No Buses - Alex Turner Fanfic

I Suppose, A Note

*Alex POV*

I woke up to a gust of wind rattling the flat's rickety windows. I looked over to the source of the sound. It seemed to be that eerie period of time between night and day. I yawned, stretching a bit. As I looked around the room, I had a moment of not remembering exactly where I was. That was, before my attention was drawn to the hand on my chest.

I turned my head to see her, sleeping. Effy.

Of course, I knew where I was.

I watched her momentarily as she lay there in the calmest state, breathing softly. She was unreal. I felt a bit silly not being able to come up with a more intricate adjective. But, she was. I wouldn't ever compare her to anything else. I'd never told her how unbelievably beautiful I thought she was. The first time I walked into the bookshop, I played it off, cool, but it took everything to even get out the words to talk to her. I couldn't even ask her out on a proper date. Instead, I unintentionally invited her to a bar brawl.

I looked back out of the window, and saw more sunlight than stars peeking through her curtains. Slowly, I lifted her hand off my chest and sat up. I still had all my clothes on. It took a while to find my shoes. One ended up on the kitchen counter, and the other under her couch. The end of last night was still hazy. I looked around the flat a bit more until I found a notepad and pen. Sitting on the couch, I wrote out a short little note to her. When I finished, I went back into her bedroom and left the piece of paper on her bedside table. I moved the covers up around her a bit more and she immediately pulled them close under her chin. I smiled at the sight of her curled up there. Before finally leaving, I leaned down, gently kissing her forehead.

As I closed the flat door, I realized I was in deep.

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*Effy POV*

I turned over in bed, yawning. Sun beams shined over my eyelids. I covered my face with a pillow. I was ever so comfortable at that moment. And it was rather sad when my alarm went off. The beeping noise blared into my, once peaceful, bedroom. As I hit the snooze button, and my hand slid off the clock, I felt an unfamiliar piece of paper on the table. While that barely woke me up more out of curiosity, I suddenly remembered a certain someone, who, if correct, I insisted on staying with me the previous night. I sat up quickly, brushing the hair out of my face and blinking drowsily at my bed. There was no Alex to be found. I quickly got out of bed and walked into the living room, with some hope that he'd be there on the sofa, or leaning against the counter in the kitchen. I know it was a bit crazy to already feel disappointment coming on, but I had to admit there was a slight sadness.
I spotted Barry in the window sill, and shuffled over to him, giving him a scratch behind the ears.

"Did you perhaps see a boy leave, Barry?"

He purred and continued to rest in the sunlight. I frowned looking around my mess of an apartment. Then, I saw something funny. A notepad on my coffee table.

That paper.

I quickly went back to my room, seeing the peculiar paper just there. I crawled across my bed, and picked it up.

'Effy,' it read..

'I hope you will forgive me for having to leave you so soon. There was more work to be done at the studio today.

It was so lovely spending time with you last night. Although, I'm afraid I don't recall exactly what happened beyond the hour the clock ticked midnight.
When I awoke this morning, I couldn't tell if it was twilight or dawn. I've found that I can't describe how you make me feel. I wish I knew the right words.

Alex

P.S. I left a kiss just above your brow.

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a-n
Short right? Do not fear, another update is coming soon.. xx