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

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After I finish packing my clothes, I begin packing the apartment. Id cry but I'm numb to any emotion.

Except the excitement that runs through my veins and the Love that burns me so deeply.

I decide to dial Matty to quench my need for his voice.

"Hello, are you alright? Whats wrong? Do you need me back?" He asks frantically but in a hushed tone.

"Shhhhhhhhhh im fine!" I shout back. "I just miss you. Shit Im so high I think I love you." I giggle

"Quoting my lyrics, how darling of you. Im working." He sighs.

"I know." I pout. "I finished packing and I have a lot of shit."

"As I have witnessed." He laughs.

"Who is that?" I hear Adams voice.

"LET ME TALK TO HIM!" I shout.

"Hello?" Adam says in a confused tone.

"Hello sir. How are you." I giggle.

"Oh, Julie. Im perfectly marvelously amazing. And how are you?" He chuckles.

"So many adjectives! Im also that!" I giggle and spin in a circle.

"Are you exercising currently?" He laughs, obviously noting my heavy breathing.

"No im spinning. Its quite entertaining you should attempt it some time. Put my monkey back on the phone." I giggle.

"So im your monkey now?" Matty laughs.

"Yes. Im going to call you monkey from now on." I giggle.

"If you want to. Baby I've got to go, were almost done. Want to meet for dinner?" He asks sweetly.

"I probably shouldn't drive." My energy suddenly drops and I fall to the floor.

"Why not? Are you sure your okay?" He asks and I hear him close a door.

"I wasnt joking when I said I was high." I say slowly.

"You've driven after smoking before, you should be alright." He says quietly and questioningly.

"I did some blow." I admit softly.

"Oh, okay. I'll have a car come get you and bring you here. Bring some with you?" He asks now less tense.

"Okay." I giggle smally "I love you monkey."

"I love you baby." He chuckles back.

Im honestly pleasantly surprised he isn't mad about the drugs, but then again they are his.

I climb on the couch and curl up under a blanket and sort through a box of old pictures. Mostly polaroids of me and Jackson, Christian, Aimee, and Lex. Some of us as concerts, clubs, or just in the street. Some of me without clothes, some with me crying and smiling. Its sad that im leaving these people whom I loved for 3 years so deeply. But its time to leave this in the past.

After sorting through all the photos for a while I get a text from Matty telling me to get ready since the driver will be here shortly. So I get off the couch and walk to my suitcase where I put most of my clothing. I pull out a simple white dress and black stockings. I pull on some white pumps and tie my hair up messily. I put on some eyeliner and mascara then grab my purse. I sit on my couch until I hear a buzz at the door. I throw on Mattys leather jacket and shove the little baggie into his pocket.

I walk out the door and head to the lobby and see George standing outside.

"Hello." I say awkwardly as I walk out of the building.

"Hello, you look like hell." He smirks.

"Same to you Georgie boy." I giggle and he walks towards a black escalade.

"Its hot as hell out, why are you wearing a jacket." He laughs.

After we climb into the car, I pull up the sleeve and reveal my bandage and look sweetly at him.

"Oh." He frowns then pulls me into a hug.

I enjoy it for a moment then push away.

"Im fine." I smile sideways

"Matty was so worried you know." He says and wiles the tear that fell while we were hugging, from my cheek. "Don't cry."

"When? After what happened in my car or apartment?" I giggle shyly and hide my self in the jacket.

"Both actually. About that, are we acting like it never happened or shall we acknowledge it?"  He asks and looks at his beaten up hands.

"Ignore it until it's relevant?" I question.

"Sounds good." He smirks and lays his head in my lap.

"So why did you come along on the trip to get me?" I laugh and mess with his hair.

"I was bored. Matty is recording vocals right now and he seems to think its not good enough. So push his judgement." He laughs.

"I dont want to push something shy of perfection." I giggle.

"You know it's already perfection, he just refuses to realize that it sounds good." He says and closes his eyes.

"That narcissistic asshole perfectionist." I chuckle.

"Probably the most truthful words Ive heard all day." He laughs.

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BAD EDITING AND ALSO KINDA LATE. I forgot to update yesterday too. Sorry for being terrible at updates. 💞 love u though.