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

More Than Just A Dream

-More Than Just A Dream-

"And even if they were to find us

I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied"

-11th January 2012-

I woke up because I couldn't breath. It probably had something to do with that fact that my face was buried in my pillow. His pillow. I lifted my head up and squinted at the clock to my right. It was a small wooden thing that glowed at night and annoyed the hell out of me. Hence the t-shirt that had been thrown over it. I poked my arm out from under the covers, and flicked the garment off, revealing the time, 9:37am. I slumped back down, careful to leave room for breathing, coughed, and closed my eyes again. I had time.

I had said that I would look after a friend of mines kids today. I loved doing it, plus it was an extra bit of money. Clara was a super Mum, her husband Dylan was away a lot of the time, one of those proper working 5 days a week, 9 to 5, type of guys. She looked after her two young children with a patience and love that I marvelled at. We had met by chance at a coffee shop when her oldest son, Charlie, tripped over and cut his knee walking into the shop. I had rushed over to help her as she already had in her arms her newborn daughter Piper. From then on we had kept in touch and I regularly looked after her kids so she could have some nights out and time to herself.

She had been hesitant to take up my Saturday, but I had talked to Alex about it and he had been totally happy to take care of them, so I had assured her it was all fine. I had arranged for her to drop them off at Al's flat at eleven this morning.

Feeling Al's leg brush up against mine, I turned my head to look at the ruffled hair at the back of his head. We had gone to bed way too late last night. Brea, Matt and Nick had all come over, Jamie and Katie having already returned to Sheffield and Miles gone to see Suki. We had stayed up late just enjoying each others company. The boys had sung for Brea and I, and it had been the funniest thing, considering we had all had quite a bit to drink by that point. They had left soon after, and Alex and I certainly hadn't gone straight to sleep. You could say we were still making up for lost time.

We had been spending every moment we could together after Al had got here the day before yesterday. I had left him yesterday morning to move his stuff out of mine, as I had, had to get to Circus Space, but I had got off early and came to his as quickly as I could. We cleaned the place as it had gathered dust in his time away, and ordered a pizza when we were done. The others had turned up soon afterwards. I smiled into the pillow as I recalled these memories.

Alex moved again, turning over towards me, pulling the whole duvet with him. I held onto my part until he was done. In sleep his face was clear and candid, devoid of the lines that everyday life forced on us. His lips were ever so slightly parted, begging to be kissed. I inched forward, until I was so close I could see each pore, each mark on him. I remember seeing a picture of him for the first time. He was looking over god knows what, his eyes far away, probably thinking up some clever lyrics. What hit me though was that the picture was completely real. It was absolutely bare of any edits, no editors tools had touched it. And still, still he looked like an angel. That was the moment I took an interest in him, and not only their music.

I moved the last inch and pressed my lips to his, soft and gentle, they gave way under mine. "Hmm…", was his reply. I pulled away, but only about a centimetre, and watched a slight frown appear on his brow. Smiling, I kissed him again. This time he seemed to realise what was happening and slid his arm around my waist. I felt his smile against my lips, and snuggled into him closer.

"Good morning," I mumbled against his kiss.

"Mornin'." He replied, as he moved his lips to just below my ear.