Fell In Love In Stages // a matty healy fanfic

Dilated Pupils

Suddenly, the muffled bass from the party below swells, vibrating through the air until it feels like it's rattling my bones.

"Woah," I mumble, blinking.
"Something's happening."

"What is?" he asks, his brow furrowed.

"The music—it's so much louder. I can feel it. Like... my skeleton's a bowl of jelly, and the bass is this giant fist pounding on the table. Over and over." I trail off, my hazy head only thinking in abstract concepts now.

"How do you feel?"
"I feel good. Great, actually! I feel like I need to touch-" I trail off distracted and then without thinking, I reach out and bury both my hands in his luscious locks. I move my hands around and it feels fucking fantastic.
"Woooooooow how is your hair so soft I-"
He lightly grabs my wrists and pulls me closer to him. "Look at me" he says firmly and I obediently do as I'm told.

At first, I can barely make out his features in the dim light, but as if right on cue, a passing car sends a flash of light our way. His golden-brown eyes catch it perfectly, glinting like pools of molten honey, and I feel an inexplicable pull—like I could dive right in and never come up for air.

"Yup, just as I thought. You're rolling," he says, biting back a smirk.

"Rolling?" I repeat, blinking at him.

"Yeah, love. Your pupils are the size of the moon."

Wait. That can't be right.
Unless... someone spiked my drink?

OH MY GOD, SOMEONE SPIKED MY—

No, hang on.

A flashback hits me like a slap to the face: Charlie's drink earlier—the one with that weird aftertaste. And then another, more vivid memory surfaces: me nodding eagerly to something in the car on the way here.

Oh.

Oh.

This must be it. This is what I agreed to!

"I'm on molly!" I gasp, my voice climbing with shock before I dissolve into uncontrollable laughter.

"Yeah, no shit," he snorts, cracking up right along with me.