Never Him II Alex Turner

𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇 - 𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒢𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔

Alex's P.O.V

I quickly ducked under the covers hoping she hadn't seen the redness in my face as she stood there in only her towel, the way her hair kinked up when it was wet, and the sharpness of her collar bone in the dim yellow hallway light.

"You're awake..." she let out of her mouth more a question than a statement "no" I replied as if she didn't just fucking see me "yeah, okay, well stay under there because I'm changing and I'm not leaving because this is MY room" she spat at me almost angry at the fact that I was awake "how did I even get in here the last thing I remember is you falling over the couch" I tried to say muffled by the quilt which carried her scent.

"Well, you tried to kiss me" I felt her glare burning me, though I couldn't see her "and when you went to....you know, you just passed out" shit "so I carried you back to my room so that you weren't confused and alone when you woke up, although the alone part didn't work out" I could hear her voice soften as she recalled me falling asleep in her bed. "I can call a taxi or summat if you want to leave" no, why would I ever want to leave "is Matt with Mallory or did he leave" I dodged her question "he's here, you should probably sleep the rest of that alcohol off, I'm gonna have a fag, you can come out from the covers now"

I poked my head up from the covers flattening my hair back down as to not embarrass myself in front of the girl who was wearing Danger Mouse pyjamas. "I'm already awake and I could use a cigarette so ill just come with ya," I said hoping she wouldn't deny me "yeah, alright umm do you need sweatpants or a jacket" she observed my baggy jeans and bare arms "if you please" spilt out of me, as she gave me a confused gaze "...yeah...let me just see if I have any warmer clothes..." she was just as small as I was (which was pretty fucking small) so I wasn't worried about anything being the wrong size.

She pulled out a pair of black sweatpants as she looked in her closet for a jacket. As I watched her looking through her closet I couldn't help but notice that it was organized by colour I began to look around the rest of the room. It was incredibly messy but in little parts, you couldn't help but noticed she had started to clean and then couldn't be bothered to finish the task, I hoped that's not how she was with everything because I knew if she was...this attraction to me wouldn't last long at all.

I was snapped out of my trance by her throwing a Harry Potter sweatshirt at my face, she must have noticed my staring because she looked down at her feet "sorry for my messy room I'm just so busy with working and everything" no shit, I knew I recognized her "shit you're from that show on channel 4" shit that sounded rude but I couldn't remember the name seeing that I was still tipsy "I guess I mean I don't think it's gonna take-off based on my track record but-" "no, shut up you're good, I mean they wouldn't cast you if you were shit right" I interrupted her because I didn't want to hear her think she wasn't good enough. "So ready for that cigarette?" I queried "always" she smiled her hypnotizing smile at me and slipped her shoes back onto her feet.

I had spaced out looking at her David Bowie poster on the ceiling until a harsh winter breeze snapped me out of it. My eyes darted to the window she had just opened I gave her a questionable look and she just shrugged climbing out the window. I heard a screech come from outside the window "SHIT MAUDE ARE YOU-"

holy shit I looked around at the castle of ruined lungs' she had built. Outside of her window, there was a large slab of concrete covered in blankets, empty fag packets, and empty beer bottles, there was a piece of cardboard taped to the side of the concrete that read 'castle of ruined lungs aka cigarette kingdom' she had copper lights hanging around the rusted bars that surround the slab that made her look like a princess, maybe she knew what she was doing to me, maybe that's why she called it a kingdom, her kingdom.

"Maude this is-" "childish I know" she interrupted me this time, looking down at her feet she did this a lot and every time she did my heart sank. "No I was gonna say beautiful" I lifted her head with my hand "you're a good liar Mr Turner" she removed her head from my hands and I felt empty again "why'd you scream anyway" I contested "oh, nothing there was just a mouse" her brown eyes went back down to her feet, and I wanted to make sure it was the last time she looked so defeated, so once again I took her head into my hands, I was gonna say something about her being insecure and how she was beautiful but I found myself just sitting there staring into her eyes not being able to look away for the life of me. I don't remember much about the rest of the night all I know is this girl was my one weakness...and she was well aware.