My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 4

  I nodded when I heard his words, as he started to laugh deeply. His laugh was so powerful and adorable, like my favourite song, but who I am to think about that?I am just a simple pale-skinned girl, brown curly haired who has recently met a mysterious guy wich I owe my entire life to.I couldn't decide whether to say something funny too, or just shut up and sit on the corner of the couch; I've decided that I should really put on a pair of trousers, so I excused myself walking in my room. I put on a pair of grey trousers, oversized for my tiny body, deciding that I should also go to the bathroom and check myself up.

"Why are you here?" I asked myself putting some mascara on, even though I couldn't be happier to see him again, in my own house. I started to realise that I've really fallen in love with him, but I know him for how much, two days?

As I walked in the living room, I saw him laid on the black-leather couch. His jacket was matching it. I giggled as soon as I saw him, putting my hand on my mouth so he can't see, barely trying not to burst into a laugh of emotions, I guess.

"What is it, darlin?" he asked me smiling, sitting up.  

I shook my head, hoping that my emotions will eventually quit my heated-up body, wich it was like this from the moment I saw him standing in front of my door, all dressed as usual, with a leather jacket and some denim jeans that matched his white t-shirt.

"Erm.. would you like something to drink?" I asked thinking that I should have a bottle of bourbon somewhere in the kitchen.

He curved a smile and came close to me, being at 10 inches from my face. " 'Fraid I really need a drink, darling", he said quietly, his voice resonating with a strange undertone that I couldn't identify.. was it love?

I shook my head in despair knowing that's not the undertone that I hoped of. I quickly went into the kitchen to search for that bottle, when I saw something better; a bottle of Roze, but I also grabbed the bottle of Smirnoff which I opened with my sister. I opened the bar to get two glasses, but I slipped on the wooden floor and broke it. "Shit!" I yelled. As soon as I said that word, he came to help me.

"You should be more careful, love," he told me taking the bottles, smiling excitedly.

I curved my lips into a fake smile, trying not to show off again my terrible emotions. I wasn't like that, ever, I was a spontaneous and full of energy girl, who never felt an emotion, just when I had my exams. He was clearly making fun of me, I couldn't think of something else but that. His mysterious appearance made me think of shitty things that he will like to do to me, but I guess he's not like that. The way he called me, the way we smiled to me,

He found the way back to the living room when I remembered that I haven't cleaned the broken glass.

"Leave that glass, we'll deal with 'it later."

He sat on the couch, pouring himself a glass of vodka, as well to me too. I wasn't quite sure of what to say, I couldn't think of anything witty because of my emotions. I could feel thousands of butterflies flying in my stomach like Retards, maybe just to annoy me. After a few minutes of being quiet, I broke the deep silence, while we stared at each other, taking sips from our vodka glasses.

"So... erm ... what do you do for .. living? I asked, with a blunt undertone. He sat quietly for a few seconds, then I lifted my face, and see that he was following it. His gaze had wandered off somewhere between my eyes, to my lips. "Oh, I think that was-"

"Er... I play in a band" he answered " but we are not something fancy " continued. "What about you, beautiful?"

" Well, I'm studying right now journalism and design although I enjoy playing the guitar, as much as I know how to."

He chuckled. He listened to my words, followed by a sly smirk shifting his gaze behind me. At one point, his lips turned up in a half-smile, after he turned serious.

I finally got rid of my butterflies and emotions and started to chat with him like I knew him for a lifetime. I completely forgot about my feelings for him maybe because I had a lot of drinks. I sipped on my last vodka for 10 minutes.

"You are so beautiful, Arabella." his words were like shock waves. I was stunned but flattered too.

"Thanks", I said blushing. "You are not bad as well", I continued chuckling.

He raised his hand til my cheek and fondled it. I sensed every nerve of my body relaxing, and heating up my body again. My face turned pink when he touched it, and he barely put one fingertip.

"Umh, let's go to the balcony to get some fresh air," I told him getting up, and I could barely stand on my feet. I was so tipsy that he put his arms on my waist, helping me through the living room till the balcony.

The sky outside was a clouded, melancholic grey, trees glistened with dripping frozen leaves. It rained, I realised, and it was cold as hell. I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket, offering to Al also.

"Thank you," he told me smiling.

He pulled out a lighter, helping me also. He stood behind me, leaning over the railing with his arms over my shoulders, hugging me. He rested his face on my neck, feeling his rough growth scrub itch my neck. I looked down at my feet in embarrassment, blushing and heating again, even tough it was freezing cold. He softly kissed my cheek, hugging me tightly. We stood there in silence, slowly smoking our cigarettes.

After I finished it, I turned to his face. His bright black eyes made me shiver every time I saw them.

"Baby, you are so dark", he whispered tracing a line from my collar bone to my cheek.

His words flashed through my mind. He was inches from me. I gulped, putting on a cheeky smile. He leant closer to me, till I could feel his hot breath stinging my neck, sending a shocking winkle down my spine. He lifted a hand to my face brushing back a curl of my hair.

His lips brushed against mine lightly, and then when time had reached a standstill, it sped up. We were kissing tongues entwined, pressing his hand on my waist. He softly backed up his head after a few seconds, still holding me, his forehead against mine.

"Woah", he moaned. "I've been waiting for that since I got here."

As soon as I realised that the alcohol made me kiss him, I walked into the living room. He stood there disillusioned, confused. "Aren't you going to come in?" I burst. " I'm taking a shower, could you wait?"

He nodded, maybe in despair, turning sad, yet taking a seat on the couch. I thought he would leave by the time I got out of the shower, but he didn't. Kyle still has not returned, and it was way past 2 am.

I was done quick, and returning to the living room I saw him falling asleep. His messy hair was so sexy. I took a blanket covering him up and took his shoes off. Seems like he was going to crash here. I did not mind, I mean ...

I ended up in my bed, writing in my diary all about what happened tonight, but fell asleep with my pen in my hand, and head over my diary.

Erm, here is it.