Summat (Alex Turner fanfic)

Royalty

 

We arrived at the posh neighborhood in town. Here were the villas and the fancy hotels. We stood in front of the so called ‘Royalty’. My eyes widened, I never came to this part of town before. I don’t belong here.

They said to me in the cab that ‘it was a chic hotel’. This was not chic, you could invite the Queen here and eat biscuits out of a diamond plate! It was so chic that even your staff would be wearing a costume fully made out of diamonds.

My thought of a chic hotel was something with an elevator and not hearing the couple next to you make out at 2am in the morning.

There was a big fountain in front of the hotel. You had two piccolo’s standing in front of the door, opening it as we walked in. When I entered the lobby, I couldn’t move. What the fuck is this? Alex was probably laughing with my little motel room…

You had a gigantic luster hanging a couple of meters above us. At the left side of the lobby you had access to the restaurant and the bar. In front of us was the check-in desk. Matt went to get the key. We went to the right, to the elevators. Standing in the queue. It was really crowded. All the women were wearing these really chic dresses and a lot of jewels. Next to me two little kids who where playing, ran past me. The little girl was wearing a little golden crown. Like actual gold! I could pay my motel costs from that for a year!

The little guy was wearing a tuxedo! My god, do they even make that for kids?

I felt really awkward, just standing there in my jeans, creepers, messy hair and a simple top. I don’t belong here.

Suddenly a brunette passed us, she was probably my age. She had gorgeous blue eyes and perfect put on make-up. Her hair in a complicated dot. I looked her in the face, and she looked at me with a look of contempt. I had to admit: She was gorgeous; size small, high cheekbones. And the things she was wearing! A short green dress, were her bosom and 2 meter legs came out nicely.

I looked down at my creepers, awkwardly rubbing them against each other.

Alex noticed my moodswing, he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me near him. He came closer and whispered in my ear:” Ignore them, you look far more beautiful than miss Cheekbones there.”

“Please, don’t lie”, I said looking him in his brown eyes. For the fourth time this day he was only centimeters away from me.

He was staring at my mouth and said slowly:” You don’t need a dress like that to look hot. You already are”, followed by a mumbled,” believe me.”

He gave a little tweak in my shoulder before stepping back.

 

Matt joined us, key in his hand. Smiling broadly, as always.

“Besides, if anyone should be shaming himself it would be Matt ‘ere. I mean come on pal, wearing joggings in the Royalty. Shame on you!” Alex said, heavy Sheffield accent.

A little smile came on my face, when I saw that Matt was indeed wearing joggings. It made me feel a little bit better.