Aria's POV
After the concert i sat down on the floor backstage to watch the guys concert, Alex constantly gazes at me, one hour he says
"You know that are girls and there is the one with interstellar-gator skin boots, this one is for you love" and he starts to play it's hard to get around the wind, oh it is beautiful, after the concert i catch up with the guys
"Aria" Matt says
"Yes"
"Tell them that go to a night club would be an excelente idea" i like it
"Yes, i think we should definitely go"
"You see, that's what i like" he says to the guys
"Let's go" alex says excited
"That's the spirit guys" Matt says all happy
Nick and Jamie didn't come, we end up on a night club playing brazilian music, it is called funk the beat is really cool but the girls shake their asses like crazy here, me and Alex are making fun out of it and Matt well let's just say he is enjoying with some girl but there is just this one girl staring too much at Alex
"What?" Alex says repairing that i am no longer too smily
"Nothing "
"C'mon tell me"
"It is just a girl who is totally checking you out"
"Are you jealous?" He smiles
"No" i say but I can't hide it, he finds it funny "stop laughing" he doesn't "what is so funny about this?"
"You just look so cute jealous"
"You can't be fucking serious dude"
"C'mon let's have some shots, shall we?" He says smiling and taking my hand
The rest of the night was a blur all i know is that we just got to the hotel, we leave Matt on his room and go to ours
"I need a shower " Alex says and get in the bathroom, i lay in the bed and find his notebook, there is a marked page

I can't rearrange our constellations
I've tried a thousand times

Ever since i met you
No one else has been worth thinking about

Sometime i wonder if your wandering thoughts wonder about me

I think it is beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love

She loves thunderstorms they prove that even the heavens lose control sometimes

Oh my God this is so beautiful, i am pretty sure he wrote it for me, all of them, God how i love him, i put the notebook where it was, he gets out of the bathroom
"So have you been writing anything?" I ask him
"No, not really, have you?" He lays by my side
"Nop, i got admit it i was pretty jealous back on the club" he smiles "i think we should talk, i mean what are we?" I say and he is with a thoughtful face
"What do you want us to be?"
"You can't answer a question with another one"
"That's what i do love, well, are you mine?" I kiss him, I don't know if it is the alcohol but i do, i kiss him, i press my lips on his but he stops "are you mine tomorrow or just mine tonight? I need to know" I don't know i am quite confused
"I wanna be yours"
"Look" he sits still "i love you, yes i do, not only when we are together and have the best memories but the way i miss you when we are alone the way i think of you what you mean to me it is not natural, i get desperate sometimes because i love you in a way i have never thought possible, and i know you better than anyone else, i know you're drunk and confused and lonely and I don't want to rush anything so i think we should just talk about us tomorrow, is it okay?"
"Yes, let's just sleep" i am so confused he is probably right you know he is alex fucking turner when was he ever wrong?