MINDBLOWER • Alex Turner

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐

You didn't see Alex for the next few days, and despite your stubbornness, you secretly hoped to see him again soon.

However, not seeing him didn't prevent you two from texting all the time — it had nonetheless become a daily habit.

You would always wake up to a “good morning” message, unwittingly making your day. Alex would ask if you were doing good, how was your day going while you were at work, and even send you some random stickers he found funny; and of course, he would also tell you what he had been up to lately.

It was kind of strange to have him back after so many years, but eventually, you began to sense that peculiar feeling of being cared for; just like when you were together as teenagers.

The truth was that Alex took to heart your words when you said you didn't want to stop talking to him after reuniting — And he wasn't willing to miss that opportunity. Not again.

• • •

Thursday had come quickly, and you were already heading home.

You had worked very hard that day, tattooing non-stop and piercing here and there; but you really didn't mind  — Your Studio was one of your comfort places, and it always had you in high spirits, no matter what.

And it was truly crazy to see how so many people trusted you and your hands; wanting a bit of your talent in their skin forever.

It was overwhelming.

When you were facing the front door looking for the keys to your house, you heard your phone ringing inside your bag. Then you searched for both things, and smiled without even noticing as you checked who was calling you:

"Hi, Alex." -You said into the phone, opening the door at the same time. -"What's up?"

"Hello, love." -He replied. -"Just called to know how are you doing today?"

You immediately bit your lower lip, trying to keep your smile from widening. Stop it, (y/n).

"I'm good, just arrived home. I'm not too tired today, but my wrist hurts." -You explained as you looked at said joint, frowning.

"Oh, poor you!" -You heard him chuckle softly. -"But it's good to hear you're good overall."

You grinned appreciatively, and then let yourself fall on the sofa, a contented sigh leaving your lips as you felt its coziness. Alex chuckled again quietly when he heard you.

"What about you, are you good?"

"I'm fine, yes." -He answered. -"I just finished writing something new. Let's say that I felt... inspired."

"Oh, so does that mean that your fans will be getting a new album soon?" -You questioned, wiggling your eyebrows even though he couldn't see you.

Alex chortled, and you pictured him shaking his head softly as well.

"I don't know how soon that would be, but something is definitely on the way." -He admitted. -"And speaking of which, you said you're home already, right?"

"Uh-huh." -You hummed.

"Then I would stay there if I were you because something should be delivered to you in the next—" -He trailed off, before continuing. -"5 minutes?"

You pulled a face, smiling.  -"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not going to spoil the surprise, love." -He told you; and you could almost hear his smile. -"You'll find out very soon."

"But you can't leave me like this, I want to know now!"

"Have some patience, will you?"

"Please, tell me what—"