sheffield? where's that?

morley pub

I laid in bed as the sun hit the side of my face, making me squint. I had only been here for a little longer than a month. But I already knew two - well, three - people? I feel like I've been so desperate to make friends that it's beginning to be a bit sad and depressing. I missed Paris.

I scrolled through my Instagram, looking at all the pictures as if I was someone else, deciding what to delete and what to keep. I read through the comments on a picture of me and Leon kissing while he's on stage kneeling and I'm standing on my tippy toes, it was a really cool picture. I decided to keep that one.

"@alexturner followed you."
"@alexturner liked 2 of your pictures."

I held my phone closer to see if I wasn't hallucinating. How did he find my @? Well, I guess Avarie isn't the most common name.
He liked a picture of me in a short summer dress sitting on a rooftop ( Leon's rooftop.. ) holding a glass of some sort of cider and one of Benji and Lucifer cuddling. The pictures were pretty far back in my feed ( even though I only had about 30 photos ) and past the ones of me and Leon, meaning he must've seen those now.

He probably had a girlfriend himself, being in a band and being mysterious and all.

"you followed @alexturner"

I scrolled through his feed, which didn't take very long. He had 2 pictures. One of some guitar shop that seemed very vintage, and one slightly blurry photo of three guys sitting on the side walk holding cans. Maybe that was his band?

"you liked two of @alexturner 's photos."

I threw my phone on to my pillow and went to open up the window, letting fresh air in. I still didn't know what I would be wearing to his concert. I wondered if he played guitar, or the drums, or what his band actually played.

I spent the hours leading up to the concert filling my time with ridiculous chores just to try and squash the unwanted butterflies in my stomach. I spent about two hours picking the perfect outfit, going from too edgy to too relaxed, having no idea what to expect. It was at a pub so I wanted something more lowkey but not like I just rolled out of bed. I needed that "I just happened to throw this on and I look THIS good." magic that Alex and Matt had.

I managed to pull together {above}, gravitating towards a skirt and denim jacket. Perfect balance between too warm and too cold.

Concert started at 7:30, so I should be there like... 7:35? Casually late?

I closed the front door behind me as I stepped out in to the slightly chilly but fresh air, the butterflies in my stomach getting more intense. As I left the driveway, I got the directions to Morley Pub from google. It was only a 10 minute walk so I took my sweet time.

Incoming Call from : Leon 🧐💚..

I picked up the phone and shoved my free hand in to my denim jacket, the wind was picking up a bit.

"Mon Amour" His voice felt like syrup, filling up my brain with the happiness hormone.

"Hey baby I've missed you." A smile crept on my face and my pace picked up.

The Pub appeared in my eye line after the expected 10 minutes and I could see a small line down the side of the street. I guess they're pretty popular here. As I got closer I realized most of the people were my age or a few years older. The excited loud Sheffield chatter filled the air as I made my way to the end of the queue, still on the phone to Leon.

I leant against the Pub facade, a few eyes following my each move, probably wondering if I was the new girl that "is banging Alex Turner". I squirmed at the thought of people saying shit like that.