Wasted Youth // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

27.

Matty's POV

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I didn't get it. It was like one step forward, two steps back with Julie.

"You were great." She walked up to me after and told me bashfully as she crowd began to disperse. She hoisted herself up onto the stage and stood next to me.

"Thanks. I kind of messed up on the chorus of Sex." I mumbled and shrugged my shoulders as I began coiling the jacklead around my hand.

"I noticed." She laughed a little, and I guess my face must have gone all sour because she then added, "You told everyone you fucked up." She smirked.

I shook my head and grinned at her.

She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against my cheek quickly and bashfully. I smirked at her a little before leaning down and pressing my mouth to hers. I kept my eyes open and tried not to laugh as her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson.

"Matty! Stop embarrassing your girflriend and help us pack up." Adam shouted at me. My head snapped to where he was standing, putting his guitar away. I shot daggers at him with my eyes and patted Julie's shoulder.

"I'll be back in a minute." I told her before getting up and going over to help Adam.

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Julie's POV //

Matty was hammered by the end of the night. We got on another bus to my house.

I dug my fingernails into the grubby seat we were sitting on and smiled up at him a little. He grinned back as me lazily before sitting down next to me.

"You're great, Jules." He mumbled, stuffing his sweaty face into the crook of my neck. I laughed nervously and tried to ignore the embarrassingly hot flush rushing to my cheeks.

"Yeah?" I asked as he took my hand in his and started kissing between my knuckles gently. "You're great, too." I told him, he shook his head and looked at me seriously, my hand now tightly grapsed by his.

"No, no you're brilliant. You put up with so much and you manage so well. I never would in your position." He said. I sighed a little, digging my heels into the floor of the bus and peering out of the window.

"This is our stop." I told him under my breath.

"Wait, I'm staying at your place?" He asked me as I hit the stop button on the pole in front of our seat.

"If you want?" I asked.

"I'd love that." He practically giggled and shoved his face into the crook of my neck, despite how bitter I was feeling, I couldn't stop my face from breaking out in a grin.