Disallowed ⇔ Matty Healy

Chapter 7

~Matty~

The car pulled into a huge driveway, er, Darren? Put his foot down so the house came into view quicker. Or fucking mansion. It's huge. I lower my head, looking through the window to get a better view.

"This is your home?" i whispered to the lad. Keeping my eyes on the building.

He looked at me with a grin. "M-hmm" he nodded. Already unfastening his belt.

"Della, we're home sweetheart" Maria turned her head to speak to Della who was fast asleep now.

"Oi" Danny nudged his elbow into her to wake her. She shot up in a panic, as though a gun fire shot just went off. I can't help but laugh.

She hears, and obviously isn't happy that i found it amusing. As she quickly unfastens her belt, giving me a glare. And swings the door open to get out. Slamming it behind her.

I get out, and wait at the boot to grab my things. "Oh Darren will get those for you. Come on, lets get you inside and I'll show you your room" Maria smiles at me and ushers me into their house.

I wolf whistle the instant I'm inside as i take a quick look around me. This place is fucking huge. Rich bastards. It's alright for some, aye?

I follow Maria up the winding staircase. Making a mental note to myself to slide down the banister of this beast at some point. The stairs seem never ending.

We finally get to the top. There's about eight different doors up here. This landing is the size as those junkies i last lived with - entire house.

"Nice place" i voice my thoughts, unaware i wanted to even speak.

She looks over her shoulder at me "Thank you. I do hope you start to treat this as your home and settle in well" she smiles at me before coming to a halt in front of a door.

She gestures with her hand for me to walk in first. I grab the handle, pushing the door open slowly. A huge room pops out in front of me. "Holy sh-" I stop myself. Clearing my throat. "This is huge. This is just my room?" i ask, gobsmacked.

She nods. "Yes" She stands watching me as i take a look around. I even have my own fucking bathroom. How mint is this? And a double bed. Shit. "Will it do?"

"Yeah!" I exclaim, a little over the top. "I mean-" i try again. Less excited this time. "It'll do" i shrug. Seeming unfazed at this point.

She coughs lightly into her hand. "Well, I'll give you some space. Dinner will be done shortly. I'll give you a call" She tells me. She's just about to close the door when a door slamming shut, sounds from down the landing. She rolls her eyes, making me chuckle slightly. "She'll warm up to you" she tells me with a nod.

I'm left alone in my room. In this massive. huge, over the top bedroom. That's mine. I can't even get over the simple fact that i have a damn double bed. First time! That's a big deal to me.

I find myself wondering what their rooms are like. Especially Della's. She comes across as such a spoilt brat. Who probably gets her own way all the damn time. She's definitely a daddy's girl. I can just see it. I'll eventually take a sneak in her room at some point. And maybe i won't sneak. I'll just do it... because no doubt it will piss her off.

Man, she's.... she's kinda hot when she's annoyed. I can't even denie that to myself. There's something. A turn on, when chicks get angry. It does it for me.

Shit. Maybe never admit to that again, Matty. That's just plain wrong now.

There's a knock on my door as soon as i start to unpack my bag and hang my clothes up.

I swing the door open. Having to drop my head to realize it's actually her stood there. Damn, she's short. "Um, dinner's ready" she basically mumbles, then starts chewing on her thumb.

"Okay" i call to her when she just walks off without giving me chance to reply.

Again, she's pissed off. And again... It's hot.

We gather around the table. I can't denie the slight thud of disappointment when Maria and Danny take the seats next to me. And Della goes far out of her way to state, once again. That she dislikes me by sitting at least three chairs away from us all. So she's practically all the way down the sodding table on her own.

We begin to plate up. And i can't lie. It smells good! It's been, what? Years, since I've had a proper cooked meal.

I pick my folk up. About to shovel some food into my mouth when Maria ask's if I'd like to say grace.

"Er..." Shit. What's that? I mean, i know. I've seen it on films and stuff. But, people actually do that? What the hell do you say? Nah... I'll pass. I clear my throat. "No thank you" i stare down at the floor. Hoping i don't get a lecture or anything.

The room falls silent, Maria throws me a content smile before Della bursts into laughter. At what? Me? What's so funny?

"That's fine darling. Darren?" Maria speaks up, cutting Della off and throwing her a warning scowl.

We're all almost done. The table's been rather quiet until Darren starts off an attempt at a conversation with me. "So, Matthew?" he finishes chewing, holding a finger up. Which makes me laugh. Why start if you're not finished eating? "Do you have any hobbies or anything? I noticed a guitar?" he picks up some bread and begins to eat again. Looking across a couple of times before i reply.

Not answering straight up because i feel Della's eyes snap onto me as soon as her dad's finished speaking. I stare back at her, and we strangely enough seem to be able to hold each others gaze for a couple of seconds until she suddenly snaps her eyes away from mine and drops her head.

I take my attention back to him. "Er, yeah. Just playing the guitar really" i nod. Remembering i have this song i need to get finished at some point.

"I'd love to see you play" he tells me with a tap on the shoulder as he stands, passing me to take his plate into the kitchen.

"You like the guitar, don't you?" Maria says to Della.

"What?" Della quizzes, confused.

"The guitar, honey. Listen when people are talking to you. Seriously, It's like talking to a wall sometimes" she laughs lightly as she dabs the sides of her mouth with a napkin.

"No. My boyfriend does though. He plays the guitar" she says it like it's aimed at me. And i figure it is when i look across at her and her eyes are back on me. Now with a cocky smirk.

So she has a boyfriend then?

I roll my eyes at her. Suddenly in a foul, stinking mood with her again.

Della's the only one still eating. "You can wash up when you're done" Maria tells her as she stands to leave the table.

"That's what we have a dishwasher for" she complains like a stroppy child.

"No arguments" her mum bites back.

"I'll help her" i offer quickly. Only to wind her up some more and find out a little about her. And this boyfriend of hers... if i can.

"Don't be silly. You don't have to do th-"

I cut her off "No. I'd like to. As a small thank you" i tell before she walks out with an "okay then"

"You're washing. I'm drying then" Della stands, scraping the chair back behind her before she walks past me. Letting out the loudest belch I've ever heard in my life.

I watch her out of the room. Not being able to stop the smile spreading across my face.