it's been 9 months, 273 days, 6574 hours.
Opening my eyes, I peeked through my eyelids to see that it was way later than i thought. 1:00pm. Quickly, i threw my legs off the side of my bed to meet the cool tiled floor with my naked feet. I never had the energy to do anything anymore, just spending my free time drinking and renting out shitty dvds from the shop a few streets down from my apartment.
I walked into the kitchen, dragging my feet like i was in the last few metres of a marathon. Effort. As i sat down at the table, i knew that i had to get out, do something to keep my mind busy instead of overthinking about things. Getting up, i slid my plate into the sink, not bothering to clean it, and walked into my room just to throw on some old clothes. I decided that my black skinny jeans, a vintage tee and my black docs would do afterall, I was only getting a cofee. -It's hard not to where anything but black anymore- I thought to myslef.
Wandering to the front door, i noticed the pile upon pile of my vinyls that i hadnt even touched for god knows how long. There was no joy in listening to music when i had no one to share it with anymore. Glancing at the heap of musical features i saw a name. One that hurt when i saw it. Arctic Monkeys.
I moved out of the front door inhailing the afternoons scent. How could i hate living here, in LA. My pace got faster as i walked aroung the corner passing the palm tress nearly approaching my destination. Finally. The smell of coffee and tea filled my nostrills making me feel at home. i loved it here. Alway quiet. Smiling, i pushed the glass door forward and made my entrance.
"Urmmm one coffee please?" i asked the lady behined the bar whilst grabbing my purse from my leather satchel.
"of course, one second hun" The lady pollitley responded in a californian accent.
Clutching the coffee cup in one hand i turned to move away but before i could make my way to sit down someone walked into me with force that made me spill my coffee.
"Oh urh sorry love, wasn't lookin' where i was goin'" A familiar voice rang obviously recognising me instantley.
Sparks ran down my back as i looked up into the gorgeouss, deep, brown eyes. "A-A-Alex..?" my voice was no more than a quiet sqeak. I didn't know what to do. -You should go before he says something- my mind was shouting at me. Before i knew what i was doing i was running. Running out onto the streets, my breath coming out in quick and constant sharp gasps.
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273 Days (Alex Turner fanfiction)
फैनफिक्शनElle doesn't have the energy to do anything anymore, but when she decides to move on from her split with Alex nine months ago their paths meet again. Could this be the start of something new?