ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

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warnings: angst

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In the beginning of dating Alex, it felt like a dream come true. You could feel an instant connection that went beyond just physical attraction. He had a way of making you feel truly special, and he treated you with a kindness and respect that made your heart melt.

You spent hours talking, laughing, and sharing stories about your lives. You explored the city together, trying out new restaurants, going for long walks, and even took a spontaneous day trip to the beach.

Every date was an adventure, and every moment spent together felt like a memory in the making. You shared your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, and in his company, you found comfort and understanding.

Even though it had only been about two months, it felt to you like you had known each other for much longer. The chemistry was undeniable, and your connection deepened with each passing day. You couldn't help but think that you had found something truly special in Alex, and you looked forward to what the future held for both of you.

Naturally, you were eager to see him again after you'd spent your first night together. Though, things were going to take an unexpected turn.

Sunday morning with Alex had felt like a scene from a romantic movie. The soft, golden sunlight filtered through the curtains of his bedroom, casting a warm glow across the walls. You lay there, half-awake, still feeling the gentle traces of his touch on your skin. Flashes of memory came rushing back to you from the night before, causing a pink blush to rise to your cheeks. As you turned to look at him, he was already awake, his eyes fixed on you with a tender expression. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing and the distant chirping of birds outside. It was almost perfect.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead before suggesting, "Good morning. How about I make us some breakfast?"

Your heart skipped a beat, not just at the prospect of him wanting you to stay for breakfast, but at the ease with which he proposed it. It felt right. Nodding, you watched as he got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Usually, breakfast with a guy after an intimate night together felt awkward to you, but not with Alex.

After a breakfast filled with laughter and lightness, it was time for you to leave. Alex had mentioned meeting his bandmates for lunch, a subtle and kind nudge in the right direction, politely asking you to go home. He had not requested it directly, yet you had understood.

Just as you were putting your shoes on, you had to get a question off your chest.

Oblivious that it could lead to an uncomfortable situation, you chirped, "when's a good time to meet again next week? Maybe Tuesday?"

The suggestion was lingering in the air between you two for a second too long. You searched for Alex's eyes, and you spotted a hint of something in them you didn't like.

"Look, Y/N..." he began, his voice carrying a soft and apologetic tone, "I don't want to sound like a dickhead, but..." There was another pause, a moment of hesitation, as if he was searching for the right words to express himself. "I kinda need you to let me have a breather."

Oh. Your heart sank the same second your face fell.

"Okay." Mustering a half-smile, probably not remotely convincing, you quickly adverted your eyes from him and bent down to pick up your bag. "I'll get going then. See you."

You were just about to grab the door handle, when Alex reached out for your hand.

"Hey, wait. Come 'ere."