Wasted Youth // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

25~

Matty's POV

"Wait, so she's got a five year old sister who she looks after because her mum can't get out of bed?" George asked me later that night. 

I nodded my head as I leaned over to the coffee table to grab a slice of pizza from the box. 

"Baggage." He told me as he leaned over, picking one of the slices of pepperoni from my slice. I frowned. 

"Get your own." I elbowed him. 

"Face it, mate, you don't want a girlfriend who's tied down like that." 

"It's not like she's /married/, George." I sighed, frustrated. George leaned over and took the last slice from the box. 

"No, but she's basically got a kid." 

"Not really." I mumbled, George shook his head. 

"Baggage." He said simply.

I curled my toes deep into the rug beneath my sofa, feeling bad for agreeing with him. 

—-

Julie's POV

"You look happy." Olivia said to me, poking my hand. I laughed quietly. 

"Yeah?" I asked her, she nodded her head and watched my carefully as I picked a pink pencil out of the pen pot in front of us. I began shading the dress of the princess we were drawing together. 

"Did the dinosaurs help you?" She asked me. I nodded my head. 

"Very much." I smiled at her. 

"Is Ben going to come back?" She asked me, I shrugged. 

"Maybe." I said under my breath. 

"What happens if he does?" She asked. 

"I suppose I'll talk to him." I said. She nodded her head and pressed the tip of the sky blue coloured pencil she was holding in a vice-like grip to her lips as she looked down at the messily drawn long hair of the princess. 

"Only talk. No cuddles." She said. I laughed under my breath. 

"That's right. Now," I looked at the drawing. "What colour should her horse be?" 

"Black!" 

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Matty's POV

"She'll domesticate you." George raised an eyebrow at me and smirked, we were halfway through our second pizza now, but I wasn't really hungry anymore. 

"Shut up." I poked his leg with my foot. 

"She will, you'll be bringing her tea in the morning and pushing her sister's pushchair through the park in a matter of weeks." George was laughing so much that he could barely breath, and I wanted to be sick at the idea. 

"She's five. Surely she doesn't have a pushchair?" 

"You never know. Julie might even have one of those bikes with the seat in the back. You know? The ones middle-aged dads use to get their kids around without losing any masculinity or whatever." George was almost pissing himself. 

"No, you met Julie, she's not like that, she won't expect anything like that-" 

"Matty, even if she doesn't expect it, it'll eventually happen."

I sighed and put my half eaten slice of Hawaiian pizza back into the box. 

"I've screwed up, haven't I?" I asked. I dragged my hands through my hair, probably getting grease and crumbs from the pizza all over myself. George shrugged his shoulders as he swallowed his food. 

"You fucking up isn't exactly a rare occurence." He said. I sighed, knowing he was right. Fuck, he almost always was. He was a lot more grounded than me, he'd tell me when I was in danger of making a mess of things, I'd never listen and he would turn out to be right. 

"She's so great, though." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, /and/ she thinks I'm great, too. That's so fucking rare, y'know? She thinks I'm great, she said it herself this morning before I left. She said 'Matty, you're so great.' It wasn't even, like a post-sex thing, she said it after breakfast. Then she sent me a text saying the same thing." I mumbled, George sighed. 

"It's on your head, mate." He rested his hand on my back, it felt like a dead weight.