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

6

The next morning i wake up. I lift my head and look around a bit. Im in a bathroom, and i have a strange tshirt on, with Matty's bands name on it, but nothing else.

My body is immensely sore. My mouth tastes of vomit, cigarettes, and alcohol

I get up a little wobbly and look around the bathroom a little more, its enormous, where am I?

I slightly remember being with Matty last night, but I don't remember leaving the club.

I hear a grunt come from the direction of the bath tub. I walk to the tub and check out who it came from.

Its matty, laying in only his boxers and a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Matty" i whisper and nudge him.

No answer, just another groan.

"Matthew, wake up" i nudge him again.

In a sudden rush i feel him slip his arm around my waist and pull me onto him, while still in the tub.

I let out a small scream as pushes his body into a sitting position, with me straddling him.

"Good Morning" he smiles, and pushes my hair out of my face.

"Good morning" i sigh. "I need to get home, i have work, and i need a shower"

He pulls my lips towards his and our mouths clash. I give in for a moment, one hand in his hair the other on the tub behind him. Then i pull away and try to steady myself.

"Do you really have to leave" he asks with such a desirable, deep, raspy voice.

"Yes Matthew, I have a life. I need to make money to live." I giggle awkwardly "plus im much too sore for anything else" i manage a small shy smile.

He chuckles, and i pull the shirt down as much as possible in fear i may show to much skin.

He watches as i do this and says "my shirt looks so good, when its just hanging off your back." He smiles and continues, "if you must leave then ill give you some clothes, and drive you home, maybe i can get you some breakfast?" He asked sweetly.

"Uh, yeah sure. But we need to be quick I have to be at work in 2 hours"

"Alright, follow me" he says smoothly and walks toward the bathroom door.

When he opens the french doors it reveals a bed, the sheets are jumble and a memory or two rush in from my mind and I stifle my smile with a bite on my lip.

He notices and nods at the bed. "Remembering something, J?" Then he smiles widely handing me a pair of boxers, a fresh shirt, and sweatpants from a drawer.

"Maybe" i giggle, then I graciously accept the clothing and begin to the bathroom to get dressed.

"No need to hide your body, its not like i havent seen it before" he winks at me.

I continue to the bathroom.

"Do you mind if i use your toothbrush?" I shout at him while i stare at myself in the mirror.

"Not at all, use whatever you need" he says sounding distracted.

After i pull my current shirt off i look at myself in the mirror, and rub the marks on my neck, shoulders, hips, and thighs. Matty walks casually into the bathroom while im completely nude.

"Um, im trying to do something, could you leave" im so embarrassed.

He walks up behind me, hes now fully dressed, black jeans, white tee, and black converse.

"Do these hurt you?" He asked sadly, lost in my image, stroking the marks on my shoulder.

"No, not at all. Its just. My boss will be livid."

He looks like he is thinking about my statement, word for word.

I pull on the clothing he gave to me, and brush my teeth. Hes still standing behind me, not as close as he was when he first came in. I hand him the tooth brush and he takes it.

"This whole sharing thing, is actually quite gross darling" he says, breaking the silence that had fallen onto us.

"Says the boy who hasnt washed his hands after last night." I smirk at him.

He rubs his face with his hand and smiles at my disgusted reaction.

"Dont act all innocent, love. I wasnt the only one getting handsy" he laughs and pulls me into him.

"Do you touch your mother with those hands?" i say in mock disgust.

"Yes ma'am, what she doesnt know wont hurt her" then he pecks me on the lips and walks toward the door.

I follow him as he also walks out of his room. We walk into a living room, where there is last nights outfits, empty alcohol bottles, a glass coffee table covered in zoots, cigarette butts, and a bong. Then I notice his drummer eyeing us on the leather couch.

"Hello" i say shyly as matty begins picking up my clothes from the floor.

"Hello, im George, and you are?" He says as if he does this all the time.

I clear my throat. "Im Juliette, i prefer Julie though." Matty hands me my folded dress and bra.

"Your shoes are by the door, and im pretty sure your panties are still in the alley way" Matty says nonchalantly.

My cheeks warm up and i glance at george as he uncontrollably laughs.

"Why the bloody hell are her panties in the alley way, mate?" He asks, directing it at matty.

"Dont ask" he sighs, then looks to me while i stand awkwardly. "Ill buy you a new pair, i promise" he whispers and motions me towards the door. He grabs my heels and purse, then opens the door.

He opens the car door for me and walks to the other side and climbs in.

"Im not hungry, can we skip breakfast? Just take me home please" i say, remembering last time i was in his car.

"Yeah, i suppose" he replies dryly.

"I googled you" i blurt out.

"Half of the shit they say is bullshit" he laughs and starts up the car.

"I can tell, theres some interesting things on the internet" i stare out the window.

"Yeah, kids make some insane stuff up, Listen about the other day-"

I cut him off.

"I started that, dont worry about it" i sigh. Remembering that he said once he slept with me he probably would be an ass, and now im full of regret.

"But I was still rude. Ive been rethinking it all week, I was going to call but, i didn't think you would answer" his eyes stay fixed on the road.

"Its not a big deal, ive gotten over it" i lie, and place my hand on his thigh.

He brings his hand down and grabs mine, pulling it to his lips. Giving it a sloppy kiss. With my other hand i reach into my purse and oull out a cigarette.

"Do you mind if i smoke this?" I ask.

"Only if you give me one" he smiles, and i light mine and place it between his lips, pull out another and light mine.

He turns on the radio, and holds my hand all the way to my apartment.