Alex Turner - Songs Imagines

Something

*Listen to: "You Do Something To Me" - Paul Weller*

It's a beautiful, sunny Californian morning and you are both enjoying your coffee on the terrace. The downtown L.A. skyline is trying to make a point, not too far away, and the light breeze is a pure delight.

Alex is lighting up a cigarette while you grab your cup, lean back and hold your head with your hand. You look at him with a smile. You two got up not too long ago and his hair is still all messy; he looks adorable. "What?" he asks, returning the smile, and takes a puff from his cigarette.
"Nothing, babe. Listen...I need to aks you something." you say.
"Shoot", he blows a cloud of smoke, inviting you to continue.

"Why me?" you ask.
"What d'you mean, love?", he looks confused.
"You could have anybody you wanted. Super hot girls were just dying to get to you at that party, when we first met. So...why you took ME home that night, and why are you dating ME?" you ask. "Not that I'm complaining!," you add quickly, with a smirk.
"Y/n...you're beautiful baby. You just don't see it, I told you already. And that's..." he takes some time to think. "I like that. You're beautiful and you don't know, it drives me crazy", he says and takes another puff.

"Yeah but...I mean...honestly now, you dated models! I'm no model, my legs are short, I ain't hot... I'm not in the show biz...I'm not part of your world. I'm just regular, average. Boring. I'm not your type, Alex. So why me, really? I'm still in disbelief I guess..."

He squishes the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "You're not boring! You're funny...and smart. Maybe I'm just tired of that 'type'." he says with a dismissing hand gesture.
"You're not average; You're down to earth and genuine...and I saw that right away, that evening. It was...conforting, refreshing, in that mess. And you ARE hot, baby, but I'll have a hard time convincing you of that, won't I?" he chuckles. "And...there's summat in your eyes...that I can't...the way you look at me, it does something to me." he says quietly, staring at you in the eyes.
Your heart must have melted all over your chest.

"This makes me think of a song...I'll be right back". He disappears inside for a few instants, in the meantime you try to calm your racing heart.
He comes back with a guitar and starts strumming some chords. "Maybe this will express a little better what I meant to say" he says sotfly.
And then he starts singing, with his velvety voice:

You do something to me
Something deep inside...

"I love this song!" you exclaim.
"For you baby" he croons in between the lyrics, with a beautiful smile.

...You do something to me
Somewhere deep inside
I'm hoping to get close to
A peace I cannot find

Dancing through the fire, yeah
Just to catch a flame
Just to get close to
Just close enough
To tell you that

You do something to me
Something deep inside.

You feel your eyes getting teary. You get up and grab the guitar, while he's still playing the last chords, and set it on the side. You climb on his lap, throw your arms around his neck and kiss him. "That was beautiful." you comment with a broken voice. He kisses you back and hugs you tight.

"I'm just smitten, darling, what can I say. Are you gonna question this again?" he asks.
"Maybe...but I'm satisfied for now." "Oh, are you now?" he asks malicious. "Well..I am, on this matter, but..." your hand disappears in his messy hair.
"Shall we go back to bed?" he proposes.
"Yes. Yes, we should."

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