[ ALEX TURNER X READER ] how to play guitar & how to kiss a star <3

how to play guitar & how to kiss a star <3

You shivered in your black, leather miniskirt and favourite, grey tank top with the star on it as you stood on Alex's doormat, waiting for him to answer your loud knocking. Why didn't you just wear a jumper? You were freezing to death as the heavy rain poured down on you, drenching your perfectly-planned outfit.

How long does it take to open a door? Do I have the wrong apartment number, or something?

Just as you were about to send a frantic "PLEASE OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR" message to him, Alex opened the door with nothing on him but a white towel around his waist. His wet hair and the water droplets on his chest indicated he was just out of the shower.

Your fucked btw.

You found yourself staring at the awfully cute brunette's chest for longer than you intended, as he snapped you out of your trance with a cocky "Me eyes are up here, love."

Cute.

You quickly paid close attention to the fascinating floor and your throat felt dry.

The brunette then gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into the comfort and warmth of his apartment. You couldn't lie that you immediately craved his touch after he let go of your hand.

"Oh, thank god," you sighed in relief, "It's fucking freezing out there."

The boy's original cocky and cheerful expression was then laced with concern in a matter of seconds.

Why did you say that? You mentally scolded yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was worry him.

"I'm fine, though, really." you added, quickly.

But it was too late now.

"Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry, love," Alex apologised and reached for your hand again, stroking the back of it gently with his thumb.

He felt terrible.

"You walked all that way in the pouring rain and, on top of that, had to wait in the freezin' cold for me to open the door when I could've driven you here."

You hated it. He looked so sad and guilty when it really wasn't his fault.
He continued to hold your hand, still stroking it gently back-and-forth and gave it a small squeeze.

Alex wanted to do so much more.

For starters, he wanted engulf you in a warm, tight hug and rub your back and whisper every little thing he thought about you in your ear.

He badly wanted you to play with his hair as he hugs your hips to himself.

The brunette just wanted to kiss your neck and wanted you to find out what his lips tasted like.

But, you two are only friends. You aren't even that close. Not to mention, you're Matt's little sister by a year (though Matt let's on that he is much older).

Al would be a dead man if Matt had even the slightest idea of what goes through the lad's head when you're anywhere near and when he can't help getting touchy. Matt has even scolded Alex for the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching him.

But, ughh, he couldn't help loving any moment you were around him or touching him.

"It's ok, Al, don't worry so much about me, really,"

How can I possibly not?

"I took the bus, anyways. I just had to walk a couple blocks to yours."

"Still," It killed you how worried he looked, "Look at you, sweetheart, you're soaked."

He was right, but you then had an idea.