show me yours | matty healy

chapter thirty-eight

June 3rd 2017

The little sparkly silver birthday hat sits crooked on Tommie's head, her freshly cut short hair in a mess and her bangs are fluffed out of control. There's silver sparkles on her forehead, catching the light alongside the beads of sweat on her forehead.

She's wearing her beat up skeleton cowboy boots, a pair of shorts and a new sparkly waistcoat George got her for her birthday.

Her cheeks are flushed but her tipsy smile drops when the door finally swings open, "Matt?"

"Finally!" He complains, pushing his way into the house Adam had rented in Ohio for her birthday, where her surprise birthday party was being held, "Where's Adam?"

"Um, kitchen, I think...."

He nods, not saying much else, her eyes focus on the burnt out joint he'd dropped and she steps on it quickly before following him inside.

"You're late." Carly says, back of her hand hitting Matty's shoulder as he grabs a glass to fill it with water, tipping it all down himself as he starts downing it. His white

"Late to what," He looks around leaning against the kitchen counter, "Why's there so many people in the house right now?"

Carly steps back, then she reaches forward, hand grasping his chin as she opens up his eyes, "Are you high right now?"

"Just on weed."

She shakes her head and pushes him to the side, "Are you serious?"

"It's just weed, Carly, calm down. Where's Adam?"

"Upstairs, I think, getting Tommie's bir-"

"Great, cheers." He says before heading for the stairs, almost hitting Tommie over as he passes her.

She leans back so he can pass, brows raised as she meets Carly in the kitchen, "What's he doing here?"

She crosses her arms and looks back at the door as Carly sighs slowly, "He was supposed to be here hours ago."

Her head snaps to Carly, her hat falling off her head, being caught by the string which makes it hand around her neck, "You invited him?"

Carly reaches out to fix the hat, brushing her bangs down and then fixing her hair, "Adam invited him. Like two weeks ago 'cause he was moping around."

Tommie picks at the skin on her fingernails and sighs, she leans back against the counter with her arms crossed, staring into space and hoping Matty will stay away from her.

The past few months since the Brits have been hell, touring around but feeling completely alone. Of course she had the guys, but only Ross knew what had happened that night, and even he didn't know everything.

Caleb has stayed away, they've been in the same room maybe once since it happened, Gabby had come to tour but she and Matty had gotten hotel rooms and travelled separately leaving the others on the bus.

That's when Tommie felt like she could breathe again, one less person made the metal container much more bearable to be in.

And now, on this night dedicated to her- something she would've hated four years ago if it wasn't for Matty building up her birthday tolerance- she'd felt the happiest she'd been in months, maybe even years.

With Carly following her around with extra drinks and Adam giving her a slice of pizza every time her hand was empty.

Even Button had been making her feel special by cleaning up her own toys (she didn't want any of the strangers to steal them so she hid them in different places around the house).