(saw this on Wattpad🧍‍♀️)

With 5 hours of sleep left, you were heating up the tea for your short breakfast. You grabbed the cookies and were about to devour one when your phone screen lit up. "Unknown number", who could it be? A- Advertising messages. B- Prank calls. C- Your bestie. Whatever the reason was, you were curious, so you opened the message.

"I've dreamt about you."

That was all that was written. You were confused and scared. What?

"Flattered, who am I talking to?", you tried to keep calm using sarcasm, honestly you used it with everything.

"The owner of the shirt you blissfully slept in." You lowered your head and saw the very large shirt that was on you. Alex... how did he know what you were wearing?!

You had forgotten so many things, you had the memory of a goldfish. You had met Alex and his friends at a celebrity party. You were a famous writer and we can use the word ICON very well. So after interviews you two met. One thing that connected each of you was writing but...you were the more clumsy person he had ever met despite your popularity. So you went to a bar and from there he invited you to his concert... and the same night he literally helped you not to die from the cold rain, that night you stayed with the four boys. And...you ended up kissing Alex. You didn't know if it was love but there was something between you. The next morning you woke up in his bed but he explained that you hadn't done anything and took you home, and you kissed again in the car. He had never felt anything so strongly for anyone. A day passed and here we are.

"Look out the window, silly." and when you looked up, you saw Alex Turner standing in front of your kitchen window in all his beauty.

"Good morning." his usual smirk appeared on his face as the door opened. He pretended he was not in front of the woman he had literally dreamed about the night before. She still had his t-shirt on. He straightened his leather jacket and he raised his sunglasses. Compared to him, she seemed like a mess.