When Past Becomes Present (an Alex Turner fan fic)

Chapter 7

*Lillia's POV* 

As he ended the song so did my memories of that first night, snapping me back to reality. Vi was swaying to the music, and looked so genuinely happy it made me glad I hadn't backed out in the beginning. Little did I know that the next song he would sing could have me regretting the entire thing. "So, uh this was one of our first songs, and it's called Mardy Bum. It's about a fight with someone you love, with someone I love." Oh, Alex. He looked so perfect up on the stage, and I wanted so badly for him to be speaking to me, just me. I had been ready for another good vision from the past, but what I had now found I was getting was much different. 

Our first big fight. It was our two year anniversary, and we had a small dinner planned. It was nothing huge, but it was a special date and I was expecting him. I cooked that meal, too. It took me a while since I'm shit at anything in the kitchen, and I was really looking forward to it. My parents were out of the house for the weekend at some couple's spa weekend, and I thought it would be really nice for Alex and I. I got dressed in a gorgeous new royal blue dress I had bought, complete with nude heels and the best makeup I could muster taking in to account my skills in that area. At 8:00 I had everything done, my perfume had been sprayed, and the meal was almost ready. He wasn't there. I checked my phone, but I had no messages from him. I told myself the train might be running a bit late, and that his phone was probably turned off. I was worried anyways, but I figured the house could use a bit of tidying so I went about that while I waited. 

*Alex's POV* 

Lillia had told me she was going to surprise me, but I didn't think it was going to be a big deal really. I had been at band practice at Jamie's that afternoon, so I had to take the train and then drive to get to her house. By the time band practice was over and I had been able to escape the boys and their comments of my being "whipped" I had missed the train. I was pissed. How could I do this to her? Still, I told myself I was sure she'd understand; she had always understood. I smiled waiting for the next train remembering the time I accidentally broke one of her dishes. She had just laughed, still washing the others, and I couldn't help but love her. I slid my arms in between her's, and circled her waist. She nuzzled into me then spun around and faced me. God, she was beautiful; hell, she still is. 

*Lillia's POV* 

It was 10:00, I had been "cleaning" for an hour and a half, and now just sitting pretending to be interested in whatever television show was on for the other half hour. It rested in the back of my head that he had stood me up, but I tried not to think about it. Still, it was crushing. Hadn't it been important enough to him? Didn't he want to see me? After all, he'd stayed for two years; why was he gone all of a sudden? I began to cry at this point. All the thoughts turned to tears and poured from my eyes. I was so angry, so hurt that this had happened. My perfect night turned to shit. Well, I hoped he knew he wasn't getting off so easy for this. I hoped he knew this was bad news for us. I went in to the bathroom and looked at myself. At this point my eyes were red and bloodshot, my makeup had run, and my lip was quivering. I wiped off my makeup and took another look. Well, there went the beauty I had hoped for that night. At least I could cry without worrying about ruining it now. 

*Alex's POV* 

It was 9:45 when I finally got off the train. Fuck. I couldn't be this late. She had to be mad at this point, but somehow I still was hoping that she was going to understand. I caught a cab, and gave them her address. Maybe I could still salvage the night. Then I saw the traffic. It was so terrible I couldn't even believe it. I was truly going to end up standing her up. My girlfriend, on our 2 year anniversary was going to be stood up. "God, I am such an ass" I thought to myself as I sat in the never ending traffic. 

*Lillia's POV*

I had stopped crying at this point, it was almost 11:00, and I had come to the conclusion he just didn't care that this meant something to me. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I just sat there; I didn't even move. I knew it could be Alex, but I didn't care. I couldn't do anything right now, and I didn't particularly want to see him either. The door pushed open, and I turned my head as I cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. In stepped Alex, his hair tussled, his eyes tired, and his face full of defeat. I turned away. I didn't know what to say to him; I had nothing to say. I was sorely disappointed in him, and I really just wanted to be alone. I didn't want to hear his stupid excuses, they were of no use to me. What could he say that would make sense? That would make up for this? I considered the possible things he was doing instead of having dinner with me. Was he with another girl? Had they all gone to a bar to flirt around? Or had he gone alone, uninterested in the evening I had planned? The tears were piling up again, but I was extremely angry too. 

*Alex's POV*

I walked around to where she was sitting on the couch and kneeled in front of her. I saw her face, the disappointment covering it. "Lillia, I know you're upset. I'm so sorry." Her gaze pierced me like a sword, "Really? Are you sorry?" My head dropped, but I glanced up at her. I could see I had obviously made a huge mistake leaving late. "Y'know Alex I really am not sorry. This just shows how much you care about me, or should I say how much you don't care about me." She continued, "Apparently two years means absolutely nothing to you. Well, it meant something to me. But not anymore." That killed me. My throat clenched, and everything inside me began to hurt. "Lillia, I care. You know I care." 

"Well actually, Alex, no. No I don't know that. You've completely forgotten about me. I waited here for you. I cooked dinner! I tried to make this perfect, but no you don't even bother to show up! You didn't even call! What did you just forget? Fuck you, Alex. Fuck you."

She was yelling, and I finally yelled back. 

"Lillia, you know I love you! You know that! I tell you all the time, I dedicate songs to you, I help you whenever you need it! Does that mean anything to you? I'm sorry I'm so late; God I'm sorry! I didn't plan on being late! My phone was out of battery so it's not like I could have called!" 

"Alex I'm glad that you love me, but that doesn't make this excusable! What were you even doing?! What gets you here at 11:00?! You were supposed to be here 3 hours ago! Were you with someone else?! Is that it? You found someone new? Well, whatever. Have fun with her."

"Lillia, No!" I pleaded with her. "Lillia, please just here my side of the story! I would never be with another girl! I can't tell you how sorry I am, just let me tell you what happened and stop screaming! Why do you have to be this way?! Why do you have to jump to conclusions?! They're not right! They would never be right! Just stop for a second, and you'll find things are different than you imagined!"

She was in tears at this point. They were streaming silently, and this time she didn't scream back. She just sat there crying, head down, as beautiful as ever. I knew I had gone to far. She was provoking me, but I was the one in the wrong here. I had to remember that I had already hurt her enough tonight, and now I had done it again. 

"Lillia," I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face up slowly. "Lillia, I love you. I am so sorry I was late, and I am so sorry I yelled. I'm being a dick, and I can't apologize enough. You're not crazy or stupid to jump to conclusions, and I get why you did. I don't blame you for being angry, but please just listen to me for a minute. "

She was still crying, but I knew she heard me that time. "Okay." she said shakily. "Okay, first I was at band practice. I admit that it ran pretty late, and I'm sorry I stayed so long. Then I went straight to the train station, but it was running late. When I got off the train the traffic was a state. It was packed, and it was already 9:45. I told the cab driver to go as fast as he could, but it was really blocked up. I really am sorry, Lillia. Please forgive me."

*Lillia's POV*

I looked at him. A tear had already rolled down one of his cheeks, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. He was so beautiful, and he was so sorry. I knew it wasn't his fault, and I should have let him explain from the beginning. I couldn't be mad at him now, not after the way I yelled, and how sweet he'd been. I leaned in and kissed him softly. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me back. We pulled away, and he looked into my eyes. "I forgive you." I told him. "I love you." he responded, and he kissed me again. 

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