My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 14

"Alex..." I whispered again. "Look at me Alex. It's ok."

He turned around slowly, staring at my angry eyes. He froze, like Jamie when he saw me; the thought if me being an actual fucking ghost made me shiver. I wasn't, since last time when I checked.

His eyes were crimson red, with dark bags under, and his messy hair was longer now and oily.

"How? What? Are you fucking with me right now Matt? What did you smoke?"

I grinned in despair crossing my hands together. The air felt stuffy and damp. I approached the window, ripping the curtains open and expecting rays of the morning sun to shine through. The sky outside, however, was a clouded grey expressing melancholia. Zara took a seat next to Alex, talking quietly to him as I was exploring his dark room. Pictures of him and his friends were all over, even one with Kyle and our parents since we were younger. I hardly recognised his parents, although Alex looked more like his father; same haircut, eyes and jawline. His father was a really handsome man. Then I glared at a picture of him when he was a little boy, and a blonde almost brown haired girl he was hugging, remembering the day we took that picture. I backed away in the blackness his room, the rays of the sun fading away from his shadowy room.

Alex's eyes were always on me, checking me out not shifting his gaze from me.

"How can this be possible? I haven't smoked enough to see you again" I could hear the sadness resonate from his voice like a little boy who was trying to get ahold of his toys.

He looked at Zara, then back to me, then to Zara again.

I kept the silence unbroken till I finally let out some words that I still regret.

" You are a fucked up lad," my angriness said its word. "How could you, believe me, lying, brother?"

He didn't say a thing, keeping his annoying silence.

"Either you stop acting like twat either I will definitely rip your head off" my face was red as the bricks and my eyesight was steamy.

I sat down next to him, cupping my hands together with his with tears in the corner of my eyes.

"Please. It's me, Arabella. I'm here." I couldn't anymore. I burst out, tears streaming down my cold cheeks. "Look at me".

I ruffled my hand trough his head, placing a short kiss on his forehead. His face was cold as ice, also pale as snow. He smiled innocently at me, pulling me into a big hug.

"I missed you" he suddenly was the exactly same boy I left a while ago. "Your brother became a dick since you left. He wasn't going to let the band be a big phenomenon so we stopped. Since then I've been writing songs without sleep" he told me.

I grizzled at his words, thinking about Kyle's changing; how he could talk shit about me and ruin other people's lives. I couldn't understand why he has done that.

"Cmon lad, you need to take a shower. " I took his hand helping him to stand up.

"You kind of... smell."

I wiped my tears away with my sleeve, leading him to the bathroom. The hot water filled up the rooms with boily steams. I took his button top white shirt off, his bare hairy chest revealed. I gazed at him for two seconds, my hands making their way to his leather black belt.

My eyes were fixed on his, looking for that shiny gleam of his dark eyes. I twirled my hair anxiously in my fingers, still gazing at him.

"I.. ehm.. gonna let you take a shower'." I took a step back, closing the door on my way out. His smile was cocky,

"What was that? You could be strange toghether, " she chuckeld.

I took a deep breath brushing my hair with my fingers. I fixed him I guess.

"Nothing. Go check upon the boys"

She obliged leaving immediately.

I began to clean his messy room when I found his journal.

I went back to her apartment today, oversleeping in her white sheeted bed. Her smell was filling my lungs, as I rolled from a side to another.
Every day I went there I did the same things; opening the window and lying on her bed only to feel like she was next to me sleeping like a baby. I miss her too much, and I could do anything to see her again but that wasn't possible. A multitude of emotions was chewing on me from the inside out; I wanted to be me again, not giving a fuck about other people. But she changed me. Drastically.
He told me I could not go to their apartment anymore. I felt like every part of my body was failing me second by second. I went there for the last time taking her photo from the glass table. I was so frightened, so scared. I was so scared that I'd been so vulnerable, at how easily I'd been crushed to the cold ground.

Reading these lines put tears in my eyes, slowly shivering. I could see in there also a picture of me, taken at the cabin my family owned. That's the picture I whispered to myself.

I quickly put the journal back under his bed, arranging the sheets. I could notice two guitars hanging on the walls; one was acoustic, and the other one electric. I let myself took a close look at the acoustic one, my fingers running over the strings.

I finally could sing a bit, playing a song that Kyle wrote for me way before I met Alex and my life kind of changed. I did not notice him when I walked back in the room with only a towel around his waist. He was leaning against the door frame with a cheeky smile on his pale but adorable face when I finally saw him.

"U-Uhm, I'm sorry" I excused myself. "I just wanted to ch-"

"It's no problem really"

"How is it that you've suddenly changed your odd behaviour since I came?"

"Probably just... I just needed someone to push me yeah" he nodded.

"I absolutely get that part but when I arrived you were acting mad Alex."

He kept quiet looking for some clean pants and shirt quickly slipping into a pair of black boxers under the towel, which he removed.

He dressed as usual in a pair of black tight denim jeans, a button top and his leather black jacket. He put on his leather old boots wich were pretty bad-ass from my point of view.

I followed him to the main room where the other guys were, running his hand trough his wet hair. He helped his band mates to come to reality in one minute. I stood by Zara's watching them come forth. I was amazed how they all reacted to Alex's words. They all went to their rooms, taking showers and changing their stinky clothes. They were like muppets and Alex was their puppeteer. He put his dark sunglasses on ripping off the curtains, a fading light invading the house.

Not long after all of the boys came in the living room dressed up like they were all men in black.

"We have to keep working if we want to succeed," Alex told them, his undertone being a serious one.

***

"Tell me again, what was their problem? Didn't seem to notice one though"

"They were really fucked up" Zara and I was on the balcony enjoying our cigarettes and beers. "But now.. they are normal.." she glared at the fading sun.

"Maybe they are aliens."

I laughed.

I heard someone walking in the house.