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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Last_Shadow_Puppets, Milex_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Miles_Kane/Alex_Turner
  Character:
      Miles_Kane, Alex_Turner
  Additional Tags:
      Fame, Drugs, Alcohol, Emotions, Sex, Rape, relationships
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-24 Updated: 2017-05-08 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4441
****** Unknowing And Candid ******
by HikariHyuuga
Summary
     Alex and Miles are thought to be nice, cool lads.
     But what if they aren't exactly what we think they are?
     THIS IS REALLY A DISTURBING FANFICTION, DON'T READ IF YOU GET
     TRAUMATIZED EASILY.
     If you still want to proceed into this mad and cruel world of famous
     people, be my guest.
Notes
     This will be filled with TRAUMATIC things like UNDERAGE RAPE (just
     for starters!), so I warn you once again.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** I promise *****
"No, I don't feel like it today." calmly said Miles tapping Alex on the
shoulder as he got up from his chair.
"Okay, but you'll be sorreh later." his friend mumbled and curved his lips
upwards as much as alcohol allowed him to contract his facial musculature.
Miles chuckled on this gesture. He knew exactly what will await him later in
the evening, so he might as well get some rest until then. Alex wasn't
particularly good at handling most things in his life, and of course, drinking
was one of them. Usually, his drinking night was made of several stages. First,
he would act very much like he does sober, maybe a bit more courageous, but
still that was it. Second, Miles' personal favourite srage, in which he would
start making jokes and genuinely relax. Thr third phase, in which he was now,
was the odd one- his mood could escalate from happy-go-lucky to almost
depressed; it was impossible to foresee which of these paths Alex would take,
but if Miles knew something it's that his friend is better left alone at those
times, as any given conversation could (actually, most likely, would) worsen up
the situation. Only certainty in phase three was that it will be followed by
the fourth and final phase- "rehab"; that's when the alcohol takes it's toll so
its consumer becomes barely conscious...and that's when Miles, or other close
friend, steps in to save the day.
As he walked through the corridors searching for his hotel suite, Miles
wondered in what condition will Alex return this evening; he sure hoped it
won't be like 4 days ago when he just collapsed in front of the door, every
part of his body motionless except for his eyed which looked as if he was
experiencing REM sleep phase. "But that was 4 days ago" he thought "surely he
learned his lession."
Unlocking the door, he pushed the thoughts of his friend away, concentrating on
the only thing that was important now- bed. The perfectly white sheets smelled
of some unknown fabric softener, which surprisingly felt really soothing,
making him think of spring and dandelions he used to pick in the park as a
child. Maybe he travels to those times during his short sleep? That would be
nice.
Quickly, he changed into more comfortable clothes and tucked himself in, but,
just as he was ready to set sails to kingdom of dreams, he heard someone
scratching the door. It annoyed him, but he assumed that maybe it was noice
coming from the other room...and than it hit him- they are alone on this flat,
there are no other rooms! So he got up and hurried to open the door, interested
in what he may find in front. When he finally did this, there was nothing to
see but a peice of paper neatly folded on the floor. "Strange" he said to
himself and picked it up "fans do give us presents, but they usually stay until
we open the door."
Tucking into bed once again, Miles started to examine the peace of paper- as he
had assumed, it was a letter. In the upper left corner were words "For Alex
Turner" and in the upper right corner was the todays date. He didn't stop here
tho, he read all of the letters content.
"Oh, sweet, another stalker. Wonder what she did with the last one...probably
beheaded her and took her arse as a trophy." he giggled to his own thoughts and
threw the letter to his nightstand.
About 3 hours has passed and Miles was woken up by a terrible noise that seemed
to have been a lame attempt at a cover of Blur's Girls And Boys. He knew it was
Alex, hopefully without company, because he really wasn't in the mood. But of
course, Alex did have company, a girl, blonde, in Doc Marten's that reached her
mid thighs and an impressive cleavage, yet she looked no more than 14 years of
age. It was rather unusual of Alex to bring such young girls to his room, but
who is Miles to judge him?
The couple rushed in as soon as the door swang open and went to the other part
of the luxurious suite. All Miles could hear now were quiet giggles, yet it
still bothered him, tho whsn he came to think of it, he was awkwardly thankful
to the girl for coming with Alex, saved him precious nerves he would have
instead used for sobering his mate up. Tricking himself that the couple would
be done soon, Miles turned around to sleep, but after some time, not only did
the noise get louder, it also had some sort if more serious tone. That was it.
He got up and went straight to Alex's part of the suite. Walking in, he saw
Alex thrusting his way into this girl rather violently, which itself wasn't the
unusual thing...what bothered Miles the most was the fact the girls mough were
covered by Alex's hand gripping them tightly and tears running down her
temporal area. She looked at Miles with eyes of a doe, pleading him to do
something, yet he wasn't sure what exactly. Still, he couldn't stand this siggt
any more, so he took Alex by the throat.
"That's enough, some of us are trying to sleep here."
Alex just blankly looked at his bandmate for couple of minutes until he finally
spoke to the girl. "Well ya heard him, get out me bed...or don't be so loud."
He than took a pillow and started pressing it on her face, but Miles shook him
of the girl.
"Come on, lets get you home." Miles said to the girl, giving her a hand to get
up. Her knees were trembling so much he was surprised she hadn't collapsed even
with his help. Feeling sorry for the poor girl, he called her a taxi and
escorted her to the door. Unexpectedly, she silently hugged him.
"There, it's ok. I just hope you don't mention this to anyone." He replied
petting her hair. She nodded, broke the hug and vanished down the corridor.
Angerly, Miles came in the suite again.
"You fucken idiot!" He yelled, but Alex was already vast asleep, far away from
the trouble he had made, leavig his bandmate to take care of it, as usual.
But sleep wasn't an option for Miles anymore. He was bitter, and angry, and
that bitter all over again. It was about time for Alex to take responsibility
for his actions, but every time he did sonething stupid Miles couldn't help but
do something to make the situation better...
"Well not anymore, you twat!" he thought.
But making that promise, Miles had forgotten a very important thing about Alex,
he was too tired and pissed to think of anything else but his own emotions.
All he could do now was wait for the dawn and pray that tomorrow goes as
planned.
***** Friends Forever *****
Morning sun shined so bright that Alex didn't even need any additional
awakening. He lifted his head in order to locate his phone and turn it off, he
didn't want any interruptions, at least not now while he's still hungover.
Rolling on the side he flet liquid from his stomach move up his esophagus, but
it had became unbearable only when he stood on his feet. Having lost control
over his body, he fell on the floor, grabbing the nightstand to protect himself
from smashing his face, but he realized that was a mistake soon enough, since
now he saw the blood dripping from his forehead. Energetically he closed his
eyes as tears ran like waterfalls down his cheeks, and before he could take in
his next breath, he started vomiting on the floor. There wasn't much to throw
out of course, but still a solid amount of red liquid came out. Alex started
shaking, not only because of his current condition, but also because he
couldn't remember having wine, or anything "colored" last night, and that made
him petrify, concentrating only on his burning guts and mouth. He sat there for
a solid amount of time, and probably would have continued to do so if he hadn't
heard Miles unlocking the door. Quicker than he could even see, mechanically
Alex threw the sheets on the place of his 'little accident' and started looking
for his trousers. By the time he had found them, Miles was already standing in
front of him.
There was something that intimidated him in Miles- his attitude, his looks,
maybe even his style; Alex couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but he knew
he was afraid...not all the time, but at times like these, definitely.
"Quite chippy this morning, aren't we?" Miles viciously asked and received
nothing as an answer.
"Aren't we Turner?" He came closer to his bandmate and grinned at his face,
yet, now given the reply in the form of a forced smile, Miles wasn't happy. In
fact Miles wasn't happy at all since last night, and now he needed to take it
out.
In a quick turn of events, Alex found himself lying on the floor once again,
only this time it wasn't induced by alcohol. Within a matter of seconds, before
he could think of moving a single muscle, he felt a kick in the stomach, and
than the chest, the ribbs, and finally his crotch. Pain echoed throughout his
weak body, and even if he could defend himself, he wouldn't have done it- he
knew he deserved it.
"Do you...have any IDEA...WHAT YOU JEOPARDIZED LAST NIGHT?" Miles screamed this
rhetoric question and shushed Alex when he tried to say some worthless excuse
for his behavior.
"Our careers, our lives, Alex. But...do you ever think about that? No,
certainly not with that head. Moron. If I wasn't there last night, you know
what you would be doing now? SCRUBBING TOILETS IN A PRISON, MY FRIEND. YOU
WOULD BE NOTHING!!! WOULD YOU AT LEAST SHOW SOME BLOODY RESPECT?!"
Alex said nothing, all he did was curl on the floor and weep like an old widow-
loud and honest. He was always honest about his feeling, and now he felt
terrible- the fear of destroying his work as a musician and loosing Miles as a
friend was overwhelming...
Meanwhile, his bandmate calmed himself down.
"We're lucky she is probably too scared to tell anyone. Are you aware of that?"
He spoke giving Alex a razor sharp glare until he was sure he was understood,
and than completely changed the tone of the conversation by cheerfully adding
"Come on now, get dressed, the interview's in 3 hours, plus we have to eat."
before moving into his part of the suite.
Alex obeyed the order, yet even after tidying himself up in the bathroom, he
still couldn't speak nor stand properly due to exhaustion. He than came to
Miles, opening his palm without the courage to look him in the eye. Thankfully,
he was quickly granted his wish and just moments after swallowing the pill he
felt his energy restored...a bit too much at the time, but it'll ware off until
the interview. He couldn't help but hug his friend- he took such great care of
him, always knowing his needs and a way out of every bad situation- if someone
had asked him at times like these how much he appreciated Miles, he would've
said that his bandmate was his guardian angel whom he loved more than any other
friend.
At the breakfast bar, everything went as usual and Miles started to brighten up
a bit. That is, until the waiter came by with these words.
"Mister Turner, early this morning a girl came and asked me to give you this"
and gave Alex a plain white letter.
"Could it be that the girl from last night was upto something?" he feared, so
he asked his friend to read the letter immediately, which he did:
"Hi Alex,
You didn't reply to my previous letter. I'm sure you have your reasons and you
don't need to explain them to me, I know you're a busy man. Just, please, could
we arrange a date already? I really want to take you to Disneyland!!! xoxo
P.S. The concert was a blast! But I saw that girl crying last night when she
left your suite... You didn't have any cotton candy for her? ;)”
This made both of them sweat in an instant.
"How is this not the same girl from last night? Now, besides evergthing else,
we have to deal with a stalker?" Miles voiced his thoughts.
"Maybe she isn't a stalker, you know you can see lots of stu-"
"Do you even listen to yourself Alex? Of course this is a stalker, she talks
about a previous letter. A letter that came to our suite door last night!"
"Wow, you failed to mention that one. And how do you know it's the same
person."
Miles sighed and took the letter. "I recognize the handwriting."
"Oh...it makes no sense tho, why would a stalker want to blackmail me? They're
supposed to love meh or sumthin."
"Yeah." Miles said quietly.
The rest of breakfast was spent in silence, and as they were about to leave the
same waiter came to their table to wish them a nice day. After thanking him,
Miles asked how long will he be workig today.
"Untill 8 p.m. ser, after all, we don't serve only breakfast." The man
chuckled.
Thanking him once again, the lads hit the road to meet with their interviewer,
they mustn't be late.
===============================================================================
Alex cried like a brat. "No, it's your fault, you said it was alright to take
it!"
Miles rolled his eyes "Only because I do something doesn't mean you can do it
too. You have your brain, your body- listen to it! It was ok for me to take a
couple of Mollies, but I'm not responsible for your lack of judgment."
"But, she will leave me."
"How many times have you two gone through this already? She will get back. You
know it."
Alex haven't said a word- the grief choked him like a snake. He knew all the
various ways to get his girlfriend back alright, but he hated actually going
through all of that again and again- why couldn't she just shut up about his
drugs? If she's boring and limited, that's her, his life is his only! But he
felt good with her...so at the end of the day, he guessed it was worth another
shot. Miles hugged him saying some words of comfort Alex now couldn't hear
anymore, sound of his thoughts was too loud, but he still liked having a hug...
Taking a deep breath, he spoke through his teeth "Ay mate, I think we shoul
eat, I'm starvin."
Miles agreed so he broke the hug and went straight to the dining room. He
wanted to do something else than just eat.
Having found the waiter from this morning, he called him over for a little
private conversation at his table.
"I'm sorry I hadn't asked earlier, but do you happen to know on what address my
friend could send a reply to the letter you gave him this morning?"
"You can only send the replies through me, that's what she said."
"I understand." Miles said and took out a wrapped up letter which he than, gave
to the man. "How would he recognize her?"
"She will be wearing a bright red sweater. Her hair is short and green."
"Al is being stalked fucking Christmas tree." Miles laughed to himself. "Thank
you." were the only words he voiced.
Quickly, he ran to the ordering table and ordered two dishes from the menu to
be taken to his and Alex's suite and ran up to convince him not to come down.
It was a close one.
During their dinner Alex seemed to behave normal, so Miles took it as a chance
to talk about their solo careers, a conversation he's been secretly mentally
preparing Alex for...
***** Paris *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
If he had held Miles as a last resort for anything, Alex was sure he would have
got through any situation you could possibly imagine, and even tho at some
points in life he felt rejected by his friend, somehow he always knew Miles
would come back for him... A strict teacher who cared for his apprentice deep
down. That must be the case, because Alex knew of no other person who would put
up with his own shit the way his friend did.
As they talked at the dinner table, Miles emitted a sort of crestfallen tone,
making Alex rather uncomfortable. Not wanting to loose a partner in crime like
that, he felt a need to do something about his current situation.
"All you need to do is say I sent you." Alex spoke, giving a piece of paper to
his colleague.
"Man, you don't have to do this... I don't even know what to tell them."
"Oh, shut up, will ya? Jus' say I'm your mate, and no worries for anything. I
mean, you have to do some asskissing, but that's about it." he responded a bit
harsh, yet in a friendy mood.
Miles smiled timidly, grabbed Alex's hand and expressed deep gratitude for what
his friend has done for him.
As they were heading to their room, Miles couldn't help but glow with
giddiness, for his plan has went as planned. Without doubt Alex was a ganious
in many areas, but when it came to socializing, he was an easy task, which is
why Miles loved him so much. With his incapability to hide anything, he
directly gave Miles the strings he needed to make this last shadow puppet
dance. He was his perfect icebreaker, road to big success and incredible
fame...
===============================================================================
Miles called it a day and went to bed rather early that night, which was a bit
strange, yet understandable since they did have quite a few obligations. Still,
Alex wasn't tired. With the strange hypomanic feeling in his chest, he suddenly
decided to pay a visit to the nearby club, begining to empty the bar as soon as
he entered and gaining all of the confidence he so badly craved for since his
conversation with Taylor.
It's almost like the sensation of being adored made him feel devine, and
alcohol gave him the power to be infallible, allowing him to do all things his
twisted heart desired without severe guilt attacks afterwards. And if others
dared to think he made mistakes, how could they, he was intoxicated! That
wasn't the real him- no way. An easy philosophy to live by, but a hard way to
make it priceless. Alex knew that for every silent witness there were two
talkative, and those had to be shushed- so why not a bit of whoring, bribe and
promises as long as their mouth are shut? Like it matters anyway. He is a God
and peasants can only bow, enchanted by his being.
But, the ever-changing circle of admirers can also be boring sometimes, so
"She's probably still crying" he muttered to himself sliding another sip of
vodka down his throat. "By the time I'm ready, she'll dry them out."
That had always been the case so far, and even if that night doesn't go by
schedule, he would know how to calm her down- it was as if he had a sixth sense
for that.
Walking slowly down the hollow streets, his mind entered it's most productive
stage, where the perfect balance of alcohol empowering and rationality was
held. He took out his phone and decided to video call his girlfriend, that way
he knew he'd leave a bigger impression.
She answered basically in the split of a second.
"Why are you calling?" Taylor said softly, rage shining from her swollen eyes.
"I'm sorry it's so late, love, I really wanted to do this privately..." he
replied making a slight pause befor he continued so he could observe her
reaction. It was satisfying- she seemed interested. "Listen, about tod-"
"What the fuck about it Alex?!" she suddenly yelled.
Taking a deep breath he continued "I could give you countless of reasons and
try to justify myself. But, you deserve better than that... All I can say is
the truth... I simply did it- no thinking, no nothing. I'm a brainless man,
without his guide."
"Alex, guides let their students go on their own after a while."
"Yes, and I am not ready. You know I'd never willfully disobey you...I need you
to show me how to kill this disease, Tay.... You're my love, I want to look at
you for the rest of my life...my long life." at this point his eyes got blurry
from tears and hers were running down in streaks.
"I hope so too." she said wiping her face "I don't want to loose you..."
through a grotesque smile she added "Ugh, why can't I hug you now?"
The conversation lasted for another hour and 35min and by the time it was over
both were smiling, glowing with positivity. When he finally came to the hotel,
Alex ran to his suite, feeling carefree and also in desperate need of rest.
"Master, you've done it again." were the last words he said to himself that
night, chanting them almost like a lullaby as he tucked in his bed.
===============================================================================
Two days had past since that night, and the casual flow of the band continued.
Sure, now they were at another town, but that didn't really affect them... The
sole thing they worried about at the moment was the sound of their upcoming
gig, considering the violinists (two brothers), had an emergency which will
prevent them from playing that night.
Of course, they tried contacting people who their colleagues recommend, but no
one could come, also asking anyone from the University of Arts was out of the
question because all students were at holding a concert of their own that very
night, and finally, no one seemed to know even a skillful amateur that could
help.
So the question stayed: How to find a decent replacement within less than 10
hours?
More lucky than anythig, the band found the solution quite unexpectedly.
An old man was passing by a pissed of Miles and heard his swearings, and being
a person that he is, he stopped to talk to the young man. Too tired to lie or
shoo the man, Miles told him about their situation in hope for the old man to
leave him to his misery than, but instead- the old man was the solution.
"I'd be happy to help young man!"
With disbelief in his eyes Miles thanked him and saked for his name.
"Jared Wilder."
"Mr. Wilder, I know this might sound obscure, but could you play both of these
parts?" Miles asked politely while handing him the notes.
"This is absolutely impossible achieving on one violin, but don't worry, I am
here with my grandson...he may be young, but his talent is remarkable. Consider
it done!"
Joy overwhelmed everyone, especially after they had made a good pay out deal
wih mr. Wilder. They could finally continue with other preparations, with a
little delay that is, but they managed.
After a successful concert, the band invited mr. Wilder and his grandson for
late dinner, but they got politely rejected with the excuse that they have a
long day ahead of them tomorrow.
Acting sorry, but feeling happy, Alex and Miles said goodbye to their
unexpected companions and head out for the bar instead to dinner. Logically,
big amounts of alcohol were involved, it was a stressful day after all, so
another surprise came- Alex skipped some of his bad drunk phases and basically
passed out on the table much to his own misfortune, since when he came to
himself a ton of disguisting pictures was already taken by his bandmate and
other colleagues... and there was nothing he could do about it.
Feeling heavy and sick from all the drinking, Alex decided to leave the bar and
go to his suite. This one was a bit further from the bar than the previous, but
he'll survive...or so he thought. As soon as he got up from his chair Alex
kissed the floor, thankfully not too hard since Miles was there to catch his
almost motionless body.
"Let's get your scrawny arse up mate." Miles said woth a giggle.
"U afin a giggl dere m8?" Alex muttered through a biggest, stupidest smile he
could possibly make, giving his friend a laugh attack that pinned them both to
the ground.
It took them another 8 minutes to get themselves up and head to the suite. As
they were passing through the wide entrance, Alex tripped over and knocked over
Miles with him.
"Man, fok the stairs, we'll use up the calories tomorrow. Let's go to the
elevator." The owl eyed man said and skipped to the elevator, patiently waiting
for his friend to crawl to him.
When they arrived at the sixth floor something seemed different... It wasn't
their floor.
So they went on he third, and fourth, second and fifth, but nothing gave them
even a slightest clue weather their room was there. Confused, the two decided
to knock on random doors asking for directions, because it was somehow better
than asking that receptionist with a murderous glare. Sure, they got various
insults and an old lady even hit Miles in the face with her hairdryer, but in
the end they, again, found a person that will help them.
She seemed nice when she opened the door in her light green nightgown, but
still Miles instinctively ducked from an imaginary hit. Laughing at his own
action, he asked her the same question he posed to those before, and
thankfully, she knew the answer.
The young woman was so kind she even unlocked the door for them, and offered
her help for Alex, who meanwhile passed out again; so Miles gladly let her in.
Before the owl eyed man slipped into the dream realm, he remembered he never
asked her for her name. It was Paris, and awkwardly, she wasn't from Paris.
"Cute" he thought, and invited her to stay the night...
"I see you need me" She said curving her luscious lips into a smile "but only
tonight."
She locked the door, and placed herself to sleep on a sofa.
 
But that wasn't where she was in the morning...
Chapter End Notes
     I tried using some tips you people gave me, so I hope this chapter is
     a bit better written than the previous two.
End Notes
     Did you get shivers down your spine? Should I continue? :D
     Please tell me honestly, this is my first TLSP fanfiction! xoxo
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