The Understudy (hiatus)

Chapter Fifteen - Tydelynn (Part One)

Matty sprung away from me as a glass of water came surging over both of our heads. It completely drenched Matty's hair and trickled all down my back, making me shiver and develop goosebumps in the cold night air of the gardens.

"Dan, what the hell?" Matty yelled, staring at him in disbelief. I bit my lip and looked over at Kyle, who was stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging open.

"What are you playing at man? That's my girlfriend!" Dan roared in Matty's face, pointing at me.

Wait, what? Were we actually a thing? Oh hell, no wonder he was so mad. I'd gone and got with Matty right in front of him. But in my defence, I hadn't been in a relationship since I was sixteen, and that was a period in my life blurred by blue bruises and brandy - I didn't know how to spot when you're in a relationship. Besides, Dan and I hadn't even talked about it. Surely I'd have to agree to be his girlfriend? Right? Or nowadays, do you just automatically become a thing if you've kissed a few times and admitted you want to keep kissing?

God, this was so complicated. Oh hell.

"You told me you weren't a thing?" Matty said softly to me, his eyes boring into mine.

Dan's face made my heart hurt so much. It just dropped, all the emotions he had just fell away from his face, and he looked at me.

"What?" He whispered at me.

"We never talked about this, I didn't think we were," I replied, trying my hardest not to cry in front of them both.

"Oh, so you just go around kissing people?" Dan snapped, scowling at me.

I felt like I'd been slapped in the face. Why was he being like this? We never talked about being together, and as far I knew - we weren't. He was acting like I'd just had sex with Matty or something stupid like that. He was embarressing me and making me look like a lying slut in front of Matty - which I wasn't.

"Mate, just leave it," Kyle said, pulling Dan by the arm. He looked worried, like he was sure Dan was going to sock Matty in the nose within the next few minutes if he didn't leave.

"Leave my girlfriend, Matt," Dan warned, before walking away with Kyle.

I hated how he was behaving. He was acting like he owned me, we'd kissed a few times. Big deal - we hadn't got married for goodness sake! The more I thought about the way he was behaving, the more angrier I got. Not a good idea, my temper was worse and far more prominent if I had alcohol. Which, of course, I had done.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Dan. Get lost, I'll see you tomorrow," I yelled at him.

He stopped and spun around to face me. I could see Matty staring at me in the corner of my eye as well.

"Tomorrow?" He repeated, staring at me.

"I'm not your girlfriend, and don't expect me to be back in your hotel room tonight," I said, glaring at him. He started to walk away again, and I felt like he wasn't taking any notice of what I was saying. I needed to hurt him, make him feel as much anger and embarressment as I did right now. But what could I say?

"And don't come knocking on my hotel room, because I won't be in there either,"

That did it. Dan's face was a picture of sadness, anger and embaressment. Just what I'd wanted, and I didn't even regret saying it. I felt better knowing he felt as sour as I did. Even if it caused me to convince him that I was going to be staying with Matty tonight.

What a slut I was.

When Dan and Kyle had left, Matty turned to me.

"What the hell, Tyde?" He whispered. I started to cry then, and he pulled me in for a hug.

"I didn't think we were a thing, I swear. I swear, Matty, I'm not a whore," I wept into his chest.

"Tyde, I don't think you're a whore. Calm down, love," He mumbled, rubbing my back.

After a while of me attempting to gain composure, and a lot of soothing back rubs and hugs from Matty, he pulled up a serious question.

"Where are you actually going to stay?"

I looked up at him, and he was smirking lightly. I leaned in and kissed him again, and soon we were leaving the club.

I ended up sleeping with Matty Healy.

Smart move...