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

9

We walk into an odd lingerie shop. Much too sexy for what im here for, I just need a basic pair of underwear.

Matty picks a thong awkwardly from the bin, spins it around on his finger then says,
"These will do" he winks then flings them at me.

I scowl at him.

"Oh, love. Dont get your panties all in a bunch" he winks and turns acting like he knows what hes looking for. "If you dont find anything, we could return to the alleyway" he turns back to me and smacks my butt lightly.

I pick up a pair of basic black lace panties and decide to go ahead with them.

"These will do just fine" I all of the sudden feel shy, and awkward.

He eyes them and smirks a little.

"Alright, lets go then shall we" he says and makes his way to the counter.

The lady working here has lingerie on, she is tall and has light blue hair. Matty is gawking at her.

"Your total is 42.50" she giggles and twirls her hair.

I feel my stomach twist as mattys eyes gleam at her.

"Thats too much." I whisper to him. Breaking him from blueberry's gaze.

"Dont fret" he turn back to her and hands her his card. When she grabs it her hand strokes his gently.

"Would you a receipt, Mr.Healy" she said as she swiped.

"Yes please" he answers with a growl.

I feel like i dont belong here.

She hands him the receipt and i see some writing on it. What the fuck.

"Thank you baby" I say, marking my territory, then pull him into my lips passionately, pushing my hips closer to his.

I pull away leaving him with a confused look, blueberry bitch looks confused as well.

"Lets go" I say giddily and grab his arm and walk out to his car.

"What was that" he asks still dazed.

"Sorry, was I supposed to sit back while you too eye fucked each other?" I snap, as I buckle. He rests his hand on my thigh.

"If you put a steak in front of a dog do you expect him to look away, and ignore it?" He asked softly looking into my eyes.

"You're not a fucking dog, and she isnt a fucking steak.Take me home" I sigh "and look at me the way you did her" I whisper.

"She is meat to me, you're not. Im not going to look at you like I looked at the tramp in the panty shop" He says exasperated.

"Matthew, what are we doing?" I suddenly feel choked up.

"Juliette, I" he stops for a moment. "I never expected to see you again, you know, after the club"

"But you were the one who showed up today" tears are falling down my cheek, as we near my apartment.

"Because you're all i could think about" he sighs. "I think ill drop you at your flat and go back to mine, I dont want to make this a bigger deal than it has already proven to be"

"No" I whimper. Then wipe my face and compose myself. "Stay with me" i plead.

"As you wish" he sighs and pulls into a spot in front of my building.

We get out, i open the lobby door and we make our way in silence to my apartment. The only noise was him humming the tune of hallelujah.

When we get into my apartment I immediately undress, so I'm only wearing my bra and panties, then walk to my bed. Leaving matty at the door confused.

I pull back my sheets and signal to him to follow. He undresses and walks to the other side of the bed. I flop down, and he gently climbs in.

I lay my head in the crook of his arm, breathe in his scent, and trace the tattoo on his chest.

"Sing to me" I whisper into his soft skin.

"What do you wa-" I cut him off.

"Anything." My voice is hoarse and desperate.

"Well were here, were at the common again. smoked 6 of the 10 fags that I only bought an hour ago, I say well I, I, I like the look of your shoes. And I like the way that your face looks when Im arguing with you-"

I drift asleep, the smell of cigarettes, the warmth of his skin, and the soft sound of his voice filling my ears.