Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[seventy nine]

Indi's POV

I woke with start sometime later that night, my heart pounding from a dream that I'd already forgotten.  But the moment I felt Alex's warmth, I immediately calmed down.

But fuck, I was thirsty. 

I sat up slightly.  My alarm clock glowed 3:15, and Alex was still passed out with an arm strewn over me.  

I laughed a little at the complete mess that was his hair before carefully moving around him and getting up.  I tiptoed through my room even though I knew he slept so heavy that it would take an avalanche to wake him up.

I made my way groggily down the hall, sleep still tugging at my eyelids.  I had almost made it to the kitchen when I heard my phone go off.

I grabbed it off the counter where I'd left it after getting back from Jude's.  

"Hello?" I answered, still kind of half asleep.

The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment.  "Ello.  Who is this?"

"Um, Indi," I grumbled, my voice hoarse.  "Who's this?"

"Tom," the man replied.

It took me a moment to process the name.  Tom?  As in Alex's manager?  Why the fuck was he calling me at 3 in the morning?  

But then my eyes scanned across the counter, spotting my phone laying there.  I pulled the phone that was next to my ear back, realizing that I hadn't answered my phone at all-- I'd answered Alex's.

"Alex is asleep," I told Tom, laughing a little to myself.  "You'll have to call back tomorrow."

I was about to hang up when his voice stopped me.

"Wait, love," he said.  "Can you... uh... give him a message for me?"

I yawned.  "Sure."

"Tell him that Miles called, and we've got them all reserved in LA for the next few months to work on the new album."

"The new album?"  

Huh.  Alex hadn't said anything about a new album.

"And he's booked up with gigs until January.  Can you also tell him that Sophie has been trying to get a hold of him all week.  She left her wallet in his car and she really needs it back." 

I froze, every cell in my body heating up at once.  

What I asked:  "Who's Sophie?"

What I didn't ask: Why the fuck was she in his car?

Tom laughed.  "Don't worry about it.  So, who exactly are you again?"

"Indi."

"Of course," he said after a pause.  "The groupie girl from Colorado."

"I'm not a groupie."  

This guy was really starting to piss me off.

"Right, right," he said casually.  "But you did follow Alex around in Denver, no?  It's weird how all the groupies just happen to run into him."

"But I actually did run into him," I said, growing frustrated beyond belief.  "I never followed him."

He laughed and I wished desperately that I could punch him in the fucking throat.

"That's not what he told me," he said.

Lying bastard.

"Alright, douche bag," I spat into the phone.  "I'll tell Alex you called."