You'll Regret This (Matty Healy)

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The glare through my window woke me up the next morning. My head was pounding and I needed relief as soon as I opened my eyes. I searched through my draws looking for the bag with the powder I crave so bad. A knock on the door interrupts me, as Dylan pops his head in.

"Elle! You're awake! Before 2pm?! It's a miracle!" He throws his hands up like a lunatic as he barges into my room.

"Funny." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Ah I see the attitude's still there, not so much of a miracle now" he joked.

"Is there something you want? Or are you just trying to piss me off as per usual."

"Actually there is something I want," he says excitedly, "you to get your ass up and start pre-drinking with me!"

"At 2pm? What's gotten into you Dylan Holders?" I smirked as he pulled me up.

"Maybe after 18 years your ways are finally rubbing off on me," he laughed as I pushed past him, making him laugh more.

Before I knew it I was pushing through countless people, in the house party Dylan and Nicki'd dragged me to. The house reeked of weed and there were people making out in every corner and on every surface. Before I even made it to the next room I'd been handed a drink, downing it straight away as the liquor burned my throat. I walked outside in search for some much needed air and space. I found a large rock to sit on before it started to lightly rain. Relaxation took over my body as I felt the rain drop onto my skin. The wetness of the rain reminding me I'm not dead, even though I feel it on the inside. I watched as all the girls pathetically gasped and ran inside covering their hair in fear of it looking worse than it already did. I used to be a girl who cared about her appearance. Now the people who are seen with me are lucky if I even run a brush through my messy dark hair. My style screams 'lost cause'. I wear jeans every day, accompanied with whatever shirt I find on my bedroom floor, usually the shirts belong to men I can't remember the names of. Ever since Jesse, the only contact I have with men is meaningless, drunk sex to help me forget my past for 30 minutes. With my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of rain on my skin, someone clearing their throat interrupted me. I turned around and made eye contact with a lanky looking guy. He stared at me intently and I couldn't bring myself to look away. He was captivating. He wore a baggy striped t-shirt and black ripped jeans. His hair was all over the place. He was very good looking. Noticing his lips lightly turn up into a smirk, I realised I'd been studying him a minute too long.

"Like what you see?" He asked, cockily.

"I did. Now I know you're cocky and that's a major turnoff," I shot back.

His eyes lit up with amusement. "Feisty. I like that in a girl. The name's Matty babe, give me the pleasure of knowing yours?"

"Maybe another time, or even when you think of a better pickup line."

"Interesting. I'll hold you to that" he smirked, "at least tell me why you're stood out here alone?"

"It's too crowded in there, I needed a breather."

"Tell me about it. It's always like this..." I looked up to see him staring at me in thought. "I haven't seen you around before," he stated, "usually it's the same crowd at most house parties... why haven't I seen you before?"

"I moved here from Australia a few months ago. Haven't had the chance to go out much."

"Australia? Wow. I knew the accent was definitely not English."

"Nice observation. Well I'm going to get a drink. See you around Matt." I began to walk off.

"Wait! It's Matty and can I at least get your name?"

"Maybe another time, Matt" I repeated, for the second time that night and walked off.

As I walked up the steps to the house I looked back to see Matty staring at me astounded. I admit, he was gorgeous, but I'm not looking for a guy. I never want to feel hopelessly attached to someone, ever again. Walking into the kitchen, I pick up the first bottle I find, not bothering to check the label, and downing a few sips, feeling the familiar burn.

"Easy there," a voice sounds behind me.

"Back off," I retaliate.

"Sorry love, but this is my house" I turn around to see an unfamiliar guy, stood chuckling at me.

"Shit, sorry. Just in desperate need of a drink." I explain.

"No problem," he smiled, "I'm Adam, I don't believe we've met before"

Just as I was about to introduce myself, we were interrupted.

"Adam! Ah, I see you've met the girl with no name," Matty smirked.

"That's my cue to leave, sorry about before Adam. Thanks for having me," I walk off, slowly enough to hear Adam quietly say to Matty,

"Who is that girl man?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."