Arabella Blossom ❥ Arctic Monkeys and The Strokes

Chapter 37

warning -
cliffhanger ahead !

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"So the next gig is tomorrow?" I asked Alex.

"Yeah love, you gonna tag along?" He asked hopefully.

"Definitely, not missing another one" I chuckled.

"No, it doesn't matter how many you go to and miss out on. I wont love you any less" He placed a kiss on my cheek, handing me a plate of pizza. My cheeks flamed up as we cuddled together on the couch watching American Horror Story.

Red Rocks Ampitheatre, 4th of September

I was backstage with Hearst and Kelly, enjoying the music and the atmosphere around us. We were halfway through All My Own Stunts which was insane, because it wasn't performed since 2011. I chugged down another beer as Alex gyrated his hips, singing along to the infectious tune that was created before I knew Matt.

***

After the amazing gig, we all went out for dinner and crashed back at the hotel at around 11:30, tired off our heads. The day after at around 10am, we hopped on another plane to Kansas City where they would play later on in the night at Sporting Park. The stadium was massive and it was amazing, all the girls tagged along too which was fun. The next gig they would play was next month on the 25th, so we had a good break before they gigged again. The day after Kansas, we flew straight back to LA, and everyone returned to their homes.

"Oh, I missed you" I picked Luna up, cuddling her and placing multiple kisses all over her fur. I handed her to Alex and he gently stroked her head, cradling her in his arms.

***

Strippers.
Strippers.
Strippers.
Strippers.
Strippers.

It's all I could think about while the boys were in Las Vegas. 

I was living in England with my family, and this was the most scared I ever was for them to go away, having such a close bond with Alex. 

But all I could do was wait for them to come back.

***

Texas
Texas
Texas
LA
Columbia
Argentina 

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

Argentina.

Great.

I was living in our old house in England and Julian was here, too. Over the break, we had become amazingly good friends since we hung out more now. The calls and texts Alex promised to make everyday faded out, and eventually, I would be lucky to get a call every three days. As I scrolled through my instagram feed, I suddenly blew up with comments.

"1,482? What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, Julian choked up in the TV. I clicked on them and noticed they were all scattered on different photos.

But all of the comments were on photos of Alex.

I clicked on one and saw that every single comment was similar.

have you seen the pics?
bless her, she probably doesnt know about the pictures, the poor thing x
babe, im so sorry! i would have never expected this from him xx
i love alex, but this was so wrong
so sorry bella, you can get through this x

Get through what?

What photos?

What was wrong?

Sweat dripped down my back as I searched the hashtag, Alex Turner, clicking on the first photo and skimming my eyes through the description and the comments.

And my face dropped.

I lost all feeling in my body as my phone smashed to the ground.

My hands were shaking as my vision became hazy, Julian rushing to my side.

I fell and landed into his arms.

No.

God.

Please, no...