Come & Get Your Love • Alex Turner

49: Alexander

Avery's POV:

Today is Alex’s birthday and at the same time, our last day of being here in the UK. Oh boy, he was that 25 year old dork when I met him, and now he's 28. Time flies.

The cold winter never bothered us. I woke up silently as I was too excited to celebrate his special day for the first time. Alex was snoring as he was wearing only gray tank tops and those pair of black shorts. On the other hand, Avery, the most excited girl in the world, wore one of her favorite UCLA Green Sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants.

Alex groaned from his sleep as my elbow was propped up, completely looking at his angelic face,

“Happy birthday, baby", I showered him with soft kisses which made him groan more, still I continued kissing his cheek softly.

" Love, I just woke up," he chuckled.

“Then, we won't celebrate your birthday. Your choice", I joked.

"Fuck me birthday anyways”, Alex pulled me into a kiss as he laid me back down on the bed. He cupped my face and as my warm hands danced around his neck. Passionate as our teeth collided, we grinned throughout the kiss in which he pulled away after,  “Happy Birthday to me", he sang cheerfully in which he placed soft pecks on my lips.

“For God's sake, we should go shopping around for your birthday", I was about to stand up from the bed in which Alex stopped as he grabbed my wrist, “what?"

He tightly hugged his pillow, “Just wanna cuddle up ‘ere all day and all night"

I rolled my eyes, "stop acting like a bitchy child, Al. You're already 28”

"Alreyt, alreyt, I'm sorry”, the old crooked guy finally stood up from the bed. He's even the one who made the breakfast for the two of us - coffee, waffles, and pancakes.

After breakfast, we went shopping for Alex's birthday needs. All those things we bought included bottles and cans of beers, ingredients needed for the simple celebration he'd been planning along especially for the cake. Alex is never a rock star I see whenever we go out. In my eyes, he's just a simple dude who loves clowning all the time. A lucky fan even asked him for a photo and autograph as we were about to leave the supermarket. That lucky fan also greeted Alex a happy birthday which made his day totally great.

Alex even invited his bandmates and Miles for the simple celebration in which to be held in his apartment. Oh boy, I thought the apartment would only fit two persons around and I just fucking realized my eyes were too special for the simplest things in the world.

We're back in his apartment. We fixed what we bought from the grocery store and everything was prepared for cooking. I placed the ingredients on the kitchen island as Alex was too busy singing random songs as he's accompanied with his acoustic.

I was making a vanilla cake. Mom taught me everything when I was still a kid. Alex on the other hand kept mocking and joking,

“You make your own cake instead” I butt in.

“Fuck you" he eventually tickled me after that in which made us giggle like children.

“You should help me making your cake"

“I'm in"

“You've been a great cook aren't ya, Al?"