I Wanna Be Yours (Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction) UPDATED VERSION

1 | The Shower

California was swaying palm trees, warm sand slipping through the palm of my hand, the sun peeking just over the horizon and bathing the marble of the hotel in a golden light. My hands were clammy as I clenched the handle of my suitcase, glancing up at the tall building at its array of glossy golden windows. 

I was told to check in and meet by best friend Katie back down at the lobby, who was getting snacks the convenience store a block a way. It was our second trip since getting off the airplane. I know she'll take awhile—a simple trip could take her an hour. The hotel clerk checked me into the room, or what Katie calls, "the free hotel opportunity of a lifetime." She entered some silly contest to stay in the same hotel as the Arctic Monkeys for a night and won. Sure, I love all things free, but it's not like I truly believed we'd see them in the hotel. The scrawny woman with her hair tightly pulled up handed me a key card to room 505.

The elevator had a momentarily queasy effect on me until it lifted upstairs and back on a floor level. I dragged the suitcase behind me until I was in a luxury suite with the smell of lavender and laundry detergent. I'd never been in a suite before. I let the door close and stared in awe. It looked amazing, but my greasy hair did not. I hadn't showered for three days since I never thought much about appearances while I was travelling, and because Katie and I planned to do something fun tonight, I knew it would be best to shower.

A minute later I twisted the knob to get the water running, and got in once it's hot. It was already beginning to fog up the glass on the mirror. Since nobody was here, I decided to keep the door open so that the bathroom didn't become a hellhole to breathe in.

The pressure from the water as it glided over my light brown hair felt astounding. My eyes closed, letting water spill over my matted lashes, and my heels dug into the porcelain floor of the bath. Time seemed to last forever underneath the stream and I didn't want it to end.

When I was almost done the shower, I heard the familiar click of the door being swiped open, and realized Katie must have checked in as my friend and gotten her own key at the desk. Since I told her that I'd come meet her at the lobby once she texted me, she'll be pissed I didn't answer my phone.

The footsteps grew nearer and my heart began to race when I saw a hand grasp at the curtain that wasn't Katie's and a different, but recognizable voice shout, "Jamie, we need you to—"

I scrambled for the curtain and tried to awkwardly wrap it around my body, screaming as I do so, looking back at the man in front of me.

Alex Turner stepped into the bathroom with perfectly messy hair and a half buttoned up shirt with rolled up sleeves. His eyes widened, lip turned up slightly, as his hand held the doorframe. "What the fuck?"

My heart kind of stopped. "Get the fuck out!"

"This is my room!" He moved his head to the side, half-covering his eyes with his hand.

"Does it look like your room?"

His hand fumbled in his pocket for his key card and held it out to me to see.

"Well, I have one too," I said, my chest heaving behind the slick shower curtain. It was cold as it clung to my body.  "Can't we talk after I get dressed?"

Alex nodded and carefully closed the door behind him.

Oh God, I might have had a panic attack in the bathroom. The air was heavy and I wiped the side of my hand against the mirror to see a wide green-eyed girl with smudged mascara stare back at me. I squeezed out the water in my hair, the blood in my veins threatening to burst. This could not be happening. I quickly got dressed and stepped out into the cold room, feeling awkward and unprepared.

"You didn't see anything, did you?" Aw fuck, Leah, that's the first question you ask?

He scratched the back of his neck, cheeks nipped pink, hair falling in front of his dark brown eyes. "It doesn't matter."

My stomach flipped. I wished for death.

"Alex," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

I slowly approach him, warily, and shook it. "Leah."

"So," he began, sitting down on the bed, "how did you get into my room?"

My brows furrowed and I retrieved my room key from the bathroom counter. "It's not your room. It's mine. I won it from a contest that gave me a free night at the hotel."

He raised his eyebrows, eyeing the key card. "That's not possible. Our manager would have made sure there weren't any mix-ups."

"Well," I said, trying to steady my breath, "didn't do a very good job, did he?"

Alex scoffed. He showed me paperwork and legal forms that apparently provided service to the safety of guests like him, so that fans couldn't even know which room they were staying at, let alone get into their hotel room.

If I couldn't prove it to him, the receptionist who gave me the card could. I called the house desk, but a different woman picked up. "Hello, this is Guest Relations speaking, how may I help you?"

"This is Leah Greene, from 505."

There was a pause and a muffled whisper. "Ms. Greene is checked into 405, miss."

I looked to Alex, who was patiently waiting on the edge of the bed. I had to admit, he looked even better in person than in the photos. "If I was supposed to be checked into 405, how am I calling you from 505?"

"If you are sure the card reads 505, please see a counsellor at the front desk in the lobby."

"Thanks," I deadpanned, slamming the phone on the receiver. I was hoping to prove it to him now, but I guess that would have to wait until I got to the lobby to sort this out. "They said I was supposed to be in 405, but once they realize that's not the card they gave me, I'll be on my way. Sorry for this, I guess."

I zipped up my luggage and put my shoes back on. Alex said he's going to the lobby to sort a few things out as well. He held the door open for me, and I cleared my throat, hopefully to dissolve the tension. "I'm a huge fan. It's nice to meet you, although it would have been better under different circumstances."

He laughed, sending goose bumps on the back of my neck. We got in the elevator.

I thought I wasn't going to have to wait long to sort everything out, but I knew I was going to have to wait a lot longer once the elevator stopped midway between levels.