gold plated ➳ alex turner x reader

jealousy

you were woken up the next morning by the rays of sunlight beaming through the window, shining onto your face. you let out a small yawn and roll onto your left, your arms searching for alex to cuddle with. you realize that he wasn't in bed with you so you sit up whilst rubbing your eyes.

you scan through the room. he wasn't there. you got out of bed and made your way to the washroom and found alex combing his hair,

"you're up early," you say, leaning against the door,

"i know, baby. i've got to meet up with a friend," he replies whilst putting his comb down,

"oh, ok. what should i wear then?"

he turns to you and pauses,

"um, well. actually, y/n... i was planning on going alone to meet her,"

you don't know why but this made you pissed. he was meeting up with a girl and he doesn't want you to go with him? is he somehow embarrassed of you?

you new exactly what to do to convince him to let you go with him.

you pout out your lips and walk over to him slowly.

you put your hand up his shirt and move your face closer to his ear,

"please, daddy?"

he tugs away from you,

"godsake, y/n! i don't have time for this," he yells as he walks past you.

as soon as he walked out of the door, you knew it was gonna be a long day of you being alone.

you didn't have much to do throughout the day. it felt like days before alex came back, you hated it. you felt quite upset that he yelled at you that morning, you've never seen him angry at you before.

you sat on your laptop and bought a few clothes online. and by 'a few' you meant buying at least 5 pieces of clothing from each and every single designer brand you could think of. you were looking at some gucci socks that you found cute as you heard the sound of alex walking inside the room,

"gucci socks, really?" he says, peering over at your screen,

"i want them!"

"no one's even gonna see your socks," he says, shaking his head.

you just ignore him, something you usually do when you can't win an argument.

he puts his phone down on the coffee table in front of you. you picked it up for no reason,

"what's your password?" you ask.

he didn't reply so you tried '111'. turns out it was. he's so original.

you start going through his texts without him realizing that you had his phone. you see tons of names but they're all dated back to last year before you two even met. he hasn't been talking to anyone since he started talking to you. except from one girl,

"who's jessica?"

he looks over at you with a sinful expression on his face,

"uh, have you had dinner yet? i'll order something for you," he says, grabbing his phone back.

you look at him, blinking to process it all,

"why did you snatch your phone back all of a sudden?"

"hm?" he plays dumb. he was a pretty shit actor,

"i was going through your messages. what are you hiding?"

"i'm not hiding anything!' he shot back defensively.

you feel your blood begin to boil,

"you're obviously hiding something or else you wouldn't of snatched it!"

he glares,

"it's my phone anyway! you should be able to trust me!"

"how can i trust you if you're hiding things from me?!"

"you know what, get out!" he shouts,

"you're just a spoiled skank who wants me for my money anyway! go warm another guy's cock and see if he treats you as well as i did! get out! get the hell out!"

you feel your eyes widen in shock. tears spring to your eyes as you run out of the room.tears spill down your cheeks as you run as fast as you can.

he's right... he's right about everything...

you don't know where you're going but you know that you're going somewhere away from here.

and just like that, the walls were back up again. you're back to being cold.