Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts - Alex Turner/Arctic Monkeys fanfic

Chapter 14

Seven different songs. Curse iOS7 with it's fancy 'set your alarm as a song' feature. I awoke groggily to the car-crash of sound and kneaded my eyeballs until they were numb. With a lazy turn I read the time on my own alarm which had failed to have an effect: 3:12am.

Ugh.

My brain knew full-well that now was probably the right time to start getting ready to leave for the airport, however, my eyes felt otherwise. Sinking back into my pillow, I promised my fatigued system another 10 or so minutes.

Until about 2 minutes later when a vexatious knocking echoed through my room. I was so sunken in a dream about being back at home with my family that the knocking was, at first, my Mum's voice, yelling at me about the TV or something ridiculous. As my brain awoke I realised it was the door.

"W-who the fuck is that?" I growled from my pillow, I heard a click of the handle and managed to angle my head so I could see who was poking theirs between the door and the frame.

"Morning sweet, mind if I use your shower?" it was Jamie, his hair lacking it's usual style and precision.

"Y-yeah whatever," I flapped a careless hand signalling for him to go away and turned to face the wall, closing my eyes once again.

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At long last Miles had shook me awake. I had paid no attention to detail but noticed his eyes looked menacingly dark. All I could remember from the day before was his obsession with lemons.

"Okay okay, I'm wa-aking up," my mouth widened into a yawn as I swung my achey legs over the mattress. Miles left and closed the door with a hearty slam. 'Charming' I thought, as I pulled off my top and scouted around for my dressing gown. I thought it best to have a shower, since I didn't smell too great.

Once the robe was on, I sleepily sauntered to the bathroom, where the door had not been closed at all. At the very height of my worries there was a considerably large pool of water wallowing around the sink and shower and toilet. Basically covering almost every square inch of the bathroom. I gave a dramatic sigh before stepping in and turning on the hot.

Cold.

Great.

As I let a shower of ice wash over my skin, I had to question how many people had actually had a shower. Judging by the mess and temperature of the water itself: not just Jamie. I reached down for my shampoo; and whilst a squelch sound satisfied my ears, the volume of shampoo leaving the bottle did not. Barely enough for a quarter of my head. I used it up anyhow, even though I was sure I had only bought it a couple of weeks back.

I turned off my arctic infused shower and reached for a towel, only to see the rack was completely empty.

Nope. Definitely not just Jamie.

'Dressing gown it is then'. This morning was hacking me off more than I thought it would.

Dripping wet, I walked back to my bedroom, the door ajar slightly. I opened it fully to see a topless Alex stood doing not very much in my room.

"Oh for fuck sake. Not what I need! Get out!" I yelled.

"Morning to you too, love," he said in an oh-so-sultry voice, winking as he left.

Resist. He's lead you on.

I sighed again and found an old beach towel in my cupboard to dry myself off with. Once done, I hooked on a bra and pulled on some underwear, before settling with my chosen outfit, minus the shoes for now.

I flicked the switch on my hair dryer and tousled my lightening locks, it needed highlighting again. Once dry I curled and sprayed with some hairspray and let the big ringlets sit below my shoulders.