I had no idea what the fuck was going on with me. Maybe I was getting sick? I had completely lost my appetite and I spent the entire Saturday in a vegetive state lying in my bed doing absolutely nothing. I was supposed to do some reviews for NME but found that I couldn't concentrate at all.
I could still feel Alex' lips linger on my cheek, burning with fire every time I brushed my fingers across it.
.....was I maybe falling for him?
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Coming Home
FanfictionIt's been six years since Alex Turner's band became successful. Six years since he moved to London and six years since he left his best friend, Issy, behind to pursue his dream. For the past six years, she has done everything in her power to ignore...
