AND A THIRD MAKES IT EVEN (An Alex Turner Fanfiction)

Chapter 19 - Ain't I Fallen In Love

A/N Hello there, my darling readers! So here’s another one for you! Things are brewing now and I’m very excited for what is to come, and can’t wait to write more and share it with you! But in the meantime, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter and don’t forget to let me know how you like it!

So like always, read, review, vote, and comment! You know I love hearing from you! And that’s altogether too many exclamations…

Oh I wouldn’t say which song the title is from, I know y’all can figure it out. BUT! Brownie points if you can find the other reference to the same song in this chapter ;)

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XOXO

In the end Miles had chosen to stay in London till the next day, deciding to fly directly to Milan where the band was performing next. That left Alex having to do another interview by himself. After the turn the last one had taken, Alex hadn’t been in the mood to field more intrusive questions alone, but knew he couldn’t just seemingly cancel on a whim either. So he’d sat through it, distracted and fidgety, his speech more halting than usual, trying to articulate through his jumbled up thoughts. But despite his obvious anxiety it had gone well enough. There had been questions about his and Taylor’s relationship status and he had again confirmed that they were indeed no longer seeing each other but were still friends. It was cliché but true. There hadn’t been any high drama with Taylor, they had just drifted and realised one day that for all intents and purposes they were no longer in a relationship. They’d talked about it and had both been sympathetic to the other when they’d made the call to split.

Afterwards, when he was done with the interview he’d lingered around at the festival grounds with some of the other bands performing that day. It was a nice sunny day and he felt a little more relaxed after a couple of rounds of beer. He’d had a brief call with Miles just before he’d boarded in London, and they’d decided to meet over drinks at the old brewery Birrificio Lambrate that they’d discovered on another tour a couple of years ago when Miles had supported the Arctic Monkeys. That they had some really pressing matters to discuss had gone unspoken but they both knew it.

Despite the weighty conversation awaiting him, by the time Alex left from the fest he was feeling less anxious; the alcohol helped but more than that it was the thought of seeing Miles, of being able to let off some of the stress he’d been carrying around since Ian called, and of finally acknowledging his feelings for Zia. That, more than anything else, left him feeling both scared and liberated.

He still had some time to kill before he needed to be at the brewery and on a whim he decided to swing by Quadrilatero d’Oro, Milan’s golden shopping rectangle. The last time he’d been to such a high end shopping street was with Taylor. Despite having come so far in his music career and being able to afford many of the luxuries he’d never even thought could exist, he still felt a little weirded when shopping at big labels. Miles however, would have been right at home, he thought with a sudden grin as he checked out a pair of slim high waisted trousers. It was a deep charcoal gray and he liked the sleek line of the cut. Of late he’d been more conscious about the things he wore and was experimenting more with his personal sense of style. It was probably the collective influence of having dated so many women from the fashion or television industry, but he knew it also had a lot to do with Miles who was mega into fashion and had really eclectic taste.

He tried on the pants which fit like a dream and went to pay for it. The man at the counter seemed to recognize him, and very enthusiastically shook his hand before asking for a selfie. That drew some attention from a few of the other clientele smattered across the store, and he beat it out of there after smiling at the cashier before he could be accosted by anyone else. He briskly walked onto the next street, stopping by another store to pick up a bottle of cologne for himself, and then as an afterthought picked one up for Miles as well. He’d run out of his and had been using Miles’. Not to mention that it never hurt to have some extra lying around.