Fell In Love In Stages // a matty healy fanfic

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~A.N: mildly spicy para coming up hehe 🌶️🌶️🌶️
1/5 spice

I nod vigorously.
"Come on, then. Get up!" he says, taking my hand and pulling me upright.
We make it back inside and another local band is on stage, but even their best song pales in comparison to the band before them.
I spot the girls and when we get there, George grabs Matty by the shoulders and shakes him violently. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!! Where have you been??? We've been looking all over for you! Jamie said, and I quote, '9 AM tomorrow, my office'!" George says in his best Jamie impression. "That's fucking fantastic!" Matty screams back at George.
"Am I missing something?" I ask, a bit confused.
"So basically," Adam who's come up for air from making out with Sophie chimes in, "Jamie Oborne is a friend of the band who's agreed to manage us" he says, going right back to tonguing Sophie when she pulls his face into hers from excitement.
"What? So you're signing to a record label?" I say, now barely being able to contain my own.
"No my love," Matty turns to me, " we," he motions his fingers back and forth from the boys, "are starting our own record label" he says, throwing his hands up in the air for dramatic effect and the boys hoot in unison while Ross claps Matty's back with pride.
"This calls for a round of shots!" Lacey exclaims and her and George scurry off towards the bar. Sophie and Adam excuse themselves to go be young and in love somewhere else and Ross walks over to a girl sitting two tables away from us who'd been giving him the eyes all night.
"What are we celebrating?" I hear a familiar voice call out from behind me. I don't turn around. But in no time she's standing between Matty and I. I scoff inward. How symbolic.
We all just stood there for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say.
"Molly. I know I've been a dick to you," Matty breaks the silence before being cut off. "What? You're doing this now? Right here? In front of your catch of the week?" I look at her and my blood boils. I wanted so badly to grab her hair extensions and slam her head against the table but Matty interjects. "Listen, I owe you an apology for ghosting you, but I will not have you speaking to my girl this way." I look at him now. 'My girl' he says with so much ease. So effortlessly it rolls off his tongue. His composure, calm and collected, but just like the weather outside, a storm was brewing in his eyes.
Molly was taken aback. Speechless, I'm sure, for the first time in her life. Matty spoke in a manner that demanded to be obeyed. "I've only ever seen you as a friend. I should've told you sooner, but I didn't want to lose you. And before you say anything, I know that's bullshit. And selfish of me. But I'm done being selfish. We're not good for each other. With you, I'm reckless. But with her..." he trails off, catching my eyes for a split second before turning back to Molly. He sighs deeply. "I'm just sorry. And you deserve someone who reciprocates your feelings wholly. But that will never be me."
I turn to look at molly and notice her eyes welling up. My heart goes out to her, truly. We've all been in her shoes at some point. My hands instinctively dart towards her, forming the shape of a hug, but it hangs in mid-air when she puts one hand up and stops me. The gesture isn't hostile. She's smiling tenderly through the tears. I drop my hands and she turns towards Matty saying, "I love you so much, Bunny. Every time you came back, I convinced myself it was for me and not for the vices. I'm sorry. For everything." And with that, she walked away.
We were frozen in place for a long time. I stood there thinking about how I was never really a believer of words. Like when Charlie made a promise or when my dad made reservations. The I-Love-Yous, the Let's-Meet-Soons, but what I had just witnessed held more weight than everything else combined.
"Woah" Lacy cuts the tension. "What did we miss?" I hear her say while placing the tray of shot glasses on the table. But I am overwhelmed with the urge to draw him close. I reach across the table and grab him by his beautiful brown locks and pull him closer. We kiss then and there, with a sense of urgency. Like I needed to make up for lost time. I might have spilled the shots but I couldn't care less. I didn't care who was around or who was watching. For once, I didn't have a care in the world. I sigh as we part, his face now framed by hair that had tumbled- I hadn't noticed when- to his shoulders. I taste the saltiness in his mouth from the tears that had long ceased. I make a soft fist in his hair. This is what it must feel like, I think, to hold a cluster of sea weeds and I am transported to the ocean where I am drowning. I come up for air and when the ringing in my ears subsides, I hear Lacy giggling over the table upon which we laid.
"Wow" is all he lets out before saying with equal urgency, "George. Keys." George does what any good wingman does and tosses him the keys. Before I know it, we take off running, weaving through the endless sea of people, very reminiscent of the first night we met. We run to the parked car and giggle like children when he fumbles the keys and drops it to the ground. "Whoops" he says exaggeratedly and we giggle again. He finally manages to pry the door open and we both get in the back seat. The windows are tinted and the sexual tension in the air is palpable. The giggling stopped abruptly when we realised the weight of the situation. We just stared. It wasn't awkward, it was more like neither one of us knew how to make the first move. I would think he'd know what to do in these types of situations. He'd been in this car before, with several other girls I'm sure. He said so in the song he was singing. But on this night, and in this light, I didn't care about his past conquests. All I knew was that I wanted him and I wanted him now. I slide the strap of my dress down one shoulder. He places his hand on my breast and in one swift motion, it's exposed. I take my hands and slowly part his legs and he shudders. The only glow comes from an outside street light, but it's enough for him to see the curve of my shoulders and breast, the swell of my thighs, the line of my neck as I'm perched over his lap. He runs his fingers between my long silky hair and breathes it in as he takes up my mouth while I breathe through my nose. My mouth is soft and responsive. It takes him by surprise. Here is all of me, my mouth seems to say, he does not hide himself.