Well, We're Not Alone Now - Book One - Alex Turner

It'll Be Alright, I Promise

-It'll Be Alright, I Promise-

"Well you cured my January blues

Yeah you made it all alright

I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse

That you were trying not to light"

-4th February 2012-

Do you ever have those mornings where you can't remember anything? It's like nothing exists, you have no memories. There are no endings, beginnings, yesterdays, todays, or tomorrows. All you have is right then, in that moment. In that moment of appsalute purity and bewilderment you are nothing and everything. Well that's how I felt when I woke up. I lay there in complete nothingness, feeling sleep gently slip away to the back of my mind.

I slowly became more aware that I was in fact human, and awake. I also became aware of the hand. On my thigh. My very naked thigh. I snapped open my eyes and saw, well I couldn't really work out what it was. I pulled back my head a bit, my eyes taking in the thing in front of me. I squinted and saw it was just Alex's neck, fine stubble shadowed it and his face. His breathing was slow and deep, far away from me in another world, dreaming. I now realised that I was curled into his body, my bare leg in between his, what felt like, jean clad legs, my arms pulled up between our chests. Talking of chest's, Al's was completely bare, my hands pressed flat up against it. Now I was aware of my body's where abouts, thoughts and memories started to stumble and fall into my consciousness, pictures, emotions and conversations whirled around my head.

I remembered now. After we had kissed, although that seemed to barely cover what we had shared, I met the rest of the band. They were, as I predicted, genuinely some of the most well mannered, funniest and loveliest group of guys I have ever met. I also met Miles and Richard, although Richard had to leave pretty soon afterwards to catch a flight. At first I could tell they all eyed me with a bit of well hidden suspicion, but I didn't take it personally, god know's they had a right to. Who knows how many people had come into their tight knit circle, then turned out to be leeches who sucked all they could out of their achievements. I didn't blame them, to be honest I would be a bit worried if they didn't view me with at least the smallest amount of suspicion.

While I chatted with them all, Alex's arm around me the whole time, Breanna and Katie both appeared to remind Matt and Jamie that they had planned a double date that night. Jamie and Matt had given them the puppy dog eyes, and they had relented, suggesting that we all go out together for something to eat and a drink. So thats what we did, except we ended up drinking a lot more than we ate.

We had made a quick stop at the hotel where they were all staying, which was just a 3 minute walk up the street from L'Olympia, so that the guys could change their clothes and I could drop my stuff off in Alex's room. It ended up that Matt had, had to bang on Alex's door to get us to hurry up, Alex had grabbed me from behind as soon as we had entered his room and we had been completely engrossed in each other until Matt had reminded us that he was "Fookin' starvin'.". Alex had quickly threw on a white shirt and his blue leather jacket, grabbed my hand and we had ran downstairs to meet the rest of them. After we had, had a delicious meal at some cafe/restaurant place down the road, we had made our way to a club that was about 10 minutes drive from L'Olympia. It had been extremely loud and full to the brim with young people, a Friday night in Paris, it was extraordinary. After we got there, we got straight down to the drinking, having a few shots each and then us three girls hit the dance floor. We tried to persuade the guys to join us but they all refused except Miles, they said they were happy to watch and make sure that other men kept their hands off us. We had laughed and turned to go Miles swinging his arm over Breana's shoulders, however Alex had grabbed me from behind, pulling me in for a rough kiss. We had only broke apart when Breana grabbed one of my arms and said there would be plenty of time for that later. After that everything got a little blurry. I remember walking back to Alex, having more to drink and dragging him out to dance. Then after that it was just flashes of memory. Dancing, shots, cigarettes and lights. Kisses, sweat, touches, dark corners that hid us from the light.