup and clothes that came from expensive stores so big you'd get lost in them.

But as for me, the person whose name had been on almost ten articles in just one week, I could not see any of the previously mentioned.

I did not enjoy people keeping up with my life like it was their own and the support is very much appreciated but to a certain point.

I did not see the smiles that I flashed at people in public places during meals with my friends, I only felt the pain and embarrassment behind them. I did see the flawless makeup and expensive clothes bought from expensive designers, but I also had to sit down for almost two and a half hours smothering every last bit of makeup to my face until no imperfection was seen.

All of that and multiple other reasons not mentioned here, was why I wanted to go back to my old, normal, fans-free life.

And all because I kissed stupid god-like Alexander David Turner. That kiss, that was described in articles as ''passionate'' and ''genuine'' was nothing but a pile of garbage that had unleashed an avalanche of questions and doubts regarding our relationship status.

I was never a good friend of Alex's. I didn't even know him personally until the offer of dating him for a hype boost came up. I'd spend my teenage years supporting his band as much as I could. Buying shirts, vinyls, and posters of him.

A sixteen year-old me would've been enchanted to be his girlfriend. If the image of him I had created inside my head had been real.

But it wasn't until that night that I really got to know Alex Turner, and how he would act for the months to come.

My brain seemed to be way too clouded by his loose white shirt that had a few buttons undone and that cigarette that remained through his pursed lips during all of our first meetings. If I hadn't been as taken aback as I was at the moment, my answer would've been a rough no, but that wasn't the case.

All I know is that one day I didn't know half of the names of the brands of clothing I was wearing the next day. That next day also included me showing as much affection as I could get my hands to.

I kept my hands steady around his neck and played with the loose strand that remained on his forehead and out of his slick and perfectly gelled back hair.

His hands were wandering through my waist and every inch that wasn't below that area. We were being clingy, not giving off a show.

I felt eyes burning through me and heard a few flashes from cameras. Not acknowledging them, I stared at Alex talk to his bandmates the whole evening, with my best ''I'm in love with this guy if you hadn't already noticed'' face.

When the night came to an end, and my hands hurt from touching him so much, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling between my furrowed eyebrows, wondering what the hell I had done.

And I still do, to this day, almost two months ago that we started dropping off hints. And those hints became a relationship, and that relationship became the reason for my success and my constant stress.

At the end of the day, I was only confusing myself when it came to my feelings towards Alex.

To the point that they were so fake that they became genuine.