Storm // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

7. flowers

so i'm i've got a really bad cold and i just wanted t write irrelevant shit i'm s o sorry

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I woke up alone in the bed.

I frowned, squinting as I briefly darted my eyes across the room to see if Matty and George were still there, they weren't.

Our room was completely tidy and the window was open a crack with the curtains drawn. I smiled slightly.

My head was pounding viciously and I could barely keep my eyes open.

I sighed, dragging my fingers through my messy hair as I thought back to the night before.

I heard the bedroom creak open slightly. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at it. Matty tilted his head to the side and grinned at me.

"You're awake." He stated as he walked into the room carrying two mugs in his hands. He nudged the door shut with his foot and walked over to me, setting the mugs down on the bedside table on his side of the bed and falling backwards dramatically so that his head was in my lap.

"Your dad called." He said. I frowned a little, sitting up in the bed and running my fingers through his hair.

"You answered?" I asked, tilting my head to the side confusedly. He nodded.

"I thought it was Jamie or something," He shrugged and sat up, getting under the duvet with me. He handed me my coffee. I thanked him and sipped it, watching as he took large gulps from his.

"What's wrong?" I narrowed my eyes at him, I knew something was up, he usually relished his coffee.

He groaned.

"He wants us to go up there in three days."

I widened my eyes, setting my mug down in my lap. Matty stared at me, nervously awaiting an answer.

"What did you say?" I asked, he stuttered out a few words, making me glare at him. "Matty, what did you say?"

Matty sighed and squeezed my knee through the duvet.

"I said no." He put his coffee on the bedside table. I groaned.

"What exactly did you say?" I asked him.

"I said you wanted to spend your birthday here, with me..." He chewed on his bottom lip and watched me nervously.

"Fuck." I groaned quietly, leaning over and resting my face on his shoulder for a minute or so, the thin fabric of his shirt providing something nice for me to bite into out of frustration.

"Um, I- I tidied the floor... and I went out and bought you some flowers when I bought the coffee to say sorry, but I put them in my bag and they kind of broke." He said nervously. I shut my eyes for a couple of seconds and laughed softly.

"It's okay." I sighed, opening my eyes and squeezing his knee through the duvet like he did to me.

"When did George leave?" I asked as Matty dragged me closer to him.

"I dunno, 'bout twelve?" He mumbled before gently sinking his teeth into a small section of my neck. I laughed breathlessly as he darted his tongue out and pressed it down onto my skin.

I brought my mug up to my mouth and took a sip.

"We have to go, Matty." I said. He shook his head.

"No. Lizzy you know what's going to happen. It'd be best just to stay here, we could invite people over and get smashed or just go out somewhere together, we don't even have to do anything but I don't want us to go to Blackpool." He pulled his mouth from my neck. I frowned.

"Then I'll go alone." I said. He sighed.

"Lizzy, that would be even worse."

"I want to go. I want to see my dad, who I haven't seen for months."

Matty sighed.

"Fine. But if anything happens to you, we'll leave immdiately, okay?" He groaned, pressing his lips against the back of my neck.

My thoughts automatically travelled to Bryony. She would kill me when she found out.

I sighed, pushing our agreement to the back of my head. I mean, she didn't know anything about my dad, why should she tell me what to do?

"I'd better call him and say you made a mistake." I said.