Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[thirty two]

Alex's POV

"You're not a good listener," I said, my hands twisted in Indi's wild hair, holding it back from her face. "This should take me up to negative two now."

"Alex...leave," she said, trying to catch her breath. But then she leaned forward and retched into the toilet again.

Believe it or not, this was the first time I'd ever held a girl's hair back while she threw up. Sure, I'd gotten plenty drunk with plenty girls, but I never stuck around long enough to see this part of it.

And it was quite disgusting.

But it was my fault that she was like this. I shouldn't have challenged her knowing that there was no way in fucking hell she'd ever beat me.

We'd been in the bathroom for the last fifteen minutes while she puked her guts out. Rose and Matt were probably off shagging, and the rest of the lot were swimming downstairs.

"You... really... don't have to do this...." she said into the toilet.

I was about to tell her that I really did have to do this, but she pushed me back before I could. She flushed the toilet and tried to stand about three times, but she dizzily leaned to the side.

"You're going to fall," I told her.

Before she could even argue that fact she was on the ground.

"I'm never drinking again," she groaned, rolling onto her back and squinting up at the ceiling.

"That might be a good idea."

We were both silent for a moment. She closed her eyes, her skin looking extremely pale in the fluorescent light. There was absolutely no color in her cheeks. Her brown waves were sprawled out around her, knotted and messy. She looked dead, really.

She opened her eyes just a fraction to look at me.

"Right," I said, breaking the silence. "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

I turned to leave but she stopped me.

"You should stay."

I was sure I'd heard her wrong. So sure, actually, that I laughed and kept walking.

"Okay, douche," she called after me.

I turned around. "Wait. You were being serious?"

"Uh, no."

"Yes you were."

She flipped me off with both of her hands. I made my way back into the bathroom and laid on the floor next to her so that our heads were next to one another but our legs were facing opposite ways.

"Get out," she said, throwing an arm over her eyes.

"I would if I thought you wanted me to."

"I'm half drunk and my breath smells like ass," she said. "It's in your best interest."

"Maybe, maybe not."

Indi scooted a few inches away from me to make her point. We laid in silence for a few moments.

"Alright, Brad," she said finally. "If you're not leaving then you're gonna to sing to me."

"I'm gonna what?"

"I've known the lead singer of Arctic Monkeys for a total of 3 days and haven't heard him sing once."

"And you assume just because I'm a musician that I'm constantly playing music?" I countered. "I've known a self-proclaimed future photojournalist for a total of three days and haven't seen her take a single picture."