102 (A Matty Healy fanfiction)

// i can't stop smiling at you //

I woke up in Matty's hotel room. The white sheets were crisp. I felt his warm breath on my back. I started to think about how my mornings were before Matty. I wasn't really lonely before, because I was never used to anything but sleeping alone. Now I knew I could never sleep without him. He made me feel like a balloon being blown up. A gradual increase of pressure. Good pressure though, like exciting pressure, in my gut.

I hoped I wouldn't ever have to find out what it was like not to wake up next to Matthew, and with that thought my chest felt tight, but I took a deep breath and tried to live in the moment. At that moment, Matty awoke. I knew because I suddenly felt warm lips kiss my bare shoulder.

I turned around to face him, and smiled. He smirked at me.

"This is the most gorgeous sight I've ever seen in my life." Matty said. He then nuzzled his face into my neck and I let out another deep, happy sigh.

"For me too, my lovely boyfriend." I said back. I still was over the moon excited to call him my boyfriend. We were obviously official now, after last night.

"What's the plan today?" I asked, running my nails gently along his arm.

"Hangover day for the lads, darling."

"Sweet."

I reached over the side of the bed, accidentally pushing my bum into Matty's chest, to grab my shirt.

"Don't get dreeessed." Matty said in a husky morning voice.

"I want to go out and do something fun with the girls."

"Or we could have some fun, just us, right here." He tried to grab the shirt away from me but I got out of the bed and slid it on. I'd grabbed his shirt instead of mine. It was a black button down shirt.

"I am going to shower. I said blowing a kiss at him and going into the washroom. I looked at my skin. I had a spot starting to brew up by my hairline. "Ew." I said aloud. I took off Matty's shirt and tossed it beside the sink, then turned on the shower and let it get warm. I got in and started to wet my hair when I heard the door open.

"What... what are you doing, babe?"

"Baby, I need to shower as well."

"You can't wait?"

"I don't want to."

"Okay, get in." I gave in and he hopped in with me happily.

I handed him the shampoo and gestured to my hair. I also admired his gorgeous body, as he was probably doing to mine as well. He began shampooing me and we actually did both get everything done. Then just before we got out he started to kiss me hungrily, like he did last night.

"I don't think I'm ready for a quicky yet babe. Last night I was a virgin, okay?" I was being honest. Someday I'd be able to just spontaneously blow him whenever he wanted, but I wasn't there yet.

He just pecked me on the lips and said "So sorry, sweet heart." And then handed me a towel. I was so grateful for him.

After we'd both gotten ready, he went to go find his mates while I went back to my room to check on the girls.

They all looked quite a mess. Carmen and Isla were on the floor, Isla half in the bathroom, Carmen using her legs as pillows. Bailey and Andrea were on one bed, of course only Andrea had made it under the covers. Kaci was half on the other bed, but her legs were mostly on the side table. She was hogging most of the bed. The small area on her bed that was free I walked over to, and lied next to her. I put my face near hers and whispered "Kaci."

Her eyelashes fluttered but no movement was made. I whispered again a little louder, and finally she became conscious. She opened her eyes a little and smiled at me. She then rubbed them, smudging her mascara all over her face. She smiled again. "Yeah?"

I giggled at her and told her what time it was. It was 1:02pm. Time for us to go do something fun, I told her. She squinted at me and shrugged, then sighed and pulled her sweaty body up into a sitting position. While yawning, she leaned over and smacked Andrea's butt. Slowly everyone started to wake up. Isla was the last one to be ready.

"Come onnnn!" we urged her.

"Shut up guys, my eyeliner is not on fleek yet. Honestly."

I told the girls to go hail us a cab or something and wait downstairs for us. Then I sat on the sink in front of Isla's makeup.

"So you stayed with us last night?"

"Us? You mean your friends! Where were you? I was worried!"

"I stayed with Matty. In his room."

We smirked at each other and then laughed as I nodded my head.

"Good?"

"Perfect."

"Good. I'm happy for you, love. Now I'm ready!"

Isla and I headed downstairs arm in arm as I spared just a couple details about the nights events.

The girls had all grabbed a cab and I texted Matty that we'd decided to go see an art gallery for the day. Then we asked the cab driver if he had an AUX cord. He actually did, and we began obnoxiously screaming along to Girls, on the way to the gallery.

Times like these are like photographs in my mind. They're captured like a scene in a picture. I see myself laughing at Bailey's impression of Adam. I see Carmen making faces when she tells us about John's snoring. I see us all poking fun at Kaci for her comments about George. I see Andrea spilling her water bottle all down her shirt, and Isla and I cringing as we remember how we met. All these girls, had become a part of me. A piece of the moment, the photograph in my mind. I wouldn't trade this tour for anything. These people for anything.