your quiet saturday evening was interrupted when a knock sounded from your apartment door. It wasn't harsh, but whoever was out there was in a rush, and needed to be let in.
So you rose from your comfortable position on the couch and picked up the remote to pause the film you were watching, and slowly padded over to the door.
before opening it, you looked through the peephole and was met with the image of your boyfriend, his hand covering his eye and his knuckles bleeding and red raw.
"oh my god" you breathed out, not believing the sight that was Infront of you.
you immediately unlocked the door and grabbed the injured boy by his good arm and then shut it behind you both.
dragging him over to the bathroom, a million thoughts raced through your mind, but in the heat of the moment, none of these could leave your mouth; you were speechless.
"sit" you commanded, pointing to the counter, and matt turned around and used his good arm to lift himself onto it. "what the hell happened?"
he waited a moment, calculating his response before he spoke. "it's a long story" he admitted, his eyes travelling to his knees.
your shaking fingers gently grabbed his chin as you lifted his head so you could look at his face properly. "oh matt, your eye" you exclaimed, reaching your other arm up to touch it, which you immediately regretted when he let out a hiss of pain and grabbed your hand. "sorry!" you apologized.
"baby you're shaking" matt whispered, noticing your trembling hand as he held it in his.
"i'm fine matt, lets just get you cleaned up, yeah?"
it was silent while you treated his wounds. so quiet you could hear a pin drop. the only sounds that could be heard for miles were the occasional running of the tap and the ripping of bandages.
you finished wrapping his bruised hand, and laid a gentle kiss on it, moving to stand in between matt's legs as his hands gravitated to your waist.
"now explain, what the fuck happened for you to get this messed up?" you inquired, a small smirk of disbelief plastered on your face.
"we went to a party, i think it was some of jake's friends' or somethin" matt started. you nodded along, signaling for him to continue as your hands ran up and down his arms. "i could hear people talking. asking why i was by myself. making up lies about you" he stated, anger laced in his voice.
"okay, but how did that end up in this?" you asked, pointing to the shiner that was forming on his pretty face.
"they started saying that they knew it wasn't 'gonna long before you left. that a slut like you couldn't stick around for more than a month." he explained. "i wasn't gonna let them talk about you like that baby, so i gave 'em a run for their money"
"oh matt" you sighed. "don't do something like that again, it's not worth it" you begged, dreading to think what else could've happened.
"you're worth it, my love." matt whispered, as his hands traced circles on your back. "i wasn't about to let them talk about my girl like that"
you smiled up at him, as you felt scarlet run up your neck at your boyfriend's choice of words. "you know i'd do it for you too" you stated.
matt let out a small chuckle, knowing you could hardly flick his brother without your finger hurting. "yeah right" he spoke.
"i would!" you exclaimed, punching his shoulder, hiding the slight pain that it caused you.
"i know that hurt you, darlin', i can see right through you" he admitted
"no it didn't" you argued, smiling at the pretty boy sat infront of you. "stop that!" you eclaimed, swatting at his face.
"stop what?" he asked, innocently.
"looking at me like that!"
"like what?"
you buried your head into his chest to hide the pink painted on your face, as you felt it rumble with laughter as matt scruffed your hair up.
you stayed like that for a while, before matt finally spoke, "thankyou for taking care of me, my love"
you smiled up at him, "you don't need to thank me, i'd do it in a heartbeat matty. now come on, let's get into bed, yeah?" you questioned.
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matt took a shower to wash the party off of him, and got changed into some more comfortable clothes. somehow the water had made his eye a nasty shade of purple.
"oh my god" you laughed in shock, your hand covering your mouth.
"what?" matt asked, confused at the sudden shock you had at seeing him exit the bathroom.
"you're eye!" you shouted, as he turned to look in the mirror.
"oh my god!" matt repeated your words, as he saw himself in the reflection.
"that's gonna hurt tomorrow baby!" you warned, as you lifted the duvet so matt could clamber underneath. "was it still worth it?" you questioned.
"anything for my girl" matt whispered, and he laced his fingers with yours, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles, just before you both drifted off into a much needed sleep.
