Alex Turner One Shots

Train

Here you'll find some Alex Turner oneshots from time to time :)

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She sat in the train, on a shabby seat in an even more shabby train compartment. She was alone for the whole trainride but actually pretty glad about that. She had people around her for the past five months. A huge bag with all her useless stuff inside and her old leather backpack where next to her on the seat.

The train moved fast through the night, passing light cities and dark woods. It drove so fast that it looked like outside the world would either stand still or explode at any second, there was no in between.

Even though the only 'food' she had throughout the whole day were some Oreo cookies that he had put in her luggage on the morning that she had left for working at that other city, she wasn't hungry.

The battery of her phone had died a few hours ago but she did not care, no one would want anything from her anyways and she was sure, no one would call her, even though it was her birthday, just another senseless day, another day she wished she was dead already.

The other job had been good in some way, but it hadn't been enough to get the darkness out of her head, only one thing would manage that, one person. One person that she had treated bad because she had been scared and hurt. She hated herself for treating him like that, he did not deserve it, but on the other hand he knew how complicated she was, and who she was. She was sure that she would probably never see him again and during the past five months she tried to live with this, tried to accept it, but of course, how could she?!

All she wanted was to get to her flat, lock all doors and windows and just sleep. Maybe after some good hours of sleep she would be ready to sort things out, but not at that moment, she was just done with everything.

She had her feet in the heavy men's boots on the seat across her and was listenng to some music while the world outside flew by her window. She was freezing and needed a cigarette. It were those days that slowely killed her, it was dark, cold and she felt hopeless, like she got swallowed by a huge dark hole that would chew on her and spit her out, bleeding hurt and half dead, but not dead enough.

An hour later the train slowely rolled into London Victoria Station from where she could walk to her appartment.

She took all her bagage and also took on her leatherjaket, after all she wasn't looking too bad, she thought when standing in front of the train's door, waiting for the train to stop and the door to get opened.

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She walked the  nearly empty streets to her appartment, by then it was already half past three in th emorning because the train had some delays and problems on the way. She wasn't even sad about the fact that no one had waited for her at the station, she was used that people tend to forget about her, it was sad, but the truth.

She got into her small street a little aside from the hectic streetlife and she sighed when she saw someone sitting on the steps towards her door, another homeless person, great, she thought, that was really the last thing she needed now.

She got near, still packed with all her stuff and kept a small distance to the person sitting on the steps and obviously not noticing her.

But as closer she got, he did not seemed like a homless guy. She cleard her throat and finally the person looked up and she thought her heart would stop beating forever.
 Her eyes widened and for a moment she thought she would be dreaming or going insane.

He took off the hood of his jaket and smiled at her, nearly shy and looked down at what he was holding in his ice cold hands, a small but lovely and thoughtfully chosen bouquet of flowers.

Alex looked back at her, his quiff hanging messy into his face, that she could only see because of the lantern next to them.

He cleard his throat, then took a step foreward, she could see how cold he was and that he was freezing and his cheeks and nose were red from the cold wind and snow.

"Happy Birthday, Amber" he said quietly, his voice sounding rough and if he had already cought a cold. Alex slowely handed her the small bouquet and looked at her.

Some hot tears were gathering in her eyes and about to roll over her cold cheeks. She took the flowers, their hands touching softly for a moment.

She did not even wanted to guess how long he had been there waiting for her that he ended up being so cold and shivering.

She swallowed her tears and whispered a shaky 'thank you'

Both were not quite sure what to do say, or how to react, so they stood there in the cold and heavier snowing night, looking at each other before Alex took another step foreward and carefully took her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

"Alex...I...I'm sorry...I was-" she started but he already shoke his head, some snowflakes falling off his gelled hair.

"It's ok. I know, and I understand." he answered softly  "I thought I would never see you..." she said quietly
 "How could I forget the birthday of the woman I love?"

There he said it, her eyes widened and she couldn't hold back some of her tears, rolling warm over her cold cheeks, leaving a salty trail.

Alex did not even give her the time to answer and softly kissed her on her lips that were warmer than his, he had really waited on those stairs for hours, but he knew, if he wouldn't do that now, he would probably never see her again.

She was answering the kiss, soft, slow and loving. Their lips were molding into each other, tasting the other and enjoing every second of this embrace.

When they pulled slowely away from the other, Alex smiled and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, before hugging her gently to his cold body.

"I love you" he whispered into her hear and felt how she was sobbing quietly, she was too tired and overwhealmed to keep her feelings back.

She couldn't even answer, and Alex took it as the equevalent to an 'I love you too' which it was indeed.

Alex let the hug go on for a little longer and then softly took her by the shoudlers and looked at her, giving her a warm smile, that was able to melt away all the snow around them.

"Would you...please come up with me? You're too cold Al...and...my appartment looks so empty without you" she said and finally gave him a smile.

Alex answered her smiled and noded "Thought you'd never ask" he joked and made a wider smile appear on her face because of his Sheffield accent.

He bowed down to take her luggage and the guitarcase and followed her up, finally he had done the exact right thing and it felt like the past months of separation had never happened ~