The Rush Of Blood | Alex Turner Smut One Shots

when your high

You and (Am)Alex are best friends, he calls you to bring him home, completely drunk.
Its 3 in the morning, it doesn't take much to change your mind.. its quite impossible to resist.

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The ringing of your phone woke you up immediately, your eyes were sticky and still half closed, being a little disoriented by the completely dark room around you. You sat up, and the phone light illuminated the room completely, you rubbed your eyes adjusting to the burst of artificial light making you squint a little.

You picked up the phone, not even looking at who was calling or the time. Because maybe it was urgent, maybe something bad had just happened. Even if you had tried to look at it, it wouldn't be possible, the screen much too bright to see anything.

Picking up the phone, wondering who it was who just woke you up from your slumber. Maybe feeling a little bit pissed off, you put the phone to your ear, you stared out the window, at the street lights, and you only now notice that people still wandered outside, the voices of people in the background making you want to block your ears, because although it was so quiet, you were still half asleep.

"Hello?" You said, your voice croaky, and tired, and almost inaudible.

"Took yeh long enough teh answer.." his accent deep, and his voice trailing off, he was obviously extremely drunk.

"Why'd you only call me when your high, Alex?" You let out a shaky, breathless laugh.

"Hi.. Luv, c-can yeh come get meh?" His voice shaky and unsure, completely ignoring what you had just said.

You sighed "Alex-" you pulled the phone from your face, looking at the time, 3:04.

"Its 3 in the fucking morning" you said rubbing your eyes.

"Y-yeh its just uh, well.. am in this bar..-"

"Has something happened, Al? Are you alright?" You asked, the slight bit of concern in your voice.

"Am fine, darlin' don't realleh want teh.. walk home-" and he cuts himself off. His side of the phone gone silent.

You remember the time, this exact thing happened, he left you multiple missed calls, and messages. He came to get to your apartment, instead going to the wrong door. You saw him from the window, so you brought him in, the next day having a bit of a laugh about it.

I guess he learned his lesson after that, he can never find his way back. So in one way you were glad he had called you, he always stayed the night after a night out, you were usually with him Though.

"J-just tell me where you are" you said sitting up and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You weren't sober yourself, having downed all you could find before you went to bed, maybe hoping by now it will have died off a little.

"T-the boardwalk, luv" he said and a loud sound came from his side. Which you had just guessed was another shot glass being downed, which would make sense for why he went silent just a moment before.

"Give me 10 minutes, be right there." You said sounding slightly more awake, hanging up and throwing the phone onto the bed as you got up, you were wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, just slipping on a leather jacket Alex has left at your apartment a few days ago.

It smelt just like him, which gave you comfort, his incredible cologne which you could never get over the smell of, organic cigarettes that he smokes, and alcohol. All together, it just was him. It was so strong, and mixed together perfectly, He smelt unreal all the time.