I went too far this time, I know it. The reason why Miles didn't or hasn't joined the Arctic Monkeys, is because he wants to earn his own success. Yes fair enough I did fool around with Matt, but he didn't need to blame Matt for it. Matt is asleep now, after the fight the other boys came out of the van and helped Matt out. Miles stormed off to God knows where, but he better be back soon. I'm worried about him. I wonder around the bus lost without Miles, I hope he returns soon.
My anger boils beyond anything I have ever felt in my life before! How could Alex do this to me? A hundred emotions are filling me, that ranges from betrayal to sadness. I don't even know where I'm walking, just anywhere away from Alex and all the drama surrounding him. That's the thing with Alex, everything is one big massive drama. I look up and notice a few clubs around. Perfect, I'm going to get shit faced drunk and hopefully forget about everything. I know this isn't probably the best way to deal with my situation but nevertheless, it's what I'm going to do.
Okay I'm really starting to get worried about Miles now it's 12:30am in the morning, and he's still isn't back. Everyone, on the tour bus is going to bed and they told me to do the same. But how could I? Knowing that Miles is out there somewhere, all alone and in a place that isn't so known to him, makes me worry a whole lot. Yes, Miles hitting Matt was wrong. Hell if he was going to hit anyone it should of been me, but for all I know Miles could be lost or even worse. Oh God.
My eyes where heavy and I felt a sharp pain in my back, alcohol was coursing through my veins. I felt on top of the world. "Get the fuck out" a massive bouncer kicks me out of the club. That explains the sharp pain in my back, where he had been dragging me out from the dance floor. Feeling invincible I shout back at him "You fucker, I was only having a good time. You should try it sometime it might help you loosen up mate" I was aware that my accent was very thick when I was drunk. Plus I was in America so the bouncer for certain had 0 clue what I had just said to him, or at least I hoped he didn't.
It was now 2 in the morning, and I was feeling sick. I was almost sure Miles was in some sort of trouble. Or he has found someone to hook up with for the night? Both options seemed bad to me, so I decided to go and search for Miles. Just down the road they were a few pubs and clubs, that Miles could of found himself in. I arrived at the first club, to see Miles pushed up against the wall.
The bouncer had obviously understood what I said, and it wasn't looking good for me. He had me against the wall, and I was afraid he was going to give me a right good kick In. Until I head a all too familiar voice pipe up "I think you need to put him down" Alex shouts to the man who has me up against the wall.
I am out of breath, as I have just fled over to where the large man is pinning Miles up against the wall. "Is he a friend of yours? Because if so you need to take him away before I smash every tooth in his head" the bouncer was shouting and mad, Miles was completely oblivious to what was going on, and he was just limp against the wall. You could tell Miles was drunk just by his eyes, normally Miles' eyes would be bright and sparkly, tonight they were dark and uncertain. I didn't like how they were pouring into my soul. "Look mate if you have finished eye fucking him, now can you just take him and leave, some of us have a job to do and we can't just be fucking around with low life's like you" I snapped out of it, as the bouncer was once again raging. Once again Miles didn't even move a muscle or react. The bouncer had obviously had enough by that time as he practically threw Miles into me, and stormed off back into the club.
My head is hurting. The bouncer is gone thank fuck, all he was doing was shouting at my Alex. No wait fuck Alex wasn't mine, he was Matt's. Alex was now helping me up, but I didn't want any help from him. My emotions get too much to handle, and I let out a huge sob. How embarrassing! Not only am I drunk as fuck, but I'm sobbing in front of the man that has broke my heart. I'm disgusted with myself. I hurt Matt just because I couldn't hurt Alex. I mean who would want to punch Alex? He's too beautiful to even consider beating up. There i go again, having feelings for a man who certainly doesn't return them. I am drowning in self pity, everyone should feel sorry for Miles Kane or maybe they should feel sorry for Alex Turner. I'm the one who caused this in the first place, if I just joined Alexs' band none of this would of happened.
I tried to help Miles up but he's having none of it. Thus, the reason why we are sat outside a night club. Miles is sobbing uncontrollably, but I can't soothe him in anyway because the damage is done now. How are we going to fix this? I pull out my cigarettes and light one up, I take a drag then head over to where miles is sat, which Is a few feet away. "Hey Miles I'm going to take you to a Motel up the road okay? I don't think we need to deal with the rest of the people on tour bus right now. Plus, I have a few nights off tour, so we don't have to go back yet" I get no response off Miles, as I expected. I pick him up in my arms and carry him bridal style, to the nearest motel. It wasn't anything fancy, but it would do for now. I push through the doors of the lobby and set Miles down on a sofa, he just looks at me blankly. I go over to the reception, and book us in a room. Thank God that they had some left. I get the key to the room and I practically drag/carry Miles, to where we are staying. It's pretty comfortable, at least it's clean and welcoming. Once me and Miles are inside, i start to undress him but he frowns and does it himself. I'm really in deep shit. I sigh and undress myself. Miles doesn't object when I pull him into bed and wrap my arms around him, so I guess that is a start. We will have to sort out this mess tomorrow. But for now I enjoy the warmth that Miles is producing.
