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

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TWO WEEKS LATER..

Today is just like every other day the past 2 weeks has been. I wake up, have a cigarette, then get dressed. I sit on my floor for a few moments and stare at the door, partially expecting a knock even though I know it wont happen.

I haven't heard from him, or anyone. Only a few texts from my brother, and my boss saying its okay if I still stay out for now.

He hasn't contacted me. He hasn't called, or texted or anything.

I run my hands through my messy hair and tie it up. I wipe the tears from my exhausted face then I stand and walk to the door to begin to walk out for my run to the cafe.

When I get to the cafe somethings different. My usual spot outside is occupied by a familiar body. I ignore it and walk in, expecting this to be a hallucination conjured by my exhausted mind.

I order my coffee and walk back outside to sit, but he is still there sipping a drink. I take a deep breath and walk to the little table. I sit my cup down and sit opposite of him.

We stare each other in the eyes for what seems to be forever.

"What are you doing here?" finally manage to choke out, I look down. His eyes still burn into my skin.

"I-I missed you." He says and pulls his glasses off. He smiles a small smile and puts his head in his hands.

"If you called, you might have missed me a lot less." I shrug and pull a cigarette out of his pack that is laying on the table.

"Theres 2 things I love about you." His voice cracks a bit.

What? What the hell is he doing? I look at his in complete confusion.

"You speak your mind, and take what you want." He says, clearing up what he meant. "Honestly, I could make a list."

"What are you doing here?" I ask again.

"I miss you. I've already said that." He shrugs.

"Don't say it like that. You know how fucking easily it would've been avoided? You left. You don't have the right to miss me, you made the choice." I say as calmly as I can without tears erupting.

"Im here now." He says back in the same tone.

"This." I wave my hands around my body. "This wreck that you see before you, you are the one that caused it." I sigh and sip my cup.

"No no. Don't throw blame at me. I know you remember what you said." He says.

Shit, this is actually my fault.

"I was fucking drunk Matthew!" I raise my voice making other people look over to us a little.

"A drunk man tells no tales." He remains calm.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have left. So maybe you're right, no tales to be told." I stand up and begin walking in the direction of my apartment.

"Stop!" I feel his hand around my wrist and he pulls me to him. "I love you. Im sorry I left. You weren't making it all that easy to stay."

I put my arms around him and inhale his scent.

"Im still mad." I sigh "I love you too."

"Okay. You know you're very cute whilst mad." He says and wraps his arm around my neck and kisses me deeply.

"You have your car?" I ask after we pull away.

"No. Why?" He asks dubiously.

I grab his hand and interlace our fingers. I begin leading us towards my apartment.

"Nice butt." He laughs and taps lightly.

"Nice face." I giggle and kiss his cheek.