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May's POV

Am I tired of my life?

That's the question I ask myself for days now.
I spent time with Tyler and we had a laugh more often than ever. I am sure he will change and that makes me happy.
I am working in the record store every day and I love it.

Am I tired of my life?

Well I was, when Tyler hit me, when my parents died... I was tired and just wanted to make it to an end.
But now?

And why is Matty tired of his life? He plays music every day in a different city. He is spending his time with his best mates. He has a girl who loves him and a real family.

Are we tired of our life?

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The weeks passed and today is the day the boys are coming back home.
They finished the tour and spend the next few months hone till they will record their second album in LA.

Matty and me haven't really talked since our last conversation, just a few texts.
His date with Chelsea went well, he said.
They met Ed Sheeran backstage and Chelsea has just fangirled.

My life has been really boring.
I worked in the record store and spend my evenings at home with or without Tyler.
Fortunately he hasn't been that rude yet.
He came home pretty drunk a few times but he barely touched me then.
We just make out and had hot kiss sessions that's it.

So I open the store at 10 am. It's pouring down and I forgot my umbrella at home. I am soaked, like really soaked and fuck I am just wearing a cropped top and black jeans.
I get in the "break room", looking for a shirt. David forgets some of his shirts sometimes, and I find a grey tshirt. I put it on and laugh because it's too big, I could wear it as a dress.
My hair is wet as well, so I put it in a bun.

Once I made the store ready to be opened, the boredom hits me.
I am just sitting here for hours watching the people run along the streets to get god knows where.
Alice has texted me to announce that they will be back today evening.
I am happy because I have missed her too much. Home isn't like real home without her.
I text Tyler, so he has a chance to be gone till they will come back. David would kill him if he even meets him another time.

Dead of boredom, I text Matty.

Hi, when will you be home again?

He answers just a few seconds later.

I am home already;)

Uhm what??

Really? That's cool;)) how comes?

Last show had to be cancelled because Adam was puking his guts out:))

Oh:(

Where are you?

Oh shit! Please no!!
I decide to not answer. I don't know if I could face him right now.

The door is opened and a couple comes in. Relieved to have something to do I walk over to them.
"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes please. We are looking for some Rolling Stones records."
"Yeah! We have many of them. Just over there..."
The man follows me, while the woman is looking around.
"The weather is pretty shit isn't it?", the man smiles.
Surprised he starts a conversation I smile back shyly.
"Yeah"
"I haven't seen you working here before"
"Uhm..well to be honest I am already working here for nearly a year now!"
"Such a beautiful girl as you are I would have noticed, I am sure!"

I am sorry??? You have a girlfriend you twat!!

But when I turn around, she wasn't inside anymore. What the...?

" Oh she has left. She doesn't want to see how I flirt with other girls, she can't handle it!", he winks.

I clear my throat, ready to tell this fucker, that I won't flirt with him, when he lays his hands on my waist and presses his lips on mine.
I push him away, and cuff him.
"Excuse me-"
"Hey what's wrong bitch?"
Bitch?!

He comes over to me, pulling me back to him. I try to fight but he is stringer, of course.

"What the fuck?!"
Someone shouts and suddenly the man hits the ground.
I turn around to thank my saviour and gasp.

Matty Healy is standing infront of me, his face framed by wet curls. His black shirt is soaked with water and sticks on his body.
Holy shiiiit!

"Mate what was that for?"
"Shut up! If you lay a finger on her again I will do worse I promise!"
The man stumbles towards the door and disappears before Matty could do anything else.

Pressed against a wall, I try to catch my breathe.
Matty turns to me slowly.
"You alright?", he whispers husky.
I nod.
He exhales relieved, and runs his hands through his wet hair.
He rushes over to me, taking my face between his hands and presses his forehead against mine.
"Thank god! I don't know what I would have done, if he hurt you!"

"I am okay!"
His scent makes me feeling dizzy, cigarettes and an expensive perfume.
He is so close, I could nearly kiss him.

Suddenly he pulls back and looks over me.
"Why do you wear this shirt?", he smirks.
"Uhh..my clothes got wet and I had no umbrella with me."
"Really? Well... it looks pretty shit!"
I laugh out, and look down at me.

The sleeves are too long for a t-shirt and the shirt ends just above my knees.
"Hey David is a big guys, you know that! "
"Imagine how you would look like in George's shirt!", Matty grins.

"Uhm what are you doing here anyway?", I ask to change the topic.
Matty furrows, but answers.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Ahh that's sweet! By the way do you know Alice and David are coming back today?"
"Really? Great then go change so I can walk you home!"
"But it's-", I start and look outside. It has stopped raining and you can see the sun actually.

"Alright then..."
I walk in the break room and look for my top. It's still wet and if I don't wanna risk a cold I should probably not wear it.
"Everything okay?"
Matty is leaning against the door frame.
"I am afraid I have to go like that."
"Hmm... well then you should watch your cute ass to not be seen."
I blush and grab my bag and tuck my top in it.
"Ready to go?"
"Yes!"

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Aww Matty you are sooo cute;))

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