intoxicated // your love // (m.h)

// 6 //

The next day they followed Ross to the ICU.

While they waited for Ross to get his medications and getting PET scanned, Matty called Sheryl. Yesterday Matty just told her he was out of town but he never explained why.

"Well, is your friend okay?" she asked him sounding genuinely worried.

Matty nodded his head, "Yeah, he is alright. But Sheryl, I will be back in a few days. Would you like to meet then?" he asked her.

There was no surprise that Matty searched comfort from a girl, especially not when his friend was in such pain. This caused Matty pain too. But he wouldn't use Sheryl like that, he care about her well enough to do something like that. If he wanted pleasure he would have searched somewhere else.

"Of course, I'd love that." Sheryl said.

"Goo-"

"But, Matty, I really have to go, I'm so so sorry. I have work, uhm, tell your friends I said hi, okay. Bye." she said and then hung up.

While waiting for the results -everyone except George, because he had to work- Matty scribbled down some ideas for a poem in his little black journal he had brought with him. In this journal he expressed his life, he liked to write poetry, he said, but he was no poet, he also said.

It is black here, and it is black inside

It is poisoning his blood, and it is bruising his skin

It is cruel to everyone, but sometimes lures to death

It will never be a friend, even if you tried

It exists in us all, just in some of us it lives

It can never get cured, it will always stay

Even if you try, it will never behave

Matty did not always like his poems to rhyme, he said it is not realistic. Life doesn't really work on a straight line and it definitely doesn't come out as easy as a rhyme.

He thought back to the time in Manchester, before he moved to New York. And he remembered the reason to why he left. That -

"Matty!" someone called him out of his thoughts. He put down his journal, looking to face Ross whom was clothed with a pair of grey

sweatpants and a hoodie helping him from freezing.

"What is it?" Matty asked, his british accent still as clear as Ross's.

Ross smiled widely, showing his teeth. He walked over to Matty and sat down on the chair next to him.

"The tumor has gotten smaller, like way smaller." Ross explained, he smiled widely, finally there is a chance that he could get decently cured.

Matty didn't say anything at first, he was too stunned, he ended up smiling instead. This was the best new so far for Matty and he was so happy for his friend.

Matty leaned in to hug Ross, he squeezed hard around his shoulders -anyway as hard as it was possible not to hurt Ross. Ross hugged Matty back.

"That is wonderful! Just Wonderful!"

-

"Sheryl, I'll be home tomorrow night, change in plans, call me." Matty said to the phone he was holding. Sheryl hadn't answered his last 5 calls this past hours and now he was worried. He thought at first that she was working but she never used to work this late at mornings, it was almost 6 am in the US.

Matty sighed and ran a hand through his dark curly hair. He sat leaned back in one of the couches watching some shit program on the TV while everyone was asleep. He put his phone down on the old coffee-table and grabbed the bottle of beer instead. Maybe she was mad for him not being there? Maybe she was lonely? He thought of any possible excuses and many of the were not good. Maybe he was paranoid but at least he cared.

He tried to call her a few more times with no answer in return so maybe she was asleep although it was a tuesday and she was going to collage.

He stood up and decided to go out instead, he was not tired and nothing on the TV was amusing him. He came to a bar a few blocks down where he used to go to before. As he stood and waited for his drink at the bar he heard someone call behind him.

"Matty?!" the womans' voice cut through the air like a knife. It was sharp and false. He knew exactly who this was.

He slowly turned around and tried to smile at the two faced cow whom was standing in front of him now with a wide grin on her lips. "How lovely, huh?"

She sat down on the chair next to him, propping up her head with her hands. "Soo, what has brought you to our little town again?" she giggled, twirling a finger in one of her blonde locks.

"Jane," he spoke, 2nice to see you too." he ignored his question and she leaned in to him instead.

"Ugh, is it because of Ross? Poor soul but we all knew something was wrong even from... You know, back then." she looked down at him and then up to his eyes again, moving her hand to his thigh, "if you feel sad or... Lonely." she chuckled a little as if she remembered something from back in time, "Well, you know I'm here for you."

Matty who usually would've gotten amused by her offer patted away her hand from his leg.

"I'm fine, thanks."

She rolled her eyes at him, "Stop being a pussy, now Matt. Now what is going on with you, sweetie? Never would you ever say no to what we had?"

"We never had anything." Matty spoke through gritted teeth. Jane had leaned in to him now, almost as she was going to whisper something in his ear but was interrupted by Matty being pulled off his chair. Matty who had fallen to the ground couldn't quiet make out what had just happened and felt a punch at his jaw. There was one more hitting him right under his eyes. It would be a visible black eye later, but he couldn't worry about that now. All Matty tried to do now was to get up and see who was punching him.

"You twat! Don't touch her ever again!" he heard a man shout and then one more punch was thrown at his face. When the punches was no longer coming at him he squinted his eyes open, feeling his left one already being sore. He saw the man who had attacked him through a blurry sigh but could make out who it was anyway. Terry.

Terry was Janes' boyfriend from a long time back, they broke up and got together as fast as the moon went down and the sun rises. They never made such a good team together and Matty coming back didn't really make it better for them. Jane and Matty had history together, somewhat sexual. One time Terry ran in to them at one of the local bathrooms at a party and ever since then have he always hated Matty.

Jane in the other hand, always blamed Matty for pushing her and for that reason she always got away with it. Terry was like a mouse and she was the snake.

"There goes your boyfriend." Matty informed Jane as Terry was dragged out of the pub. Matty brought a hand to his mouth and dried away some of the blood from his broken lip, but that only caused to blood to cover a bit of his cheek instead.

"You are such a twat!" she whined at him, "Just leave Terry alone!"

Everyone in this pub knew she didn't mean a word of what she was saying, she just wanted to make a scene.

"You did wrong in coming back here Matthew Healy! Oh, praise the lord for my relationship to be in good hands." she shook her head and trailed out of the pub in search for her boyfriend.

Matty stood up and sat back down on the bar-stool. He shook his head to the man in behind the bar. "Tequila, thank you, I could use a lot of those."

a//n

omg i feel so bad for ya, i havent updated in a month and this chapter sucked wow ive been stuck and just kinda like written a lot in guns n kisses srry guy ily anywayy xx