show me yours | matty healy

chapter eight

1st January 2013

There's a consistent knock on her bedroom door making her groan and sit up.

She's still in her outfit from the party last night, there's a bra that doesn;t belong to her on the end of her bed, about eight empty bottles of all different kinds of drinks.

She kicks her foot out hearing a groan and apologises quietly looking down at Ross who lays across the foot of her bed, his hand holding onto a leg, and as she peers over the end of the bed she finds Adam passed out on the floor.

"What the fuck?"

"Ow." Ross groans again, letting go of Adam causing him to fall to the floor.

"What the hell happened?"

"I feel like I'm in The Hangover." Ross mutters into her dinosaur stuffed animal he's stolen and had claimed at the bottom of her bed.

Adam lifts himself up, climbing under the blankets and pulling them over his head.

The door opens, Matty grinning as he runs to jump on top of Adam, George groans as he follows, sitting in the chair at her desk and falling asleep the moment he lays his head on his folded arms.

"The albums out! It's out! The album is out!" Matty yells grabbin Adam's shoulders and shaking, "Hann! Hann! Get up!"

He starts jumping up and down on the bed until Tomie grips his ankle and tugs him flat on his face, "It's out, it's out."

He giggles tugging her into his chest, kissing all over her face, then he grips Ross face planting a big long kiss on his lips and tackling him onto the floor.

"Ow." Ross simply says in a monotone voice.

Matty tackles Adam next, bringing him up on the bed, when Tommie tries to slip away she's dragged in by Adam, who then drags Ross back up, feeling left out, George stands and belly flops onto the top of them all.

"Finally." Matty whispers into them all.

"We actually did it."

"We made it."

"Not yet."

The four boys slowly lift their head to look at her and she shrugs at the looks she receives, "I mean, we still have to get reviews, see if it's on the charts, hear it on-"

Matty's hand slaps over her mouth to stop her from talking, "We did it, guys!"

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January 22nd 2013

"Ready?" Matty pops his head around the corner and she looks behind herself with a nod as she tries to tie off the little plate she's doing.

He watches her struggle to untrap the one piece of hair for a few seconds then gives up and walks over, taking her frustrated hands in his own and then tugging free the stray hairs.

She nods, "Thanks."

He says nothing, just grabs her hat from the bed and passes it to her allowing her to pull it on.

She stands in her room, looking at herself in the mirror that Ross had put up on the wall for her a few days ago, brushing her hands down over the jeans she's wearing and checking her top before she allows him to silently guide her out of the room.

"Ross and George are with Adam, you're riding with me."

"I'm supposed to be riding with Adam."

Matty shrugs, "They were waiting outside ready, told them to go ahead."