Wasted Youth // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

24~

I woke up with Matty's lips pressed tightly against the back of my neck. His body curling around mine, both of us covered by multiple blankets.

"Julie..." He mumbled quietly into my skin, making me laugh a little. He laughed. "You ticklish?" I shook my head suddenly as his hands moved to my stomach.

"No..." I said, holding my breath as he began tickling me.

"Really?" He asked, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. I shivered as he darted his tongue out to lick across my skin for a moment.

"Nope. Not in the slightest." I mumbled, letting out a small laugh.

"Really?" He asked again, his fingertips dancing across my stomach.

"Piss off, Matty!" I laughed, rolling over, clutching my belly and frowning at him jokingly.

"You look lovely like this." He mumbled suddenly, placing his forefinger on my chin and slowly dragging it downwards across my skin and down the valley between my boobs.

"Naked?"

"No," He hesitated. "Well, yeah, but that wasn't what I meant." He chuckled slightly. I shook my head and tried to conceal the curl of my mouth.

"What did you mean then?" I asked him. He traced his finger back up and stopped just before he touched my flushed lips.

"You just look relaxed. Happy." He said, shrugging his shoulders gently. I rolled my eyes at him.

"And why, pray tell, do you think I'm happy?" I raised an eyebrow and grinned at him across the pillows.

"Because you had the pleasure of fucking me last night." He shrugged and winked at me. I laughed and reached over, landing a gentle playful slap on his bare shoulder. He pouted at me and I laughed quietly, burying my head in his neck.

I'm not going to lie, it felt weird, being naked in my bed with Matty, also naked, lying alongside me, even after the events of the previous night.

I no longer knew what would become of us. I didn't really want to see him at all, I was putting Olivia and my mum in danger, but I also didn't want Matty to be unsafe, which would mean I would have to see him.

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Matty's POV

I didn't want to put her and her family in danger.

There hadn't been much going on recently, but I owed some guys money, and I didn't know how I would deal with that.

I stroked my hand through her thin hair. The sunlight streaming in from the window behind me made it shine brightly, fuck, it made all of her light up, every small section of skin. Fuck.

Neither of us wanted anything serious, we knew that. But the problem was, we didn't know if we could handle anything too casual.

She pressed her lips against my collar bone and began sucking on in for a few seconds, making a quiet hum slip from my mouth.

I slid my hand down from the top of her head to her lower back and pulled her closer to me.

"What time is it?" She asked in the space of time she spent regaining her breath between sucking on my collar bone and digging her teeth into the crook of my neck.

I glanced at the clock of the windowsill that was next to me.

"Seven o'clock." I said. She nodded her head, quickly sitting up and pushing her hair onto her other shoulder.

I took a deep breath and watched helplessly as she began slowly ruining my life in the sweetest way possible.