You wake up pretty early, and Alex is still fast asleep. You decide to head out to get some milk as there was none. You change into some clothes, not particularly flattering clothes but clothes all the same. You head out the house, and get greeted by multiple people with cameras and microphones.
"Hey, you,are you Alex Turners girlfriend?" one asks.
"Are Arctic Monkeys taking a break?" another yells.
"What are those clothes?" you hear another snigger. You rush through them and run out of their sight. That was crazy and horrible. You truly hated that. You finally approach the super market and go in and quickly grab a milk carton and pay for it. You rush out the shop, taking the long way round so you didn't bump into any of the nosy paparazzi.
You get back home and collapse on the couch, still a little shook up.
"Darcy?" you hear Alex's morning voice call through the thin wall.
"Yeah, it's just me" you call back. You bite your nails, thinking of the paparazzi situation. Alex walks out in his boxers and messy bed hair. You glance up at him.
"You're up early" he says, sitting next to you on the sofa. You proceed to bite your nails.
"You alright?" he asks.
"I bumped into some paparazzi" you say.
"Paparazzi" Alex repeated. He looks at you "Well what did they say?"
"About you" you say "Al, I don't want to be famous"
He laughs. "You're not gonna be"
"I am. I'll be known as Alex Turner's girlfriend" you say. "Nobody will appreciate me for anything else except that. Plus everyone will hate me, and make fun of me cos lets face it Alex, you're way out my league" you ramble.
"Me?! Outta your league? Y'must be joking," he grins, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling your head into his face so he could attack it with kisses.
"I wouldn't worry about it, they'll get bored a'me soon" he says, standing up to make some breakfast. "In like five years time it'll be 'who the fuck are arctic monkeys?' trust me" he says, opening a packet of bread and popping a piece into the toaster.
"I doubt it, Al" you say. You sigh and try and clear your mind of the paparazzi situation. There was only a couple people, but it'd been horrible and crowded. What would happen when Alex got more and more famous? What if they followed you and didn't leave you alone? Could you live something like that? You'd have to wait and see.
