show me yours | matty healy

chapter fourteen

November 2nd 2013

"It's warm."

Ross hums in agreement but still eyes her sceptically, she raises a brow with a laugh, "What?"

He thanks the women at the bar, taking the tray of drinks then turns his attention to her, "You're smiling."

"So?"

"It's weird, what's happened?"

"Nothing," She chuckles, "Nothing's happened, what makes you think it has?"

"You're smiling like that," Then it suddenly clicks for him, "Matty's smiling."

She shakes her head and smiles a little bigger as he reveals it to her, "And?"

"It's weird." He repeats.

She rolls her eyes, holding the door open for him and taking her own drink from the tray and another, "Who's is this?"

She holds Matty's coffee up, acting as if she didn't overhead him specifically asking Ross for a to-go cup of coffee.

"Uh, Matty's."

"I'll take it over to him."

"Thanks."

She smiles, walking on over to Matty with his drink in hand, "Hey."

He's sitting towards the back of the room, just behind one of the three seater settee. There's pens, books and all sorts of his scattered around him.

"Thanks."

He nods, lips pursed as he accepts the drink, she drops herself to the floor beside him, peering over at the words he's scribbling.

"What are you writing?"

"Messing about with a song."

"Can I see?"

He closes the book a little too quickly and she leans back a little as he does it, "Okay."

"Uh, about last night?" She approaches the topic carefully, hands playing with the fabric of her top.

"What?"

She pushes her lips together to hide her smile, "I was thinking," She shifts a little closer to him, "Tonight, I'll convince Ross to bunk with Adam and Jamie-"

"It's not happening again."

"What?"

He stands quickly, "It was a mistake," He realises his voice is too loud and glances over the rest of the people backstage with them, John and Ross are looking at something on his phone, George is using his drum sticks to hit against various different items with Jamie trying to convince him to be a little more careful. Adam had left a while back to call his girlfriend.

He runs a hand through his long hair and quiets his voice down, "Tommie, we- shouldn't- we were high, drunk-"

"You were high?"

"Yeah."

No.

No, he wasn't high, and he'd had basically no drinks. It meant everything to him...

"It didn't mean anything."

"I know," No she doesn't, "Just thought, you know, have some fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah."

He scoffs at that and she raises a brow as she crosses her arms over her chest, forming some kind of defensive barrier between his words and her heart.