You couldn't help but question if it was a polite or stupid move to not approach Alex Turner. You had been prone to overthinking, and ever since you got in the cab to go home, your mind had been cracked with a mental, endless pros and cons list from that one action. To think that you got so close to meeting a star, hell, even meeting your favorite band.
But on the other hand... That was also a strong and good thing of you to not approach them. You had enjoyed your night on your own, and that was all that mattered - The night had been a net positive.
The next few days went by very nicely - You had a lovely job at this cute little book shop in High Green, and had a handful of coworkers who were just the sweetest. There was Henry, who had worked there the longest, and you were convinced that he had read every book they stocked in the store. His parents were from Wales, and were the sweetest people ever, they had even invited you over for tea a few times. Then there was Sahari, a wonderful young woman of Indian descent, and she made the best tea! She even paired certain teas with classic novels, which added an extra special touch to your store in particular. And then there was Josi, a non-binary person of African descent, and they did the best makeup, you two loved sending each other pictures and videos of your individual looks. Josi was also awesome at pushing you out of your comfort zone without ever overstepping boundaries. These friendships grounded you, and we're some of the best people you knew. You were so lucky to have them. The four of you had a book club, and loved analyzing books. Meetings were usually hosted on slow days at the shop. The job was good and sustained you, and the friendships always lit up your days. These three always made you feel comfortable and secure.
Josi said they'd close down the shop for tonight, so you left thirty minutes early. You treated to yourself to the local cinema, the kind that re-ran old movies all the time. This weekend, they were showing a re-run of Mean Streets.
It was a good way to start your weekend. The film ended late, and had a small crowd. Throwing your jacket on, you exited the cinema and started walking home. Yes, it was nighttime, but your home was less than a mile away, you were a fast walker, and had pepper spray and a switchblade - This wasn't the first time you had walked this path, thankfully. There was another break in the rain, the weather had been letting up since an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night.
You turned a corner, and... You noticed a figure... The figure got closer to you, trying to talk... Maybe you recognized the voice, the outline?
A man got a lot closer to you, and through the darkness, he looked a hell of a lot like Alex Turner - Or maybe you were just imagining things, since the subject of this man has occupied so much of the space in your mind. Who the hell in the world would be walking around at this hour? This was a sleepier side of town, and... Wait, was that man wearing sunglasses... At night?
The man lit up a cigarette, and the slight light from the butt finally illuminated his face.
He's either the man you've hyper-fixated on, or... The world's greatest doppelganger.
Oh fuck me - Fate really does exist. Alex Turner thought to himself. He asked himself what to do - He would sound creepy as fuck if he said this was the third time he had laid eyes on you. But he knew that he had fumbled his chance last time, and swore to himself that he wouldn't let that happen again. He asked himself if he should open up with a cheesy pick-up line, or to act normal, or... His options flooded his hand, but you would walk by at any moment, so he simply muttered to you: "Hi."
Goddamn. You couldn't help but think. "Hello." You responded, finally stopping.
This was Alex's chance - What does he say...?
"It's nice to see a lovely lady like you tonight." All he could think was how grateful he was that he didn't slip up or mess up his words.
You heard that deep Sheffield accent - And some blood rushed to your cheeks, finally adding warmth to that area after the wind nipping at your cheeks your whole walk home. Would you offer a name? All three of your closest friends had your location... And you were polite.
"Thank you, how are you?" You responded curtly. You swallowed and finally admitted what was stuck on your mind.
"Oh my God, you look like Alex Turner! Sorry for being so blunt."
Holy shit, she talked back - This is really happening. Alex kept his cool demeanor, and responded quite quickly. "Hey there. You caught me, yes I'm Alex Turner."
Almost all your brain cells shut off. You started talking without thinking of the consequences, you were that starstruck.
"Holy shit, Alex Turner - I'm... Quite the fan. I really hope this doesn't bother you, but may I have an autograph, or a picture? It's alright if you decline."
He's surprised by how chill you seem to be taking this whole situation. He feels relieved, he hates it when he gets people freaking out and acting weird. He takes a quick drag of his cigarette, and smiles softly.
"Always nice to meet a fan, what is your name if I may ask?"
"Y/N." You two shake hands.
He shakes your hand, and nods, his eyes wandering to your body a bit, before he realizes what he is doing and smiles warmly at you.
"So uh, what are you doing here out this late? Just walking home?"
"Ah, you've got me. Can we take a pic and get an autograph, if it's not too much?"
He smiles warmly, thinking it was kind of cute that you wanted these things from him.
"Sure, sure. I always like to interact with my fans as much as possible."
"Thank you!" You two get the pic and autograph done.
He's surprised that you're not asking more of him, he's gotten too used to weird fans. He laughs a bit.
"That was surprisingly quick and easy! You seem very laid back."
"Thank you!" You smile so brightly.
He notices that beautiful smile of yours, your beautiful eyes, and he couldn't help but keep staring. There was something about you that kept him drawn in.
"Well, you're welcome. I guess I could ask you a question in return?"
You nod eagerly.
He laughs a bit, finding it cute how star struck you seemed.
"What's your opinion on my solo project The Submarine EP, if you've heard of it?"
Why the fuck did I ask that? Alex thought yo himself. Does your brain short-circuit the second you see a pretty girl?
He cleared his throat and tried to play it cool.
"Yes, it was beautiful, and Submarine is one of my favorite films." You responded quickly.
His eyes widen, and he looks extremely pleased. He breathed an extreme sigh of relief, so happy that he didn't come off as awkward.
"So you've not only heard it, but you've seen the movie it was for too. That's quite a surprise. Not many people know it's... There, you have excellent taste, if I may say."
"Wow, thank you sir." You responded.
He laughs again, you seem quite respectful.
"No need to call me sir, just call me Alex. Everyone does."
"Well, thank you, Alex. It was very nice to meet you."
He smiles warmly at you, he's enjoying your presence more than you'd know.
"Well, it was just as nice to meet you. I'm glad to see that I have a fan who isn't going to stalk me or be crazy over me."
"Damn, that must be intense and scary..." You said quietly.
He laughs quietly at that, you're not wrong.
"It's why I'm happy to be here now, though I'll be leaving in a few weeks to record." He smiled then continued.
"Yes, the US is quite intense, a lot more fans there than here, and they're so... extreme. I've had people come to my house in America and demand things from me that I am not willing to give. I'm really just happy you're not like that."
"Oh, of course! So sorry to hear that!"
He shrugs, it's just the nature of being famous.
"I signed up for this, it's no worries. But, I am really glad that you're not as extreme as some of my other fans. I think we can be friends if you'd like? You seem quite friendly and genuine."
"You mean it?!" You smile in glee.
He laughs a bit, quite surprised by this reaction, but also amused by it.
"Of course, you seem like a friend-worthy individual!"
"Thank you! Would you like my number?"
His eyes light up briefly, yes please!
"I would, would you like mine in return?"
"Please. What an honor."
He smiles widely, and pulls out a silver sharpie he keeps in his back pocket, he writes his number down and hands you the sticky note.
"You can contact me anytime, and I'm happy to reply as long as I am not busy with things."
"Thank you... Well... I have a celebrity's number... Thanks!" You chuckle cutely.
Alex has to resist the urge to put his hands on his cheeks at how cute she is, she truly is adorable.
"Just remember what I said, you can call me anytime. Maybe we could meet again, hang out as friends maybe?"
"Sure. I won't keep you too long, but text me the details when you get a chance!" You smile cutely and courteously.
He smiles back warmly, you're one of the least crazy fans he's met. It's quite refreshing.
"I most certainly will, I've really enjoyed this small interaction, I want you to keep in touch."
"Thanks, thanks, great to hear!"
"Talk to you soon!"
You smile and the two of you part.
Alex nods and smiles again, his eyes drifting over to your hips, he can't help it, and he blushes a bit. He's very interested in your body. As you separate he's left blushing, and he decides to text you.
"Have a good night, we will definitely keep in touch."
You smiled as you went back to your home, and the rain started up again. You snuggled up in your blankets and flicked on the heater as the warm lights in your room gave you this angelic glow - A supernatural beauty, which was exactly what Alex thought you were, even if you didn't know that yet. You texted Alex again, and then texted your group chat the picture of you and Alex, and tons of caps and exclamation marks were exchanged between the four of you. Alex texted you 'Goodnight', and you finally put your phone away to charge, and drifted off to a land of dreams... And it seemed the future would give you opportunities to pursue new dreams - That could become reality.