After losing all her family members in a mysterious accident, Eleanor takes a spontaneous trip to Los Angeles to help herself move on from past events. Only to find herself staying in a hotel with a worldwide Famous, British rockstar. And as the twisting story of her family unfolds, the two paths belonging to Eleanor and Alex just keep crossing. "Then there's Alex and Eleanor, Both utterly consumed by one another As their love for eachother grows More and more as a new day passes by." *WARNINGS: THIS STORY CONTAINS DRUG MISUSAGE, VIOLENCE, MATURE LANGUAGE AND GRAPHIC TEXTUAL IMAGES, NOT SUITABLE FOR CERTAIN AUDIENCES*

After meeting a guy at a bar, Violet is then introduced to his best-friends, they all welcome her with open arms, all except for one... **𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒**

"I've traveled the whole world, but never have I felt more home, more secure than in your embrace"

"Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again." A private booth, a broken heart, a girl dressed in red, at a strip club. because sometimes love isn't what it was ever supposed to be. ••• This story has a lot of more mature themes than my other works, incl. addiction, dr*g use, s*x work and toxic relationships, please avoid reading if any are subjects you don't feel comfortable with, please put yourself first <3

you can call me, alexander. (young alex into old alex) started August 2019 completed March 2020

The trip to California was nothing like Rhea had imagined. She had been looking forward to it for months but found it to be a total bore. When she meets a cool guy in a leatherjacket, she therefore quickly befriends him and he drags her into his world of rock and roll. Alex Turner fanfiction

"Why'd you come here every day? Cigarettes don't run out overnight." Alex Turner is in his last year of school, perfectly ready to let it pass by like a grey train with no intentions of jumping on. He doesn't expect anything interesting to happen in his very mediocre life, and that's when a girl dressed like his favourite worst nightmare waltzes on in and flips everything upside down.

"You're drunk. You're always drunk. You can't keep coming here." "I didn't know where else to go."

The probability of passing through life untouched by its darkness is too small to even feel the emotions that make your soul surrender. This is me. This is Phoebe, the girl in the café. And this is Alexander David Turner, the beloved rock star.

"I wanna be yours and yours only, Alex."