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

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I arrive at Matty's apartment and knock. The door swings open revealing a blonde girl with a tee shirt that ive seen in Matty's  room last time I was around.

"Are you the one delivering the food?" The girl laughs and Matty stumbles up behind her without a shirt.

"J!" He exclaims and smirks at me pulling me into the apartment. "Whaaat a-are youu doing heree?" He slurs and plops on his couch pulling me to sit with him.

"You invited me over earlier. I guess your busy." I gesture to the girl. I try to get out of his grip, but he holds me tightly.

"No no, I want you here." He says and kisses my neck.

"Stop Matthew." I sigh and pull put of his grip. I bolt towards the door in tears. I turn around and matty looks like hes in tears as well. "Call me when your sober." I say loud enough for him to hear.

He stands shakily and starts walking to me, but before he gets to me I open the door and walk out into the cold halls. I run to the elevator and go down.

When I stomp into the lobby I see a man carrying Chinese food.

"Hello?" I ask sweetly. "Is that for apartment 28?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiles.

I produce a $50 bill and hand it to him.

"Keep the change." I smile and take the food and head out the door.

Now him and his whore cant eat. I think to myself as I climb into my car. After I eat a bit of rice in the parking lot I suddenly see a figure approach my car.

A light knock on the window and I roll it down.

"Hey Juliette why are you in the parking lot?" George asks confused.

"Long story." I sniffle "get in" i nod to the passenger side.

He does as I ask and climbs into the car.

"Eat what you want. I stole it from your asshole room mate." I say and hand him the paper bag.

He pulls out some noodles and a plastic fork.

"Stole it? How does one steal food?"

"I came over, he was high and drunk with some whore. She mentioned they ordered food, I ran into the delivery guy and took the food for myself." I shrug and shove some more rice into my mouth.

"What did this whore look like?" He giggles.

"It doesn't matter." I shrug.

He pushes my hair from my face and wipes a tear from my cheek.

"Its okay." He smiles a small smile.

I grab his hand that rests on my cheek and hold it for a moment closing my eyes. Tears begin pulling in my eyes again and he pulls me into his chest.

"Its not okay. Its not okay George its not." I sob into his chest, he caresses my hair and squeezes me.

"You will be okay." He said and pushed me from his chest as his phone began vibrating.  "Its matty." He looks at me wearily.

"Let me answer it" i shrug mischievously and straighten my self up. He hits the answer button, then puts it on speaker.

"Hello." My voices shakes a little.

"Ehm. J?" I hear commotion, I think he stepped out onto the balcony. "Why the fuck are you answering Georges phone?" He suddenly sounds a bit more sober.

"Ill answer that when you tell me why there was a fucking whore in your apartment. Or why you invited me over then completely forgot about me." My voice still shakes but I keep it together.

"Thats Gemma, I'm sorry." He says then I gear him light a cigarette.

"Me too. By the way, if you're still waiting for the Chinese food, ive eaten it. George will bring whatever's left." I giggle a little. "Please don't worry about calling me. I wont answer. I love you." I shrug slightly and a tear manages to escape.

"no J, I love you to-"

I hang up. Then hand George his phone. I scoot over to him and look at him.

"Thank you." I smile. Then kiss his lips softly. He pulls away.

"J, you don't want th-"

(Slightly sexual content, not essential to the story. Trust me, it's just as uncomfortable to write as it is for some to read. Most details are spared though. This isn't 50 shades detailed.)

I cut him off with another kiss, this time more vigorous. My hands go into his hair and his in mine. I push my hand up his shirt and yank it up over his head. He pushes me backwards so I'm laying across the front row of seats.  His fingers begin trying to unbutton my jeans and when he succeeds he pulls them of quickly and trails his kisses.

When he reaches the hem of my underwear he looks at me, I can barely see him with the dim light of the lamps keeping the parking lot lit.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks breathlessly.

I go against everything I find to be right, I want this.

"Yes." I say breathlessly and he slides my underwear off.