Save the Date

Trouble in Paradise

"What?!!" Alex said rudely opening the door and facing Miles. It wasn't clear if he already knew it was Miles at door or if he was just way too upset to be polite to anyone.

A whole week had passed without any contact with Alex. Although it was hard to admit, Miles was dying inside. It wasn't Alan's fault this time so it was up to him to show up at Alex's house and apologise for the mess he made. At least Alan forgave him quickly after a couple of days of endearment from Miles.

"Can I come in Al?" Miles asked looking at Alex through the gap on top of his sunglasses. The craving and the longing for Alex were immeasurable by now, so much he couldn't help but to smile, after all Alex was right there. However, that smugness on Miles' face was only making Alex angrier. He looked behind him. "I don't know, are ya really talkin' to me?"

Miles just stepped inside the house making his way by pushing Alex slightly to the side. Alex frowned and pouted, still he wasn't really objecting to Miles coming in. Maybe the longing and the craving worked both ways. But soon Miles thoughts collapsed when Alex slammed the door behind him making the whole house shake. Miles flinched but didn't turn. He walked into an empty living room. "Where's Heather?" He asked.

"Somewhere in Europe...don't know...don't care..." He shrugged. "What do ya want?" Alex leaned against the door frame nonchalantly, arms crossed on his chest waiting for Miles to justify his unwanted presence in his house.

"To apologise." Maybe trying to touch Alex was a mistake, yet he reached for Alex's hand, grabbing it softly. Alex was quick to drew back, although he did lift an eyebrow in surprise. He scoffed passed the shock. "You call him 'Al'." He shook his head. "I was so naive thinkin' ya'd never forget me." His grip on his arm got tighter as he slowly curved into a standing semi ball.

Miles felt the urge to hug Alex's pout away, but cautiously he stayed back. "I don't...I mean...I don't call him 'Al'..." He shook his head as he walked to the centre of the room, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on the coffee table. "It was a one time thing."

Alex laughed scornfully but looked more cheered up. "To 'urt me ya mean?" Having Miles calling Alan 'Al' spontaneously was way more painful than Miles deliberately doing it to get to him. That meant that he cared. He chuckled to himself and sat on the couch lighting up a cigarette, unhurriedly. He played with the smoke making it look like a spiral in the air. Miles just looked at him attentively, borderline staring as he bit his own lower lip. Sometimes the whole idea of what comprised Alex Turner was a hell of a mystery to him, some other times he looked as transparent as clean water. The reasons behind Alex calmness and his smiley face though, were beyond Miles' grasp.

"Yeah..To 'urt ye..." He confessed. "Can ye blame me?" He said walking with long steps to sit next to Alex, making the distance between them so minimum to actively make his head spin. "Ye were erasing me..." He whispered torturously. "...with all that bullshit with the stars Al. Fuck!" He muttered and faced down, his hands through his hair. He couldn't fathom why would he be that upset when he was married to someone else. He couldn't understand even who he was really jealous of, certainly not of poor Heather, or any other girlfriend Alex ever had.

"That was already a retaliation for the 'Can't Take My Eyes off You' thingy..." He said flicking his cigarette on the ash tray and taking another long drag of it.

"No, no!" He snapped." It could've been retaliation if, and only if, that story 'adn't 'appened before the singing at me dinner table. But it did happened before...Innit?" He sighed unable to look at Alex, still painfully heartbroken, as for the question it was rhetorical. He shouldn't feel this way, but still he couldn't help it. When it came to Alex he had his hands tied, his eyes blinded and his brain dumbed down.