Crying Lightning

Do I Wanna Know?

Two bottles of Vodka later, we arrived at this hotel room where the rest of the Arctics were staying. We were all off our faces and Bella and Matt had got their own room for the night.
Alex knocked on the door and Nick swung it open.
My screams couldn't be contained as I stumbled over to him. I'd loved the band for so long and my teenage dreams were coming true.

"Hiiii! I'm Jasmine!" I yelled through the flat. I was so drunk. Muffled chuckles were heard from all directions. I pulled Nick into a hug and ran off through the luxurious hotel room in search for some more frozen cold little primates.

"In 'ere love." A familiar voice shouted at me. I followed the sound and saw the infamous Matt Helders on the king-size sat next to Jamie Cook.

"Jamie!" I screeched. "You're even cuter in person," I turned to Matt with a wide grin plastered on my face, "You, mister, need to teach my how to pound on those drums." He chuckled.

"We can do that soon. So you're the girl Alex won't shut up about?" He winked and I jumped up and down.

"I am? Wow, like, he's super dooper hot and stuff. But I'm just boring old Jasmine from the land of Robin Hood!" I acted out a little scene of which I was Robin Hood, galloping around on a horse shooting imaginary arrows here, there and everywhere. Jamie laughed a lot and then Alex tripped into the room.

"Maid Marion!" I smiled at him. He looked at me, confused. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Matt give Alex the 'OK' sign and I smirked.

"Alex, can you make me seem at least half normal in front of your super hot, rockstar band mates?" I smiled. He shot me a drunken glare and charged at me, taking us both to the floor in a shitty tackle. The room was spinning and it felt awesome.
Faint snores came from Alex who was sprawled on top of me. He was already asleep.

"Nice to meet you lads." I chuckled and joined Alex in the realm of unconsciousness.

"ALEX! WAKE UP YOU SHITSTICK!" Someone screamed waking me from my dream about meeting The Strokes. I groaned as my eyes fluttered open and the light seemed to throw rocks at my brain.

I looked down to see Alex lying across me. I gently shook his shoulder and he slowly lifted his head.

"Fuck off Nick," he replied "twat." Alex muttered. He looked up at me and his hair had fallen into his eyes and there was no sign of gel, 2007 Alex was present.
I kneaded my hands in his hair and let his head flop back onto my stomach.

Alex's voice echoed through my head along with a slow and steady beat on the drums. I sat up and I was in a bed. A silk quilt was bunched around my body and my head was previously laid on loads of plush gold cushions. There was a small glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling with small candles that were melted down onto the glass. Heavy curtains hung from the gigantic windows and there was a walk in wardrobe across from the bed. It looked like Anne Hathaway's in Princess Diaries.

My hair hung down in my face in knotted brown mess and a man's shirt hung loosely from my shoulders. I fumbled around the room for my phone and finally found it nestled between my clothes and Alex's. I sighed and shook my head, wondering what went on last night as I had no idea, no recollection of anything. There was a slight pounding in my head but it wasn't awful as I'd probably slept most of it off. I walked out of the room to go and find Alex, he was in the living room of the hotel room playing a guitar all too sexily. Matt was playing the drums vigorously and I smiled. I leant against the wall at the entrance of the room. Alex spotted me and smirked, he continued singing along to the sweet melody that sounded like heaven to my ears.

"Have you got colour in your cheeks?"

Sauntering towards me, he strummed his fingers against the strings and lowered his sun glasses. My breathing quickened and a slight flush spread upon my cheeks, pairing perfectly with the lyric he just sung in his angelic voice.

I nodded slowly, answering the rhetorical question. He chuckled slowly, they played the song out and I was stood in the same place but with Alex whispering the words in my ears throughout. Sending shivers up and down my spine and tingles across my skin.

"You look good in my shirt and you're messy morning hair." He said in his normal Sheffield voice, I grinned.

"Sounds like a new song for the AM follow up."

"It will be. So darlin', what would you like to do for the remainder of the day?" I laughed, it was 2.30 pm.

"Well, where are we for starters because last night is a blur."

"London."

"What? We're in London? Can we go to Madame Tussauds? You don't have a wax work, you're not famous enough!" I taunted, laughing in his face. He flicked my arm and gave me the finger.

"Sure." He muttered. I jumped on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck from the back. He pulled my up with his arms and supported me with his hands just below my arse.

"Mardy Mr Turner." I tutted and he pinched my thigh gently. I squirmed and he chuckled.

"Food?" He asked.

"To the kitchen my chauffer." I ordered and he carried me into the kitchen and placed me onto the counter-top. He kissed my cheek and began at making me an omelette.

Matt and Bella met us at 3.40 in the hotel lobby. We were off to watch a play in the West End, Of Mice And Men. I'd read the book in school but I was really excited to see it in theatre. We'd decided against Madame Tussauds.

Alex bought me a drink and we went and sat down in the quickly filling theatre. Alex and Bella sat next to me, Matt sat next to her and the other Monkeys sat along side Alex.

The curtains were being drawn as the lights dimmed and stage lighting illuminated the stage. There was a big lake and lots of trees laid out tidily and there was birds singing, played through the sound system. A short man started to climb down through the 'wilderness'. He was short, skinny, pale of face, large hands, mousy brown hair and long nose. He was dressed in dirty old jeans, a denim jacket and upon his head was a worn hat, shapeless. George. He looked exactly how I'd imagined him to in the book. Behind George was a tall, muscular man, with a face with no defined features, he had sandy blonde hair and wore a slightly larger version of the smaller man's outfit. They'd cast it perfectly.