My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 7

I took 3 days off from Uni, staying at home, spending more and more time with the boy named Alex Turner, lead singer of a new indie rock band called Arctic Monkeys. I found out that his parents moved a while ago, leaving him all alone with no moral support for the first time in his life, and for a long time he was a wreck, until his best friend's mother, Matt's mother took him in, taking care of the warmhearted boy with dark eyes like the edge of the world. Every time I looked in his eyes, I found myself blushing, scratching on an imaginary itch, smiling innocently. That was called love, I guess, wich I've never felt before like that.

Hard as it seems, we never kissed, although we were close to so many times; we just got cuddly in my bed watching old movies and drinking wine as much as we could drink.

The last day of the little holiday I freaked out when I woke up, seeing some red liquid on my sheets, being able to cover myself with mud in embarrassment, so he can't notice my problem; I completely forgot about me being a girl. I got out of his hug slowly, heading to the bathroom. Our clothes were all around my puffy red carpet, as I was trying to go to my closet I slipped on his jeans and fell on the cold floor.

"Fuck" I murmured. I got up.

He turned sides, and I thought he woke up, but he didn't. I took a clean shirt and some pink knee socks entering the bathroom trying to be as quiet as I can. I cleaned myself quickly, going back to him. He was on his back with his hands under his head, uncovered only in underwear, the blanket lying on my side of the bed. I covered him tightly, planting a kiss on his forehead. He mumbled something but I couldn't really figure what, and I left the room slowly as I could.

I started to prepare breakfast and two cups of freshly made coffee when I heard a loud noise coming from my room. I rushed to it, and I found Alex lying on the floor swearing.

"What happened? Are you ok?" I worried.

I helped him to get up, he still swore as much as he could.

"Are you hurt?"I continued.

"It's fine, I'm fine." He smiled. "I had a nightmare". He paused a few moments. "About you; falling in love with someone"

I stood in front of him looking at the window. "It's not going to happen" quietly my answers was.

"Anyway, you are my favourite worst nightmare," he told me being cocky, pulling me into his lap.

He was planting a few softly kisses on my neck and cheek while I remembered about my pancakes. I ran in the kitchen, but they were not burnt. Completely.

He came into the kitchen, took a cigarette from my pack and lit it. I watched him as he inhaled the smoke through his nose like a cascade. It was a beautiful view.

After we ate we cuddled on the sofa, deciding to play something for me. He took his guitar.

Arabella's got some interstellar-gator skin boots... he started. And a helter skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly. 'New song", he lifted his head in surprise.

"No" I blushed. "You won't. "

"Why?" He asked confused. "It is wrong?"

"Not really, but..." I sighed. "Nevermind".

The rest of the day we ate and drank and smoked and we watched tv, as we usually did. When the nighttime made its appearance, he left, meeting Kyle on his way out.

I decided to take a shower to relax my nerves and have a good night sleep.

*****

I woke up at 9 am, preparing for Uni. It was Friday, a day before my birthday.

I put on a white sweater and black leggings. My Chelsea boots matched perfectly. My wrecked car's colour was red with black dots on it, you could recognise it everywhere. I took off drinking me hot coffee. Driving trough Sheffield was a bit annoying because the small streets annoyed me very much and it was raining so I was hearing the drops of water like a bomb onto the car.

Pulling up by Uni I quickly went in because it was really cold and rainy day.

*****
Alex

My fresh clean hair smelled like mint. I know she loved that smell, she played every night in my hair, messing it around. She is such a childish girl, a fact I love about her, since spending a few days with her.

I've noticed I spend a lot of time watching her. The way her nose crinkles when she laughs or how ticklish is she. The way she talks about music or journalism, with such seriousness. I agreed on the part with music. Her face going completely pink when I flirt with her, she had such effect on me, but I had just as big as she.

Stil, we were just friends and I couldn't accept just that. I will make her mine at any price. Mine.

*****
Arabella

The rest of the day passed slower than ever, studying for some exam till late on night. I fell asleep in my undies and a black lacey bra, covered by half when I heard a weird noise from the hallway. It was past 12. I took my black robe and walked in the hallway. There was Kyle drunk as fuck.

"What the hell, Kyle? Go to sleep." I yelled angrily.

"J-just stay herr. Or come with me.. hic."

I rolled my eyes.

I followed him to the living room where I saw 4 other drunk men with guitars.

"Happy birthday to youuuu" they sang in unison.

Oops, I completely forgot about my birthday. Alex put down his guitar coming in my way. He grabbed my bum resting his head on my shoulder. I tried to take him off me but I couldn't. He leant in to kiss me, sticking his tongue out. His eyes were red and shiny. He saw he couldn't kiss me and he lifted my robe almost undressing me completely.

"What the hell are you doing mate?" I asked angrily escaping his arms.

"What does it looks like? I want to love you" he laughed.

"Well, I'm not just a toy to fuck around with. " I shouted.

"Well, it doesn't matter right now." He smirked. "It matters what I want" he laughed again.

I slapped him. "Yes it does, dick."

I ran into my room locking the door behind me. He fucked up everything and I am not going to forgive him.

He tried to enter in the room. I heard him tripping over a plant in the hallway.

"Open the fucking door, Arabella! ". He yelled.

"Get lost" I begged. I wasn't going to let myself start crying over him again.

"Open the door!" He punched the door with his fists. "I beg you, darling."

"Go away please". I said quietly leaning on the door. "Just go away" I cried.

I couldn't stop myself from not to.

He backed away. I heard him punching a glass which broke. I Could barely stop. myself from not going to see if he is ok. I slipped on the door, crying.
He fucked up everything.

Umh, I hope you like it and looking forward to your reviews.