ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Please Come Get Me (Drabble)

No warnings

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saturday night and you're out with your friends. you started at the pub, having some drinks, getting the party started, and later you went to a club.

music is buzzing and drinks are flowing, you're dancing and mingling with the crowd- lights on the floors, sweat on the walls. you don't even know what time it is when you suddenly feel a little dizzy. you excuse yourself and step outside for some fresh air, but it only gets worse. you only now realise how much you've had to drink, and it's definitely been too much.

being outside doesn't help, so you stumble a little, back inside, and splash some water on your face in the lavatory. your make-up was ruined anyway. all you want is to be home, snugly tucked in bed. you take some sips of water from the tap and feel somewhat better, but you're clearly not in a state to be safe on your own. it's only 12:30 am, your friends surely don't wanna go home just yet and you don't wanna be a burden or a spoilsport, so you contemplate what to do.

you really wanna call alex. you haven't been dating for long, so you're not sure if it's a good idea. do you want him to see you in this state? do you want him to see you throw up or worse- pass out on him?

whatever.

it rings once, twice, and you already want to hang up. he's probably in bed already. the call rings out and goes to voicemail, but you don't leave a message. you sigh and lock your phone, stuffing it into your bag. you check yourself in the mirror, oh dear, you look pale and tired and miserable.

suddenly, your phone rings. alex.

you almost drop it into the sink with how fast you want to hit the green button, but you catch it and put it to your ear.

'ello?'

'hello love, are you alright?' hearing his voice is already making you feel better. he does that to you.

'i... i'm so sorry to disturb you, were you asleep?'

'it's alright, is everything okay?'

'i'm at the club and... i don't feel very well. can you please come get me?'

'of course. which club?'

you smile in relief and happiness and tell him your loaction. he asks you to wait outside in ten minutes and you hang up. he's gonna pick you up. like a boyfriend would.

wait.

is he gonna take you to his place? you've been there before, but not overnight. are you even ready for this new step, this kind of intimacy?

whatever.

you find your friends and explain to them what's happening. they're happy alex is taking you home (and that their night isn't over yet). you assure them to send them a text once you're in (his) bed.

one of your friends accompanies you outside so you don't have to wait there on your own.

alex's car pulls up and within seconds he's beside you. he thanks your friend, you say your goodbye and alex's arm around your hip steadies you while he helps you into the car and even buckles up your seatbelt. you smile at him, so thankful that he's actually picking you up.

'thanks, al.'

'no worries, darlin'.'

he drives in silence, occasionally glancing over to you to check if you're still awake. you look out the window, trying to stop your head from spinning, so you lean it against the cool glass.

'you okay?'

'mhm.'

there seems to be no room for discussion regarding where he's taking you, because before you know it the car comes to a halt in front of his house.

'you're staying with me tonight, yeah?'

you look at him, 'are you sure?'

'oh, absolutely. i'm not leaving you alone in this state.'

once inside, he sits you down on the bed and gently takes off your shoes. he begins to rummage through his closet and hands you two items, 'put this on, it'll be comfier.'

you smile a lopsided smile and go to get changed in the bathroom where he's even laid out a spare toothbrush for you. you're surprised he's got a cleanser, too, and the feeling of finally washing off your smudged make-up is heavenly.

after a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, wearing his clothes. they fit you surprisingly well, they're comfortable and most importantly, they smell like him.

alex looks up from what he's doing when he notices you enter the room. his eyes have no shame in scanning your attire from top to bottom, 'you look...'

'ridiculous?'

he gulps, 'no. i was gonna say sexy.'

you giggle and feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

alex chuckles and hands you a tall glass of water.

'drink this, it's electrolytes. it'll make you feel better.'

'thanks,' you accept the glass and take some small sips. 'al?'

he looks at your curiously, 'yeah?'

'thank you. i'm sure you had something better to do and-'

he stops you by cupping your cheek in his large hand, 'shush. it's okay. i wanted to. please don't worry about it.'

you smile, 'okay.'

'now drink up and let's get you into bed.'

five minutes later, you're lying in his comfortable, soft bed, the duvet pulled up to your chin. alex sits on the edge of the bed and kisses your temple.

'i'll be next door if you need me.'

you frown at him, 'huh?'

'i'm sleeping on the couch.'

'no,' you almost beg, 'stay?'

you can see the cogs turning in his head. he considers your plea for a moment or two, before replying, 'are you sure?'

without hesitating, you nod, 'please.'

a smile takes over his features, 'okay.'

he gets in bed and seems a bit reluctant at first, but you make the first move and scoot closer to him. he lets you curl up to his side and wraps his arm around you.

you sigh in bliss. his scent surrounds you and the proximity, the intimacy, makes your heart flutter.

'sleep well, my damsel in distress,' he chuckles, and his chest vibrates against your cheek.

'oi,' you scold him playfully, making the both of you laugh.

alex sighs, 'i could get used to this.'

you have to hide your excitement, 'yeah?'

'mhm.'

you can see he's tired, and you can't really blame him. he got out of bed and drove across town for you, after all.

'night, al.'

'night, sweetheart.'