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

4

After a bunch of small talk, mostly about the shit weather. The car comes to a stop and he pulls the key from the igntion.

He walks to my side opens the door and gently helps me, in my glorious momentary blindness, out of his car.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Just one moment, Ill slip the blindfold off of you" he said, with a sultry undertone.

He keeps gently pushing towards whatever he is surprising me with, the he stops, and pulls the blindfold off smoothly, almost seductivly.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Matty!" I squeal, "How?" I am filled with joy as i stand, literally inches away, from the large hollywood sign.

"You mentioned it earlier, and its easy to sneak up to it" he said smirking with a bad boy attitude.

"Shit." I say marveling in whats infront of me. He grabs my hand and and pulls me closer, he begins climbing a ladder to get to the middle of the o. "Are we allowed to be doing this?" I ask all the sudden feeling nauseous.

"No, love. But whats the fun in doing what youre told?" He asked proud.

I climb up after him and he helps me position my self on the o. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out 2 tiny tequila bottles, and a joint, How does he fit so much in his tight pockets? What else is he hiding? I wonder to myself, getting myself a bit excited and pressing my thighs together.

He grins sardonically, obviously noting my tension.

"Here, one bottle for each of us, and one to share, that is if you want some." He grins again, and lightly brushes his fingertips against my thigh.

"Who am i to say no?" My answer clear. He hands me the tiny bottle and then places the joint between my lips, i shiver as his finger skates across my lip. Then he lights it for me.

We make the spliff last for about 10 minutes, the whole time silently passing it back and forth. Then it hits me.

"Were getting stoned on the fucking hollywood sign" I giggle. "Who the fuck even are you, obviously god loves me today" i giggle again.

His face seems to straighten, "what god?" He asked seriously.

"I was kidding you can calm the fuck down, Matthew. If he was real, hed be a prick" i nervously giggle, he joins me.

"Alright, love. We should climb down before a drink, plus we have to leave before someone notices"
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He drives me back to my apartment in silence. Music playing, a mixture of plenty of artists, one song begins playing, it starts with someone speaking in a deep voice that almost resembles his. He moves quickly to turn it, but i block his hand before he reaches the volume.

"Whats your problem, i sort of fancy this so far" i say sweetly.

"Should've googled me, love" he said dryly and turned the radio off quickly.

"Way to kill your chance of getting invited in, ass hole"

"I wouldve been even more of an ass hole of you did invite me in"

What the fuck is making him so fussy, after the fun we had not even an hour ago.

"Drop me off here" i snap back, pointing to the sidewalk, i have no idea where we are but ill find my way home.

He pulls the car over.

"Youre not getting out of this fucking car here, you have no idea where we are" he says reading my thoughts, and still with an attitude.

"Fuck you. Thank you for the joint, and the experience" i say, trying to be as sweet as possible, swing the car door open and get out.

Before i fully straighten i hear the other door swing open.

"Get back in this fucking car"

I slam the door closed.

"You've only met me this morning, and you think you, some fucking rich fucked up guy, can tell me what to do?" I sound hoarse. "So fucking chivalrous of you, do me a favor, go fuck yourself" i yell. And start walking away.

I glance back, he is on the phone and looks exasperated. Good. He cant tell me what to do. All i wanted is to hear one damned song. What the actual fuck is his issue.

I pull my phone out and look at the gps, I'm only 3 miles from home. I can do this.

I only expected a hook up from him to be completely honest. I thought he would take me out, screw me, and id never see him again. But for some reason he pisses me off so much that i want to see him again.

It could be my love for troubled people. Or obsession with tragic love.

Whatever this feeling in my gut is, it needs to go away.

I bring out my phone, pull up the internet and google 'Matty Healy'

When the results come up i halt my walking and stare at my phone.

"Shit" i mumble.