One For The Road - Alex Turner fanfiction

One For The Road

"I can't believe it, i really cannot believe this, i lost my virginity to a complete stranger." i thought as i laid not facing the guy in my bed, as i feared who it could be. i eventually plucked up the courage to look who the guy was, so i slowly turned around, untangling myself from the sheets, to see a mop of messy brown hair.

The guys voice was deep and groany as he mumbled and sat up with a jolt. "what the fuck?" he said, his Sheffield accent licking at his every word. i still didn't know who this guy was, but i knew his voice from somewhere. I was scared to say anything, so instead i just let out a "uhm" and he gently and slowly turned his head.

"oh, iya" he said to me. my mouth dropped open, no way. no way could this be the Alex Turner, No way, i can't believe this, i won't believe this. i had no idea at all what to say, did he remember what happened? does he
even know my name? what what what??

"You okay love? You look a little shocked petal?" he asked. "I uh, I uhm haha uh yeah hello... Hi uhm I'm Megan, but i prefer Meg." i replied, stuttering at almost every word. "Megan, but you preferred to be called Meg, got it" he replied with a beaming smile.

"I'm Alex and i.." "Oh i know" i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, grinning at him with delight. He laughed in an awkward but friendly fashion and laid his head back down onto the delicate pillow.

There was no conversation between us two, but the atmosphere wasn't awkward. "So.. Meg!" Alex muttered. "Do you know what happened last night? I'm sorry but i can't remember a fookin thing"
"uh yeah kinda, a little, i'm not sure how it escalated to...yanno, but i remember you coming up to me and buying me a drink!" i chirped back, truing my best to impress the indie rocker.
"Oh ah, yeah i remember that!" he chuckled a little, and so did i, our laughs harmonising.

Alex sat up again, rubbed his eyes and then turned to get out of the bed. After a short pause, he eventually got out of the bed, and he was butt naked. my mouth once again dropped open at the sight of his toned bum.

Alex stretched, and proceeded to my bathroom. I sat up, still in shock from what i just witnessed, and looked round at my surroundings, i was in my bedroom, but it was littered with a lot of clothes, my clothes were in a pile in one corner, and Alex's were in another.

His clothes looked very suave. Blue jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. Just my kind of man.




Moments later, Alex returned to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around the bottom half of his body, and water droplets all over him. He sat on the edge of my bed, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his pictures that he took from last night, at the bar, where we first encountered.

After Alex had naturally dried he stripped his towel off him, and turned around to face me, exposing his body to me. Somehow i still kept eye contact with him, trying not to eye every inch of his perfect, toned body. He gave me a cheeky grin, and leaped onto me, worming himself in between my legs, the thin white bed sheet was still covering my body, but Alex was laid on top of me, he crashed his lips onto mine, and let his tongue slip into my mouth. He let out a short moan, and then ripped the sheet off of me.