Storm // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

3. mouth

It was five minutes past five in the afternoon when Matty got back. I had finally managed to write a few pages, but I had spent most of the day drinking ice cold water and fanning myself with the Yellow Pages catalogue that for some reason, we always kept on the kitchen table.

"I'm back." He shouted to me from the door.

"Did you have fun?" I shouted back, taking my glasses off, saving the document and shutting my laptop. 

"It was good, yeah." He replied. I heard his unusually light footsteps on the wooden floor as he walked from the door to the kitchen.

He kissed the top of my head as he walked into the kitchen. I unintentionally pushed myself upwards in my chair, just to feel more of him.

He moved away before I could stand up, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him full on his lips. I sighed inaudibly as I watched him weave through the kitche, getting the kettle, walking to the sink, filling it with water, lugging the heavy kettle back so that he could boil it. He opened the creaky cupboard door that had been in need of an oil for a good four months and took out two mugs.

"Tea or coffee?" He asked me, but he knew already because he took two tea bags from the cupboard and tossed them into the bottom on both of our mugs.

"Tea please." I said. He smiled at me.

"I love you." He grinned at me. I shook my head.

"Shut up and make out with me."

His eyebrows creased, but he grinned even more, pulling my up from the chair I had been sitting on for god knows how long, my weak legs almost buckled beneath me. I laughed giddily, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, making him smirk.

"You just can't keep your hands off me-" I flicked his shoulder with my thumb and forefinger.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, but as soon as his face got closer to mine, he pulled away, making me glare at the space between his eyelids.

"What?" He laughed.

"Oh, just you." I replied in mock nonchalance. Matty shrugged as the kettle turned itself off. He picked it up and carried it to our mugs, meanwhile I made my way to our rather bare fridge to get some milk.

I shut the door behind me and put it down on the counter next to Matty.

"Thanks." He said, awkwardly bumping his him against me. I laughed quietly.

He tipped the milk into the cups rather recklessly, making it splash up the sides, but I didn't mind, because that was his existence in a whole.

"Um, Jamie wants us to start doing shows again... Well, everyone does to be honest." He admitted, making the smile drop from my face. I knew that I couldn't wrap him up in cotton wool forever, but I was scared. Scared for him, sometimes scared of him.

"When?" I asked, not really paying attention.

"He said if we did, it wouldn't be for a couple of months." He shrugged. I nodded and walked closer to him, winding my arms around his torso from behind. I rested my face on his back.

"Okay." I said into his shirt. His hands found mine without him even having to look.

"I love you so fucking much, Matty."

"I love you too."

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SHORT UPDATE BUT AYY I NEEDED TO bc im about to go out with my mum and line up for the records!!!!!! omg wish me luck. i'll prob get sex but idk what will be available.

ty for being sweethearts <3