My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 10

Arabella

I was lying on his chest, eyes closed, contended, listening to his shallow rise and fall of his lungs as he breathed. He had a cigarette in his hand, curls of smoke coming out of it. With the corner of my eye, I saw a readable half-smile on his lips, turning into a smile of happiness and joy. I stood there quiet, as my hand moved down his outer thigh tickling him with my not-so-long nails.

He got out of the bed leaving me alone. I looked at his naked bum as he opened the balcony door inviting in cold air that swam in my room. The breeze made me shiver and pulling the blanket till my neck he sat down next to me. He took my palm and put it on his chest playing with my little fingers.

"You're such a morning person, Mr Turner." I smiled at him revealing my puffy eyes.

He leaned in brushing his soft lips against mine letting out a moan.

"You are so lovely, Mrs O'Brien." I blushed.

My body began to heat up as his words were slowly whispered into my ears, also feeling his hot breath on my neck sending me tickling waves down my spine. My breath became heavily, pressure taking over my chest. I let out a quiet moan of pleasure trough my teeth as he continued kissing my back slowly going down.

We got out of bed, cleaning our clothes from the cold wooden floor.

"I.. er... going to take a shower."

He smiled giving me the answer I was craving for. He joined me in the shower, lifting me on the shower's glass door, my fingers running unwillingly trough his wet hair, legs tangled on his waist, kissing maniacally. I felt like I was roughly violating the shower cabin.

*****

We drank our coffee together after having our nerve-relaxing hot shower, by hot I mean hot. He was constantly checking his phone with a suspicious look. I didn't know how to read his face because after all, I guess I didn't know him well enough to know what his feelings or thoughts were just by reading his face expression. And that bothered me most.

"I suppose I have to go Arabella. See ya later" he stormed out.

Not even a kiss or goodbye made me think about shitty things after what happened between us last night. I stood at the wooden table taking sips of my coffee, yet hoping for a goodbye at least. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

*****

My whole day was not so fun. I was hardly studying for an exam that I had on Monday, not giving any looks at the whole house but my room and laptop. I was buried in books and notepads when I heard the familiar sound of my phone; it was a message from my blonde haired l friend.
Let's meet at Blue Moon in half an hour x

I changed my house clothes with a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple sweater with dark ribbons on it and my Chelsea boots, wearing only a jean jacket over. I took a notepad and a book filling up my bag.

My car was frozen in front of the lot, spending 5 minutes of my precious life just to start it.

"Damn you wreck! " I struck the wheel. I was angrier and angrier. It finally moved.

I pulled by the coffee shop entering it quickly; a thunderstorm was coming. The sky was grey, almost black with tiny white circles in it, sun sending its rays trough them. It was such a beautiful view; I turned sad because I couldn't capture the moment with my tiny black Polaroid.

Zara was at the bar talking to a girl named Ali, who was also our friend. I ordered a black coffee with no sugar to take my mind off of the strange thing that took place in my house this morning.