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Being Funny In A Foreign Language (2.2)

Make sure you read 2.1 first x

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For the next hour, you drink the night away with Matty dragging you around to meet new people. You meet all the people that you've silently known about for years and they are all really lovely.

It's very surreal for you to be in conversations with the band and the fact they're chatting to you like you're their old friend. It's even weirder to you as you've just seen them play live and now you can say you've just done a shot with Adam fucking Hann. You're truly mind-boggled and you're sure when you wake up tomorrow it will all seem a little too good to actually be true.

On any other night, when people start rounding the small after party up, you think you would be sad about it. But tonight you're not, and the only reason why is because Being Funny In A Foreign Language is already out and inside you're dying to play it.

So when you hear Mark say, "Right boys, let's get you home." you're not too heartbroken about it.

At this point, whilst they are collecting their things up ready for taking home, you pull your phone out and start getting Uber back up. You really hope the price of it isn't too high at this time of night though, you're silently keeping your fingers crossed as the app loads.

However, Matty catches the logo light up your screen, and he asks an accusing, "What are you doing?"

"Ordering myself an Uber?" You look at him slightly confused as to why he sounds acutely annoyed.

The singer shakes his head at you, "No."

You frown a little before stating, "Well I'm not walking home Matty."

"You live in Brixton, right?" The curly haired man asks.

"Yeah."

"Well we can go Battersea way back to North." Matty tells you, "We'll take you home."

"No," You shake your head, "That is so out of your way."

"It's not if we drive Battersea way and that's what we'll do, won't we lads." Matty looks around his to his bandmates for the back up he so wants but you're still having none of it.

"No, there's like eight of you," You already feel like you've been in the way enough, you don't want to impose yourself on them even more. So for another excuse you point out, "You won't fit me in."

"The girls and Jamie all drove in separately, and Waughy biked it in. There's room." Matty tells you seriously, and you can tell he's not going to take no for an answer.

It seems you're right because George even turns to you and says, "We'll all probably get home quicker if you just agree Y/N/N."

"Okay." You sigh, accepting the offer and your fate at this point.

You watch as everyone grabs their things and when you're all ready, you walk back down the stairs Mark brought you up earlier. On the way down, you're walking next to Matty and you feel like you have to tell him, "Thank you, you really didn't have to. I feel bad."

Matty promises you, "It's fine." and he gives you an assuring smile.

Outside, you can still hear the chatter of their fans behind the gate that was covered by a sheer tarp that they thankfully can't see through as you all bundle into the back of a minibus once you say goodbye to the others who weren't coming with you. It ends up being you, the band, and their manager Jamie in the vehicle and it's still a little mental to you that any of this is even happening.

Matty, being the sucker for attention that he is, winds down the window he's sat next to so he can wave to the fans who stuck around to get a glimpse of him after the gig. The bus obviously drives slowly to make sure no one is injured as you'd say there are at least 60 people still hanging around to wait for them.