Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Late Night Walks

Porter's set was amazing, just like yesterday.

He played songs that I didn't hear before (a song called Say My Name, and another called Language), and the crowd was just as intense as the day before. He really knew how to get a crowd going, it was amazing.

I chatted with the bartender some throughout the set, but I mostly focused on Porter and the music, sipping a Coke and listening intently. He immersed himself in the music, so much that it just seemed to flow out of him. 

After he went off the stage, I figured I should head on out. I felt a little twang in my chest because I really wanted to see him, but I couldn't exactly go searching for him.. its not like he was dying to see me anyways. 

I pulled my coat on and walked outside, planning to call a taxi and call it a night. The door whooshed open, letting in cold air, and I stepped outside, shivering, right into someone's chest.

"Oomf!" I banged my head against the person in front of me, and awkwardly stepped back, rubbing my head. Turning my head up, I looked to see who it was.

Porter was staring down at me, sweaty (but still smelling good, surprisingly) with a grin on his face.  We kept meeting under the weirdest circumstances. It was almost like fate.

"Hey. Sorry about that, I didn't expect you to run into me."

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me? You were practically asking to be hit just standing here."

He laughed, his entire face beaming. 

"Yeah, I guess I was. I'm lying. I was looking for you." He smiled down at me.

My heart rose in my chest, beating rapidly. The way he looks at me is funny - like we share an inside joke that only us know and no one else does, thats meant to be kept secret. Goodness gracious, he's adorable. Just look at his cute little smile.

He snapped his fingers in my face.

I refocused my attention to him, my cheeks burning. "Wha - what'd you say?"
Porter chuckled. "I asked what your name is. You never told me."

I put my head in my hands, and he laughed again.

"It's Alexa."

"Now I have something to call you."

I rolled my eyes, giggling, and then my face grew serious.

"I really loved your set tonight. I listened to some of your songs today before I came, and they were really great, it was an incredible show."

He smiled wide. "Thank you so much. I'm really glad you came out again, and that I didn't let you down."

I opened my mouth wide. "You can't let me down! You're a great artist. Don't doubt yourself."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm really proud of the stuff I've been putting out lately. I want to release more though."

I smiled. "I'd love to hear them."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking at the line of cars coming down the street. The air was cold, but between us was a certain warmth, a certain understanding.

"Do you wanna like, go on a walk or something? I have nothing to do for the next few hours or tomorrow, and I really don't wanna go back to the hotel when its only 12am. I'm not tired yet, still a little hyped up from the show."

I nodded, a little surprised, but overjoyed I could spend more time with him and his little smiley personality. "Yeah, yeah, I'd love to."

We walked along the street, filled with people coming home from places in Manhattan late on a Saturday night, passing a couple of shops and supermarkets. 
Porter turned to look at me, his eyes focused. "You said you're from here, right?"
I nodded. "I don't live too far away, actually. A couple of streets over."
"That's cool. I really like New York, but I don't know if I could be able to handle the hustle and bustle, and I like staying in one place, which is why I'm usually home in Chapel Hill."