When Past Becomes Present (an Alex Turner fan fic)

Chapter 11

AN: Please continue rating and commenting. It helps immensely, and I love hearing from you. I really hope y'all are enjoying this story as much as I am. This is the last concert song chapter, so the next ones will begin in the present. They'll be a bit different, but overall they should be the same writing style and hopefully just as good. Thanks for all the reads, rates, and comments so far. x Laurel

Just as a tear was beginning to fall from my eye, Alex's voice brought me back from the depths of my memory. 

"I've titled this one Arabella. It's new and personal, so I hope you like it." The crowd went wild. All I could think was that Arabella was my middle name. He had to be telling me something, but how was it so recent? We had broken up years ago. Nevertheless, I had to listen to this one. I had to listen and try to hear him. 

"Arabella's got some interstellar gator skin boots," My gator skin boots. I was obsessed with them for the longest time. "She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit" yet another thing I had owned. It was crazy looking, but I loved it. I had worn it once when we went to the beach. 

I listened to the chorus as he hummed sweet things; I couldn't believe it. I felt tingly all over, to know for sure that this was a song about me, that Alex really cared. Not only did he care, he still cared. He still remembered me, still thought of me. "Arabella's got a '70's head, but she's a modern lover. It's an exploration; she's made of outer space." I chuckled, thinking of all my ideals of the time. He always told me I belonged in the '70s. I was all about love and no war, music setting our souls free, and he loved it about me. He shared the same passion for music and freedom, but sometimes he needed my calmness to settle the times when he got uptight. I had always loved that, how we balanced each other out. 

"That's magic in a cheetah print coat." That was mine too. "Asking if I can have one of those organic cigarettes that she smokes." I smoked those. Those were my cigarettes. "Wraps her lips 'round a Mexican Coke, makes you wish that you were the bottle." I had loved those glass bottles, the smooth, vintage feeling of them wrapped in my hand. I felt emotions rushing through me, coursing my veins. I was smiling, but I was crying too. I felt impulse race through me, and before I knew it I was running. I was running to the stage without a thought of what I was headed for. 

I got to the edge where to burly security guards looked ready to take me away when I heard Alex's voice in the mic. He was no longer singing but speaking. "Let her up." I looked at him, and he stared back at me. He grasped my hand as the security guards lifted me up on to the stage. The band was still playing the beat, but there was no longer singing. I hadn't thought of what I would do if I was able to make it on the stage to see him, and I was scared as hell. I whispered, "Thank you. Thank you so much." He responded, "They're about you." 

"I know." I touched his face, "I love you." He looked into my eyes as his voice trailed softly back to mine, "I love you too." Within seconds our lips were locked together, my arms around his neck, his hands on my waist. I heard the crowd cheer behind us. What was going on. 

*Alex's POV*

I couldn't believe what had just happened. Only in my wildest dreams would this have happened. I held her tightly as her soft lips touched mine, and the crowd yelled. I couldn't tell whether the audience was excited or angered, but I didn't care. I didn't care if this wasn't the show they had come for, this was what I had come for. This is what I came for every single night, what drove me on in my performances. It was her. It was always her. Suddenly, she pulled away. She looked at me with a face of pure confusion and fear. She was scared, but why? She looked out to the crowd. 

*Lillia's POV* 

What had I done? I saw faces, thousands of them. They all looked shocked, some looked happy. I had embarrassed myself to the highest degree. I searched for Vi's face, and suddenly I found it. She was the most amazed of all. I'm sure she hadn't planned on a reunion when I bought her tickets. I could still feel Alex looking at me, but I couldn't explain to him. I had to get out. I ran down the stage stairs and back to my seat. My cheeks were red as cherries and hot like a plate out of the oven; I was scared out of my wits. 

Vi was just staring at me. "What the hell just happened, Lilila?" I didn't know what to say to her. "I have no idea. I don't know at all what I just did or why I did it." She put her arm around me and rubbed my arm. "Hey, it wasn't so bad. It was just a surprise to everyone." I was glad she was trying to help, but it wasn't working. "It's okay, whatever. Let's just get out of here as soon as possible." She nodded in agreement. 

I heard Alex wrapping the show up as I stared into oblivion contemplating my actions. Then the crowd was moving around, pushing out. They were leaving, but I couldn't move. I was in complete shock. Vi rustled my shoulders, "Hey, Lillia! C'mon, we gotta get out!" I clasped my hand over hers as she led me by the bar towards the exit. 

*Alex's POV*

I had to find her. I couldn't just leave without talking to her. I pushed backstage, ignoring the comments of those around me. "No!" I screamed. "I have to find her, okay? I'm going out there. I have to find her." I ran out into the open area and tried to spot her. There she was. Walking through isles, making her way towards the bar and, inevitably, the exit. I ran. 

*Lillia's POV*

A hand on my shoulder. I turned around. Alex. I stuttered, "S-sorry." His brown eyes stared into mine. "No, don't apologize. I loved it." He looked confident, like he meant exactly what he said. "You might not have known what you were saying; you might not have thought about it, but I did. If you're the same girl I knew, I still love you." I couldn't believe what he was saying. Did he expect me to be the same person? "But Alex, I don't know that I am that person." The gleam in his eyes was still adamant. I could tell he wasn't going to give up. "Let me find out. What's your phone number?" That wasn't unreasonable. I couldn't deny him a simple 7 digit number. I took out a pen and scrawled it out onto his arm. 

"Don't lose it." I smiled at him. 

"I would never." He replied. 

AN: Please continue rating and commenting. It helps immensely, and I love hearing from you. I really hope y'all are enjoying this story as much as I am. This is the last concert song chapter, so the next ones will begin in the present. They'll be a bit different, but overall they should be the same writing style and hopefully just as good. Thanks for all the reads, rates, and comments so far. x Laurel