The Love Contract | Alex Turner

It's Three in the Morning

Alex's POV

I watch as Marianne enters the limo and leaving me standing on the sidewalk. I watch with slight frustration as I see the limo disappear out of sight. Damnit, I just wanted to talk to her, and tell her not to apologize for kissing me, and that I wanted to do it again. But I was left there, speechless. I just hope she wasn't upset about what happened. I stand there for a few moments, before I let out a loud huff of frustration and ran a hand through my hair to try and calm myself down. 

As soon as I walk back inside the bar, the lads turn to me with questioning looks in their eyes as they see me walking back in; without Marianne. 

"Where's the doll?" Matt asks me as he noticed that I've returned alone. 

"Uh, she left." I admit to the group. I could sense that the lads all looked confused as soon as I said that and they all suddenly start bombarding me with questions. "Left? Where?" "Why?" "Did she say where she was going?" Everyone says at once. 

"No, she just went back to the hotel." I say, not wanting to allude to much in case this was something she wants to keep to herself. 

I could practically see the lads getting more confused as I said that Marianne had just simply gone back to the hotel and that she hadn't said why. It felt weird keeping everything from them, but I wasn't able to tell them that she had cried in my arms, and that we had kissed. 

"That's it?" Jamie questions. "She didn't say anything else?" Matt adds. "Nah, let's just keep the party going." I say trying to change the subject.

All the lads seem to grumble a bit, clearly not satisfied with the lack of an answer. But despite their annoyance, they still go along with it, not wanting to let the portend just yet. "Yeah, let's go. More drinks." Nick exclaims. 

I find that once I go back to drinking with the guys, I can't focus on anything. My mind keeps drifting back to Marianne for some reason, the memory of our kiss together still lingering in my mind. Alongside the kiss, I also remember the look she had on her face when that song played, the look of hurt, of sadness. The memory makes my chest ache again, a pang of guilty suddenly striking me all the sudden. 

However, the night goes on. It is nearly 3:00 am by the time the guys and I decide that the party is finally over and it was time to head back to the hotel. Jamie and Matt weren't going back alone, and they decided that the back of the limo was the perfect time to start making out with the girls they picked up.

I sigh and look out the window, it wasn't normal for me to be going back alone after a concert, but my mind is still racing. I kept thinking about Marianne. What was she thinking right now? Would she even remember everything that happened? Were things going to be awkward between us now? All of these questions continued to swirl in my mind as we walk back to the hotel as the limo lets us out. The guys race off to their rooms immediately, leaving me alone in the hallway. I find myself being pulled to Mariannes room, I allow my feet to take me there. 

When I reach her door, I hear soft muffled sobs. My heart aches, I just wanted to run inside and hold her. 

But I just stand outside the door.