Alex Turner - Songs Imagines

Horizon

*Listen to "Arabella"- Arctic Monkeys*

"We should fill up." Alex says as he takes the upcoming exit.
"I didn't think we were going very far." You're surprised, you assumed you'd stay local.
"I want to take you to a cool place. It isn't that far but it's a little bit of a drive."
"Nice! Where is it?"
"In O.C."

You haven't had a chance to enjoy a nice relaxing day together in weeks; Alex is been crazy busy in the studio with the guys and you had a lot of work as well, recently, so you both took a day off and decided to spend it at the beach.

"I'll be right back!" you exclaim once the car stops at the fuel station and you get out.
"Ok!" Alex is filling up. He looks at you with a smile as you rush towards a little Mexican deli, in your 70s dress and your gator skin boots. The strap of your bathing suit dangles in a knot, in the back of your neck. It's silver.

You come back with a bag filled with tinkling bottles.
"What did you get?" he asks.
"Burritos. And Coke! Mexican Coke is much better. Fact."
"I heard somebody stating that, once, but I don't think they were talking about drinks" he smirks.
You raise a sarcastic brow. "What kind of people have you been hanging out with?"
"All kinds, babe." He turns around and chuckles seeing the expression on your face. "You don't wanna know."
"I kinda do, but at the same time I don't..."
He laughs.

L.A. is finally behind you and the scenery gets gradually prettier.
The Pacific finally salutes you with its sparkling blue immensity and runs along you on your right.

You agree on getting off the freeway and take the Pacific Highway instead; it'll take longer, but it will be a nicer ride.
You drive through the Orange County beach towns, with your windows down, blasting music and singing along at the top of your lungs. Some people hilariously join your singing duo when you're stopped at the lights and the song is popular enough.

He's so relaxed and happy, and he looks gorgeous with his hair fluttering in the breeze, the shiny sunglasses and that thin and snug white t-shirt that's just asking to be removed. You're glancing at him in admiration.
"What?" he asks.
"You look so handsome today." You move a strand of hair off his face.
He takes your hand and kisses it."It must be the reflection of your beauty, love."
"Pfft. Impossible. Your own light outshines everything and everybody. You don't need anyone else's reflection, babe."
He steals a kiss from you when you stop at another light.

"Ok it should be here, just a little further" he says, once you drive by the main beach in Laguna Beach.
"We've been here before."
"Yeah, we did, but not in that particular place."
"Ok. I'm intrigued."
He parks the car on the main road and takes you through residential street and down some stairs that end on a quiet beach.

You walk for a little bit until you see a tower standing at the base of a cliff, kind of nestled on the side of it*.
"Wha...?"
"That's it. That's the place."
You stop at a little cove by the strange landmark.
It's a pretty little spot.
"Do you like it?" he asks.
"It's beautiful! What is that supposed to be?" You're looking at the weird skinny tower.
"I think there's a staircase inside. It was probably the access to the beach for the big mansion up there."

The place is almost desert. It feels special, and unique, you see why he wanted to come here. You spread the beach towels down while Alex is taking some pictures of the cool scenery.
You remove your dress and adjust your swimsuit.
Alex takes a break from his phone and watches you removing your clothes.

Your bikini hugs and underlines your curves perfectly, and it shines in the sun. "Come here, Barbarella", he calls.
You giggle, getting the reference.
He stares at you walking in the sand towards him. He can't take his eyes off you. "You look astonishing" he says, and as you get close, his hands grip your waist and kisses your lips softly.