Then Because She Goes - Matty Healy

★ Frankie

Anonymous asked:

"hi!! would you consider writing a blurb where matty has the rahab conversation with este? like he sits down and really explains what it was like and how be struggles (maybe there's some tears and este is super supportive and comforting)
love your work sm <3"

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*mentions of drug use & addiction

To stand it upright, Matty lifted the heavy metal to him and Este's newest piece of furniture for their bathroom. He had spent the past half hour building the majority of the shelf, with Este passing him any tool or screw he was needing. Now that the contraption was standing, they only had a couple of stray pieces to get attached. But before he could, his ringtone sounded.

Este glanced at his screen and watched it flash 'Frankie' across the top. She racked her brain to think of if she'd known such a person, but it didn't ring a bell.

"Just decline it for me, love." Matty instructed after reading who was ringing.

She obliged and pressed on the power button to hang it up.

"Who's Frankie? Don't want to speak to him?" She said jokingly.

He chuckled a bit. "Not that I don't want to speak with her, maybe just not at the minute. I'll just call her back later," His wrist twisted a screwdriver to secure another slat.

"Oh, okay." Frankie's a girl, Este digested. She thought it was a bit bizarre that Matty didn't answer her first question, but rarely let her contextless thoughts develop into jealousy. Este's nosy self was more eager to know what the call was about—regardless of who it was from. But she decided to leave it.

He threw her a smile and leaned all the way over to plant a kiss on the skin right in front of her ear. "Mind passing me that last screw?"

Este didn't mind, smiling back as blood rushes to the spot where his lips once were, while he silently continued building. When Matty glanced back at her, the shelf now complete, he could read the curiosity on Este's face. So, he elaborated. And Matty didn't mind elaborating when he was with her. Since he knew she'd listen.

"And Frankie's a woman I met in rehab. We've kept in touch since so she calls time and again," Matty explained, "She usually wants to talk something out, since she's had a bit of a rough journey since treatment. Not a lot of family left. Whether it's for advice or just for someone alike to listen. But I'm in manly-builder-testosterone mode. Didn't feel like a good time to answer. Even though she does enjoy sharing what she's been through and would probably love to meet you. I don't want to unload all of her shit onto you. For your sake,"

"If her shit's on you then it can be on me. I don't mind. Your shit is sort of my shit too," she said.

They burst into laughter as both of their eyes diverted to the toilet they sat next to, the ironic and gross sounding language making them giggle.

He stood back to admire the shelf that stood beside the sink, raising his hand to chew on the skin around his nails. Once his explanation was finished, his mouth stayed shut and slightly pressed. Eyes darting around the space to make sure everything was in place. Este could see that the topic was making his muscles a bit tense.

"Yeah, it is." Matty agreed, still laughing at the poo jokes.

The two of them started to transfer the various body and skin care products from the draws below the sink onto the freshly built shelf; in comfortable silence.

"I guess I haven't really told you much about my recovery, have I? Rehab, and everything,"

"No, not really." She shrugged, not wanting to pry.