My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 35

  I was sitting on the leather bar stool at the local pub near our condo with a glass of lemon vodka and coke in front of me when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I took a deep breath and hoped to see Arabella's name flashing on the screen. I looked at it and see an unknown number. I pressed the "answer" button.

"Hello?" I was slightly afraid to talk in this state, I was drunk and I needed to sleep.

"A-Al? Is that you?" I heard a familiar voice asking for me.

I sat in a deep and quiet silence, only the nostalgic lame music in the background and I didn't know what to say. I was pretty confident that this was Arabella, only by the roughness yet sweetness of her voice. A grin flashed on my face even though I know she was not able to see it.

"Alexander?" She repeats herself and I finally have the guts to say something back.

"Yeah, this is me." Seriously mate, that's all you could have said? I thought and I laughed at myself in silence. "How are you? I haven't heard from you in months. I've missed your voice, Bella..." I finally told her.

"I'm al'reyt now. I've been in Australia the past month that's why... I thought I should give you a call to tell you I am okay and I miss you. But I can hear the music and the ladies there with ya so I am going to hang up now. Bye Al." She sounded so disappointed.

I was disappointed, myself, for talking to her like a simple friend. I promised her she will always be mine and I won't ever forget her, and here I am. Drinking and partying like a true rock star even though I don't consider myself like it.

And since that day I haven't spoke to her, till now ...

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I was sitting on the large white sofa with a drink in my hand and my aviators on. Matty was sitting next to me making eye contact with the pretty lady who was taking our interview. I have changed a lot since last year. I figured out I am just a pussy with big dreams, now I was a major dick with high expectations.

"So, Mr. Turner, how are you feeling now, after you finally got touring and stuff? How's your life now?" she smiled and she placed her hand on her tiny leg.

I looked at her trough my aviators and smileed viciously. She blushed and she looked at her shoes. "It's been great actually" I took my comb out of my back pocket and brushed my hair gently with it. All the cameras were focusing on me and I loveed it, I loved being in the center of attention.

"That's great then" she was sure that I wasn't in the mood for talking shit with her, so she decided to leave. No, it's too soon my love. "Well, I'll leave you now, you got a big concert ahead and .. yeah. Good luck." She shaked our hands and she walked out the door.

"Man she was hot" Matt giggled.

"She's not dead mate. She is hot" I told him.

Not long after our little interview with the hot lady we were heading backstage to prepare for our Glastonbury concert. I was nervous as hell because it is the first real concert and I needed a drink. Again. I took a sip of scotch and handed it to our manager. He gasped sadly at me.

"You shouldn't drink before concert Alex. It's unhealthy and bad for your reputation" he complained.

"Can you just, shut the fuck up? Like seriously, are you using your voice as much as I do?" I talked to him nonchalantly. I combed my hair right before we entered the enormous stage.

All I saw was the moon shining above a lot of human beings shouting our names in unison. They started clapping and cheering as we prepared ourselves.

-I said he's a scumbag don't you know!

I staredt to sing with our fans, who actually started the song at the sound of our instruments.

Tonight has been a long a wonderful night and we decided to retreat in a nightclub.
We entered the club and everybody started cheering and clapping as we walked in. I passed by a young girl with brown hair and blonde highlights and I immediately recognised her scent. Her scent was very familiar. She wore a short black leather dress and her jacket has the club's logo on it so I guessed she worked here. Another pretty girl took us to our table.

"My mate will come in a second." She smiled innocently.
"Nice" Jamie mumbled while he looked at her ass as she turned around and leaved us. He touched his upper lip and laughed. "Man, I forgot how women are. I swear I will turn gay for you. Fuckers"
All of us laughed at his words.

Arabella

"C'mon Arabella, we have lots of costumers tonight and you do nothing but dance with perverts and drink. C'mon, there are some famous buttheads in the corner of the club who are waiting to be served. And since you are my hottest girl go and shake your ass around them."

"Stop treating me like a slut, Miranda." I told her and I took my little notebook.

As I made my way between drunk people I saw a familiar face. I couldn't believe it. I turned around and looked at Trish and she shaked her shoulders. She pointed at the table at told me to go. I yelled desperately at myself and manned up. My dress looked awful and so did my hair. I quickly freshened myself up and walked towards the table.

"Hello, what can I get you?" I asked them as I took out my pen. I let my head down hoping they wouldn't recognise me. I heard Matt and Jamie talking about something and then a loud laughter of Alex filled my ears.

"Can you bring me.. erm ... a bottle of lemon vodka and a bottle of your expensive champagne? And oh, ice cubes please? Thanks love." Alex spoke first with a huge pervy grin on his face.

I noteed everything down and I waited for the others.

"A coke and cognac" the others decide. "A bottle" Nick spoke for them.

"Hurry already" Mr. Turner demands and the flips his finger at me.

In a second my eyes met his and he went silent.
Matt's eyes widen and a lovely smile appeared on his face when he saw me.

"Oh my God Bella!" He got up and he putshis hands on my hips.

I missed them so much and I was the only one who knows how many times I've cried myself to sleep thinking about Alex. But he seemed so distant and cold now, I knew he's changed a lot and he hurted me by not saying anything.

"Hello," I told Matt. Nick and Jamie followed Matt and I ended up in their arms.

"Oh my God Bella" that's what Matt kept saying. "It has been a long time since I saw you. How are you? Damn your ass looks great in this dress!"

"Thank you? I guess" is all I could say. I couldn't believed Alex was not saying anything. He was hurting me like hell and I couldn't take it.

"How did you end up here?" Jamie asked me smiling.

"It is a story for another time" I kindly answered him.

"Al, aren't you going to say anything? After all, she was your girlfriend. " Matt looked at him madly.

"I actually have a question, and I hope you won't get mad but..." he stopped and a mad smile appeared on his face "aren't you dead already? I've been waiting for a call for your funeral"
He was not the Alex I know. He looked way different and he acted more different. Where was my Alex? This was a scumbag.  

So I guess I should really apologise for my absence and I will, I promise. I will make it up to you, the ones who are reading this. I had some problema during summer time and yeah...

Just leave me a comment or something down below so I can continue this fanfic because it will be amazing, I promise you.
A lot of things will change and it will be intriguing. Love you lots and hope you stil read this. Peace xoxo