Storm // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

2. coffee

// At a standstill in time

 You and I 

Steal a moment of passion,

Of pain 

Look no further,

Death on your shoulders. - unknown //

Matty's POV

It hurt to see her hurt, and it hurt even more knowing that I was the one hurting her, even if she knew it wasn't intentional. 

She sat at the table in our kitchen, wearing one of my baggy tops, sipping black coffee from her favourite porcelain mug. It was white and shiny with a painting of a few butter cups on it. She flicked through the news paper, furrowing her eyebrows together. 

"This is all shit." She mumbled, putting the peper down and finishing her coffee. 

I leaned over her and kissed the top of her head. 

"When are you going to meet Jamie?" She asked, I shrugged my shoulders. 

"I dunno, he said about two." I mumbled into her hair, she nodded, glancing at the clock above the kitchen window that looked out on the surrounding buildings. 

"You've got an hour, you should probably put some jeans on." She laughed, I grinned and stroked my fingers through the tangled ends of her hair. 

"Never." I smirked at her, making her mock-grimace. She turned around to look at me. 

"No one wants to see that, Matty." She nodded her head towards my boxers. I shrugged. 

"You don't seem to mind. Anyway, it's not like I'm naked." 

"Are you actually considering this?" She asked, bursting out into a short fit of laughter that seemed very unlike her, unless she was drunk or high. 

"Of course I am." I laughed, then kissed her forehead, then I went to put some jeans on.

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Lizzy's POV

Matty had been out for ten minutes, and the second he stepped out of our flat, I found myself worried sick. 

I sighed, swinging my legs in the air and staring down at my phone, sitting on the kitchen table next to my laptop. I wouldn't let it out of my sight, just in case. 

I shut my eyes and opened them again, before picking up my phone and sending a quick text to Jamie. 

'Can you please text me when Matty gets there?'

I sent it, feeling dumb and far too anxious. 

'No problem.' Jamie replied, setting me at ease a little more. 

I sighed again before pulling my laptop closer to me and turning it on, knowing that I couldn't let my worries for Matty turn everything I had planned that day to shit.

But somehow no matter how hard I tried to think of something else, I never could.

After a well calculated fifteen minutes, Jamie sent me another text.

'Matty's here, safe and sound.' He added a smiling face at the end, making me wonder whether or not he was mocking me.

Matty never seemed as bad around his friends or family. There were obvious things that occasionally happened, an outburst, refusing to get in a car, sometimes even walking close to roads. If people brought up the accident, which we had all learned not to do, he would get very uptight.

I thought back to a little after Matty and I came back to London. His mum and Louis had come down for the day and during dinner, his mum was talking about the crash. Matty flipped out, he shouted at her and was close to pushing his dinner on the floor but I managed to keep the plate away from him. That night had been tough, he'd cried and screamed into my chest for about an hour after Denise and Louis left, before finally letting sleep take over his body.

I sighed quietly as I chewed my fingernails, staring at the screen of my laptop.

I couldn't do this. I hadn't written anything of use in weeks. I seemed to have lost the knack. I wasn't sure how I would get along in college in September, if I even got in. Matty seemed adamant that I would get in and that I would do well, but he was my boyfriend, he had to say that.

Boyfriend.

I couldn't help grinning. It had been this way ever since we got together.

Boyfriend.

No matter what the circumstances, I couldn't help being delighted by the thought of that.