Crying Lightning

Mardy Bum

After I left Starbucks yesterday, the infamous rock star came running after me.

"Can't stay away eh?" I teased, I poked his ribs and he flinched away.

"Nah, just not used to being left." He chuckled and slung an arm over my shoulder.

"There's a first time for everything Al." I lent my head on his shoulder and we walked around town aimlessly.

"Hotel Chocolat. I'll buy you some." He said, I lead the way and 10 minutes later I was indulging in a slab of salted caramel chocolate.

"My god, can you get any more perfect." I exclaimed, my mouth full of chocolate and he just stood in front if me laughing.

We were sat under the lights on one of the streets, I'd put half of the chocolate in my bag and we were just sat on the bench. I was facing him with my legs crossed, he had a lit cigarette hanging from his lips and he looked delicious. He slowly put the fag out.

"Yes." He whispered in my ear, the thought of it now sends shivers down my spine.
He placed his hand behind my neck and rested his forehead against mine. We were staring into each-other's eyes for what seemed like a lifetime, I bit down on my lip, wishing he'd just kiss me.

"Alex, for fucks sake." I smashed my lips to his and he responded immediately, our mouths moving in sync, tongues dancing, all that shit. It was the best kiss I'd ever had, by a fair few miles.

Matt snapped me back into reality by nudging my shoulder. I was dribbling into my tea that I'd made for us.

"Deep in thought there, love?" He laughed and I blushed a little.

"Just thinking about yesterday." I looked down at the ground the up to Matt. A small smile present on my face.

"I know you were. You're such a soppy romantic. You do know he's touring now for another two months. He could be doing the same the thing as he did with you in every city. Don't count on him, he's a rock star, babe."

I count help but feel a little sting at his words.

"I know. I just think there was something genuine there. It was the most real feeling."

"He's really into you, I can see he is. As your best friend, it's in my best interest to pay attention. He does, but it's going to be two months before you can see him again." He pulled my into a hug and strokes my hair lovingly.

I nuzzled my face in his chest and breathed in his homely scent. Matt was always what pulled me back into reality.

"I know. I'm going to have to wear out my albums for the next two months to hear his voice or I might go mental." I giggled and kissed Matt on the cheek.

"Love you bud." He kissed the top of my head. He took the tea that didn't have my saliva in it and went to get ready for work.

5 days later and I still hadn't heard from Alex, I was starting to get a little frustrated. I knew I shouldn't text him first. That's 'his job' and apparently that's how our society portrays relationships.

I came to the conclusion that I should text him, I've got nothing to lose.

-Hey, Alex. It's Jasmi- I began writing my message when my phone vibrated, alerting me of a text. I saved my message as a draft and opened up my received message.

-Hey, Jaz. It's your favourite celebrity of all time ;) Sorry I haven't been in touch, the tour's been wild. I'll ring you later. Lots of love, Alex x -

I smiled, and began to type a reply.

-Hey Al, don't worry about it. Glad it's going well sweetie, yeah okay, looking forward to it. Love, Jasmine x -

I sent the text and slipped my phone into my pocket.

It was Sunday, a week since Alex and I formally met. I was missing him already and I knew that the next two months were going to kill me. I only met him a week ago and I'm going crazy. I couldn't stop thinking about him, but I don't think the feeling was mutual, he was in fact a rock star.

Half way through my episode of The Big Bang Theory, my phone belted out a loud beat and it echoed through the flat. I fumbled around the cushions and eventually found my phone. Alex's name was clear upon the screen and a smile spread wide on my face.

"Hey." I said into the phone.

"Jaz, babe, how are you?" I could hear discreet cooing in the background and then I heard a muffled voice yell at them.

"I'm good thanks, who's that in the background?" I asked laughing, I heard my name being said in a high pitched voice.

"Just the lads ignore them. What've you been up to all week then, love?" The lads know my name, he must've said something then.

"Um, work, went out last night with Bella, saw the rest of my girls on Friday night. I think I might know what you've been doing."

"Well, I've been singing a lot, I also went out last night with the lads, got a bit pissed. I've had a really good week, we finish our tour on the 23rd of December and then I'm back in Sheffield. You'll have to come up over Christmas, darlin'."

"We'll see Mr Turner, but you are the first to book Christmas with me, so I'll pencil you in. What city are you in now?"

"We're in Cambridge now, but we set off in about half an hour to Oxford, we've got it sold out there two nights in a row. I'm a busy boy."

"I know you are, Lexi." I taunted, I knew he hated it when I called him that.

"I swear to God, Jazzy, if you call me that again I will have to behead you." I heard distant gasps from his end of the line 'That's not how you talk to a lady!' someone yelled at Alex. I laughed.

"Fuck off Lexi, you can't do a thing from Cambridge."

'I like her already, Lexi. I can see why you never stop talking about her.' A familiar voice piped up. I was clearly on loud speaker.

"You never stop talking about me eh, Lexi?" I teased and multiple chuckles were audible.

"Thanks, Jamie you utter twat. You're such a cock." Alex told Jamie Cook, a member of the Arctics.

'Ow, you faggot. Don't throw your fucking comb at me.' Jamie yelled.

I laughed and tutted.

"Leave your band mates alone Alex, just admit you're infatuated with me." My voice full of sarcasm.

"I'm leaving them now. They're all bastards." He was really annoyed that they'd crushed his cocky front.

"Fine, Mardy Bum." I said, not even realising I was now quoting his songs.

"Ooh, getting into fan girl mode are we now?" He teased laughing at his end of the phone.

"Snap Out Of It, Turner. Right I'm done now. No more songs."

Five days after our first phone call, we'd texted almost non-stop, and been on the phone for hours every night. I've Skyped him twice and things were going really well. He's back in a month and a half, I don't know if I can stand to wait that long.

It was Friday night and Bella was staying over. We were going to order pizza, watch movies, gossip and I needed to catch her up with all my Alex news.

Bella knocked on the door, I opened it to see my short friend in her jogging bottoms and crew neck, trainers, and her face was make-up less. Yet, she still looked stunning.

"Come in, beautiful." I stepped back and let her in. She threw her rucksack of clothes on the floor and jump-dived onto the sofa.

"Let the weekend, commence." She yelled through the flat, she picked up the home phone and memory dialled the pizza place. I laughed and called for Matt, he was always included in our weekend extravaganzas.

The pizza arrived and we all chipped in. We were engrossed in Insidious and two pizzas had already been shovelled down our necks. We were half-way through the giant bag of popcorn when the intercom buzzed, making us all scream and our breathing became erratic. I hesitantly paused the movie and ran over the speaker.

"Hello?" I asked, puzzled at who would come over at 11:30pm.

"It's me let me up." Alex said in a gruff voice. I froze.