Don't you ever hate it when you're a senior graduate from college, so peer pressure all over, and your parents kick you out from your own home telling you "You gotta get your own apartment!" so you did but now its double pressure with bill payments AND your so-called best friend ditches you to go to France for a whole month to meet up with her 'fictional boyfriend'? (He's not fictional, I've just never met him.)
I do hate it, though. It's terrible. So here I am at Birmingham's local pub, awaiting a dose of a thousand alcohol drinks to get all of this off my back. "Give me the heaviest drink you got" I tell the bartender while I hand him my ID. He nods and goes away for a minute, I look away to see what this bar offers me in terms of guys. "Heck, they all look the same." I mumbled and snap my attention back to the fresh drink that I was served, I stared at it for a while and held the cup in my hand. It smells awfully strong. The bartender doesn't play around with his drinks.
Ready?... Go! I chug down the liquor. Dear god, it burns my mouth but then it passes by in a few minutes. "Another round?" the bartender asks, I shook my head and whispered "Thanks though". I looked down at the counter. I rubbed at the pamphlet taped to the counter, it's a concert flyer, which appears to-- "the Arctic Monkeys... to be playing here... on October 21st?" I looked up at the bartender guy, he nods and says, "Yeah. It's, um, it's today. They should be playing any minute now".
I nodded my head, but it might've looked dumb cause the alcohol was starting to get to me. I sat upright and turned away from the counter, turned my chair's back against it. I looked toward where the small stage was at. They were putting up the drum set, microphones everywhere. It won't hurt to just stay here and enjoy a small live concert, besides who's gonna tell me not to do so! I smiled to myself, and leaned back against the chair. I shouldn't get cocky though... I want to go home with someone. "Testing. One, Two." A guy who seemed like the rest whispered into the microphone. Huh, he doesn't look that bad.
"WOO!" I yelled. The one who seemed to be the lead singer from the band smiled at me. Everyone turned to me and I looked down, embarrassed, then back to the bartender and ordered another drink, a light one. He handed me a beer and I slid him 8 euros as a tip. I got up from my seat and walked towards the stage, near the front. "How's, uh, everyone doing tonight?" the lead singer said into the microphone. I did a thumbs up, the audience had non matching responses with 'good' ' great' from different people.
"That's great. Well, we are the Arctic Monkeys, and we hope you enjoy our show tonight. We will start with Mardy Bum" I looked at him, like if he was the only thing in the room. The guitar started playing and the drummer joined him, the lead singer started singing. Holy Fuck. His voice was angelic. His eyes darted to the audience, catching views from almost all lady in this room. I smiled when his eyes catched mine, they held for a while as he sang along to the song.
He seems like he's dedicating that song to me... Oh, (Y/N), he catched the same look with other ladies in the room, stop letting your hormones get the best of you.
I looked down, shyly, and he finished the last verse of the song, smiled at me. The band went on with a different song which I'm guessing is called 'Do Me a Favour'. I started tapping my foot along to the beat of the song. The same went on with the rest of the songs they played. Hell, I even started singing. Sure, It didn't match the lyrics oftenly, but I got the chorus... Most of the time.
A few more songs to go, one hour or so went by (I really wasn't keeping track of the time), "I'm going back to 505..." the lead member sang. It startled me... because my apartment number is 505... Huh, coincidence.
The base guitar led on, "But I crumble completely when you cry." I jerked my attention to him, his eyes were looking at me. I sincerely smiled and drank a bit of my beer, I whispered along "I'm going back to 505, if it's a seven hour drive, or a forty-five minute dri--" I hiccuped and laughed. Their concert ended with that song, I clapped and wooed along many others. There wasn't anything else that I'd ask for at the momen-- Oh, shit.
The lead singer made his way down with the microphone and left it carefully at a corner. He appeared to make his way to me, but some couples, and small groups of ladies made his way to me. I laughed to myself and slightly drank from my beer. He got embarrassed and started blushing. As soon as the other members came out, after they finished packing up their stuff, the ones who surrounded him, went to go crowd around the others. I quietly laughed as i looked at him, a flustered mess.
He sat down in a chair in my table and sighed, "So much for being a part of a new band." I laughed and so did he. His accent was way different from mine. Mine had like 74% American and British mixed in it, and his... His sounded more British than all. I slightly nudged him, "Hey, its fun. You get to have parties, the attention, what not." I smiled, "We-" he motioned to his friends, "are not used to all this attention." I smiled and looked down at my drink. "What's your name?" He asked, I looked up at him. God, he looked even better up close. "U-um... It's (Y/N)." The hell was that stutter. Oh dear. He might think it's my alcohol acting up again. "Well, (Y/N), You seem fun to hang around with aaand..." He was patting his pockets and cursed under his breath. He smiled nervously and looked up at me, "You don't happen to have a small sheet of paper, do you?"
I frowned and slightly laughed, i shook my head, "Here, use my hand" I offered him my hand, He took it in his own, and started to write down his name and phone number. I looked at his hand writing, neat. I mumbled, "Alex... Turner". He finished writing and looked up at me. "The name's Alex Turner" he smiled. I blushed...
Woah... I'm in love.
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(A/N): Welp. I tried. I forgot to mention, This is a 1st POV mixed with 3rd. But of course, this is slightly the reader's 1st POV. I hope you liked it!! :-P
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Fanfiction(A/N): this is based off on a dream. btw, this is a Alex x Reader fanfic. So what if i didn't chose to live a life like this? A life where i'd be intoxicated with only Alex. I can gladly count every memory and think, 'it's not so bad'.