Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R T W E N T Y T W O //

I continuously pressed the top button on my phone to turn the screen on. It was dead. Great. I dreaded talking to Matty, I didn't want to, and we had managed to make it the entire way in silence.

"Matty, can I use your phone." I asked.

He looked over at me, "I didn't bring it, its in the house." He opened the passenger's door. I got out of the car, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I hoped he didn't notice how poorly I drove.

"Can I come in really quick to use it then?" I asked.

He nodded, he just looked depressed. It made me even more depressed. His expressions were sad, and worried. He always looked serious, but not like this...this was something else. It drove me insane.

I followed behind him to the door, his keys jumbled around in his hand as he searched for the right one. It took him ages, I hugged myself to stop the cold. I wondered what time it was, I knew it was late, and my dad was going to kill me...but I'd rather get killed that way, than by Matty leading us into a car accident. He finally opened the door and let me in first. I stepped in and looked around, it felt weird.

I hadn't been there in so long, yet everything still looked exactly the same. I knew we were alone, I didn't see George's car in the driveway, which was sad. I kind of wanted to see him, just to say hello. I hadn't talked to him, either, in a long time.

I followed Matty to the hallway which led to the back rooms while he looked for his cell. I envied his ability to not know where his phone was, let alone not bring it with him at all. I needed my phone beside me or in my hand all hours of the day, no matter what. I felt incomplete without it. Pathetic, but reality.

I couldn't stand the silence between us any longer, even though it was I who chose it in the first place. I followed him into his bedroom, walking slowly, just in case I changed my mind before I made it all the way in...I didn't.

I actually never saw his bedroom before, it was nice...average....but nice. And messy, clothes sprawled around and random books and CD's as well.

"Why?" I got up the courage to ask him. He took his phone out at last, handing it to me.

"What?" He asked, surprised that I had finally spoken.

"Why did you do it, sleep with Elaine." I asked him, holding my breath as I awaited the answer.

"Oh now you want to know?" He asked.

I tossed his phone onto his bed, crossing my arms, "yeah."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Cause I wanna know."

"Well I don't want to tell you now. Call your daddy and go home." He said.

Before I knew it I shoved him as hard as I could with tears falling down my face. They felt as if they were glass, leaving cuts against my face.

He stepped back on his left foot, holding himself up, though he barely moved at all. He looked down at me, what looked like biting his tongue from saying anything rash.

"I went to her office. I was depressed, and she was there. She came home with me, we had drinks. Then that happened. I didn't know you would end up here--"

I shoved him again, feeling even worse, "SO IF WE NEVER CAME YOU WOULD HAVE HID IT FROM ME?!"

"ITS NOT LIKE YOU WERE MY GIRLFRIEND OKAY!" He shouted.

"BUT YOU TOLD ME YOU LIKED ME! YOU LIED TO ME, MATTY! OKAY THAT'S WHY I'M MAD, YOU LIED TO ME!"

I shoved him again, and again, I was losing it. I couldn't control myself, before I knew it I was attacking him. I shoved him, I slapped him, I hit him any way that I could, breaking down right before him.

"I DIDN'T LIE TO YOU!"

"YOU DID!" I pushed him again, he grabbed me by my arms, preventing me from moving.

"I didn't, okay." He said, looking me in the eyes wistfully. He pressed his forehead against mine, still holding onto me, "I didn't lie to you."

I stared back at him, my heart skipping several beats.

"I love you." He said.

I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly, my face felt hot. I couldn't hold back the tears as they continued to fall.

"I LOVE you," He shook me as I was vulnerable to his hold, "and you love me too."

"Matty, STOP!" I yelled, "You'll tell me anything I wanna hear to make things better right now."

"You love me," he urged, "and you're afraid of that."

"I'm not,"

"Then what are you afraid of, me?"

I shook my head, opening my eyes.

"She was nothing." He said, "I didn't care about her...and I haven't seen her since." He looked at me reassuringly. "I care about you, I'm a guy, I know that's no excuse but we do stupid shit."

He released me from his hold and kissed me, holding onto my hips. I kissed back, unsure of what to do with my arms, which felt sore from his grip. He deepened the kiss, allowing it to grow. I wrapped my arms around his neck at last. He laid me down on his bed gently, still holding the kiss. I pulled away slightly, and opened my eyes, so did he, breathlessly staring down at me.

"I do love you too." I said...I did, I could feel it in my heart. I could feel it in his eyes. I could feel it in the butterflies I had in my stomach and in the heavy beat that wouldn't leave my heart alone.

He smirked and kissed down my neck softly, running his hands up my sides underneath my blouse, then allowing them to make way up my back and over my bra strap, sending chills up my spine. It went loose as he unhooked it, He sat up and lifted his shirt off, tossing it aside. I ran my fingertips across his chest as he got me out of my blouse, then slid my bra down my shoulders.

He looked at me as my bare skin was exposed, then his eyes trailed back up to mine. I bit my lip slightly.

I had never been in this position before, I felt nervous and excited all at the same time. He reached over and turned off the light.