You didn't even know how you ended up there, in Alex Turner's room and bed, with his t-shirt on. Well, you didn't know you were in his home yet. It was really loose on you, so much so that you could dance in it. You weren't wearing a bra and there were very heavy blankets underneath you, since it autumn. The blankets smelled of men's perfume and it was such a pleasant and unfamiliar smell. The shutters were lowered but not enough to not interfere with the rays of the sunrise that illuminated your face. Your hair was messy and you were sure your face was in a horrible state. As you scratched your eyes you realized why you were there.

Briefly, you were interviewing Arctic Monkeys and Alex invited you for a drink but nothing happened, that was in the past, but fate wanted you to meet again so you didn't know why but he invited you to a private concert for the "narrow ones". Needless to say when he sang he often looked at you and smiled, you didn't know what was going on with him since he could have ANY woman in the world. The whole situation was confusing, so you went outside to get a breath of fresh air but you forgot that it was thundering and raining, almost hailing, but you didn't want to be near his presence anymore, so you walked out the local but the dress was too short and low cut. Like the usual absent-minded person you were, you forgot your phone home. You sat down on the sidewalk but hypothermia started to get you bad and you passed out. **

You didn't remember anything and now you were in a room with a shirt that wasn't yours, probably a man's. Probably his shirt. You knew that half the female population would envy you but it didn't make you feel better. "You finally woke up" a deep male voice with a strong British accent made you look up. There he is, Alex Turner, what a dream...no no, you weren't there for that, you reminded yourself. He looked worried and held a cup of herbal tea in his hands. You didn't expect him to be so caring since his bad boy apparence.