She said the air is so clean. (Matty Healy fanfic)

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After i get home i do the usual shower, get ready, and drive to work. I work at a thrift shop, literally right across the street from my usual cafe.

I havent stopped think about my 'encounter' from this morning. Should i call him? Or should i act like it never happened.?

At 1:00 i get out for my lunch break and go to the same cafe i do everyday. I love it here. Jackson, my boyfriend meets me here every Monday and Friday, he was a little late today but he finally surfaced. He always runs late on Fridays.

"Hey" he says a bit withdrawn and pouty.

"Hello mr.grumpy pants, what the fuck is with the attitude" i say jokingly.

He glares at me for a moment, pulls out his phone and shows me a picture.

Fuck. Its one from this morning. You can tell its me. My long blonde hair is tied up showing a hickey on my neck, my cropped top revealed the tattoo on my back, my tight shorts showed the tattoos on my legs, and my bag was a little leather back pack that i carry everywhere. But not only am i in the picture looking like a messy whore, matty has his arm around my waist, and you can slightly see a hickey on his neck. Which i didnt notice this morning, but i bet the tabloids sure as hell did.

"Uhhh. Jackson, this really isnt what it looks like." I say nervously

"Oh, what exactly is it that you think it looks like jules?" He shouts in a hushed tone "because to me it looks like you have been sucking on some, obviously gay, celebrities neck" he slams the phone onto the table and looks at me in the eye. "Stupid whore"

"Really? You think i would do that?" I say astonished by his accusations. Then get up to make myself feel more in control. "He needed to have a reason to escape the paparazzi, so he used me. I met him this morning, I honestly have no idea who the guy is, dont call me a fucking whore and make accusations without coming to me first." A tear falls down my face. And he stands and hugs me.

"Im sorry, just after our history" he sighed. "I just cant think straight after what happened baby"

I pull away and with a shaky voice i firmly speak out, which is rare for me. "I know i fucked up in the past, but seriously get the fuck over it, im tired of you acting like im shit to you. If you cant forgive me then leave. Dont come back again either. Im tired of it" as soon as he tries to open his mouth i turn my heel and walk back towards the store, to finish my shift.

What the hell is wrong with me today. I was fine until he sat at that table. I was happy. Now look at me. Struggling to keep my tears back while folding old clothes.

Then out of no where i get an idea. A stupid idea, but an idea it was. I walk to the back of the store where i kept my bag. Pulled out the receipt and look it over. Holy shit, he paid 500 dollars at a clothing store for 3 shirts and a pair of jeans. Who is this guy like seriously. Then i flip it over, look at the number, type it into my phone and hit call.

"Hello, this is matty" i hear his thick accent speak.

"Hi, um its Juliette from this morning"

I hear him mumbling to people im guessing he was around. I cant quite hear what he said though.

"Oh, Julie, to what do i owe the pleasure?"

"You said the pictures wouldnt ge-"

He cut me off.

"Love, i said that i could almost promise, but when the press sees 2 people, one slightly famous, with hickeys and an arm wrapped well, they go berserk" he laughs "every 14 year old needs to know who im currently fucking"

"Matty thats not funny. Youre not currently fucking me, i mean i wouldnt mind, but"

Someone in the background on his side cut me off yelling his name. I hear him yell back "hold on mate one second" he sighs. "You were saying?"

"Nothing its no big deal, i have to get back to work."

"Oh, calling at work eh? I must really be in your head" he laughs again.

"Goodbye matty."

"Wait, what are you doing later?" He asked nervously.

"Not sure yet, why?"

"Well i know what youre going to be doing, be ready at 9, wear something casual, i have something i want you to see" his voice sounded excited, and i could hear him light a cigarette.

"Okay, 9, bye Matty"

"Goodbye Juliette"