show me yours | matty healy

chapter thirty-six

January 14th 2017

Tommie yawns, one big loud yawn as she shuffles through her house to the front door.

Gabby grins when it's opened and tugs her little suitcase in behind her. "Hey, babes."

"Gabs? What are you doing here?"

Gabby sighs, "I miss my best mate, is that a crime?" She asks kicking her shoes off and lining them up neatly besides Tommie who quickly shakes her head and opens her arms for a hug,

"Haven't seen you since Christmas, I missed you."

Tommie smiles, breathing in slowly as she accepts the hug from her friend. "Okay, I have so much planned for us, tonight is movie night, tomorrow I'm driving us to Cardiff and we're having a shopping day, monday we're going to go to the cinema, I haven't decided on tuesday yet, struggling between a pamper day and a trip to a beach, but that might be too cold now I'm thinking about it."

"Okay, let's start with movie day-"

"Okay, but I'm picking. I cannot watch Fantastic Mr Fox again."

"But it's my favourite."

"It's the only film you watch besides Revenge of the Sith."

"They're good films."

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The flashes are bright, too bright and she'd forgotten her sunglasses to protect herself from them.

The bag on her shoulder weighs her down more than everyone else, her laptop, books, writing books, hoodie and a pair of shoes she couldn't fit into her suitcase make their weight known against her muscles.

Ross' body blocks some of the light, but when he's moved over by Jamie and towards the side her shield is gone.

The screams of teenage girls are too loud as they push against the old creaking barrier to try and get closer to Matty, he's upfront, sunglasses and leather jacket on looking like a guy out of a Corey Hart song.

He revels in the attention whereas Tommie hates it, shying away as much as she can, hiding into the darkness of her hoodie as her hands fumble with the strap of her bag.

Then someone is breaking over the barrier, she can't tell who gets over first, the fan or the rogue photographer.

They both shove each other, the poor teenage girl is on the floor, Tommie's standing there above her, photographer's camera in her face.

Without thinking she's shoving the camera away, it clatters and smashes on the floor, hitting the girl who's being helped up by other fans.

"Tommie! Tommie!"

Hands are gripping her from both sides of the barriers, the walkway hasn't been made big enough. Strangers are touching her and she holds her breath not to be sick right there.

"Tommie! Matty!"

Someone gripped her and pulled her into them, arms wrapped around and guiding her into the van, straight into the back.

George sits beside her, holding her hand in his lap as the rest pile in, Matty coming in last after signing a few screaming fans shirts.

Matty raises his brows as he peers over the drummer, but George shakes his head, wraps one arm around her, tugs her into his side and blocks her from the singer's view.

"Tom."

"Leave her be, Matty."

"You alright?"

He ignores George and moves his arm to brush his knuckles across the top of her head, reaching around the back of George awkwardly to do it.