Although hanging out with your boyfriend and his brothers is usually your escape, today you were dreading seeing them.
It felt as if nothing was going your way today. You had woken up with a pounding headache, your room was a mess, and you had so much on your plate that you had to prepare for, which is stressing you out. Usually when you feel like shit, seeing Matt automatically lightens your mood, but today you didn't want him to see you like this.
The other day when you were hanging out with the triplets, they had asked you to be in their upcoming friday car video, which you agreed to and were excited for. Now the night has come where you have to film, and you'd rather be doing anything else. You struggled finding motivation, and your brain had stopped braining. You were contemplating cancelling, but you can't bare to face the boys disappointed, so you decided to suck it up.
It's currently 9:30, and you're curled up on your bed, waiting to hear from Matt.
Your phone buzzed on your side table, so you leant over and checked it.
matty b ❤️
hi baby, we're out the front :)
9:34 pm
I'll be out in a sec <3
9:35 pm
You sighed as you slipped on Matt's ransom hoodie that you stole from him, and dragged yourself out of your house to the van.
You slide open the door to be greeted by 3 very excited looking boys, holding up McDonald's bags.
"Look what we got!" Nick says in a cheeky tone, which puts a small smile on your face.
"My favourite," you reply in a tired voice. You lean over to the front seat and place a quick kiss on Matt's lips.
"Hey babe," he greets you.
"Can you guys like not do that shit in front of me?" Chris asks sarcastically, holding his hands over his eyes. You let out a slight chuckle, and crawl back to your seat, buckling up your seatbelt.
40 minutes later, you guys are situated in the target parking lot. The sound of Nick and Chris yelling at each other is being drowned out by your anxious thoughts and tiredness. You're so out of it, your eyes pointed towards the ground.
You subconsciously start bouncing your leg, and you don't even realise until you feel a hand rubbing soft circles on your knee. You slowly lift your head up, as your eyes meet with Matt.
"You good?" he mouths to you, trying not to draw any attention to you. You half heartedly nod, as you drop your head down once more.
The triplets carry on with the video, finding more useless topics to argue about. Everything's starting to become too much for you, and your eyes are beginning to water.
You suddenly snap back into reality, when you look up to see all eyes on you.
You make eye contact with Matt, and the sight of your red puffy eyes causes a sympathetic expression to be drawn on his face.
"Chris, shut the camera off," he says, with his eyes still on you. Chris reaches for the camera, as Matt then opens his door and exits the van. You feel a hand being placed on your shoulder.
"Are you okay y/n?" Nick asks, looking down at you in concern. You stay silent, until you hear the door next to you open, as Matt reaches out for your hand, guiding you out of the car and shutting the door.
He walks you around to the back of the van, and pulls you into his chest.
"What's the matter baby?" he asks, gently stroking your back.
"I don't know, I just feel so stressed," you sob.
"You could've just told me, we wouldn't have made you come film with us if we knew you were feeling like this," he explains.
"I just didn't wanna let you guys down," you say, barely above a whisper.
"Hey, you wouldn't have let us down, it's totally out of your control," he soothes.
You tighten your grip around his waist, scrunching the back of his shirt into your hands.
"Listen, how about we go back to my place, and we can get all cozy and put a movie on. How does that sound?" he asks, lifting up your chin so he can see your face.
"Better," you quiver.
Matt places a sweet kiss on your lips, just what you needed.
Matt wrapped his arms around your shoulders, as he slowly walked you back to the van.
"Did you end up eating your McDonald's?" he asks.
"No I didn't, it's probably cold now," you laugh.
"Lets stop and get you some more on the way home," he smirks, kissing your forehead.
