She's American {Matty Healy}

3 // oh what a let down, a shame

{stella}

Strolling through the Boston streets was something I had greatly under-appreciated. That is, until I was strolling through these streets hand-in-hand with Matty.

There was this presence around him, something I couldn't quite figure out. But whatever it was, it instantly improved my mood. I didn't even mind that Charlotte had abandoned me earlier—I was with Matty, I didn't need her or anyone. Besides, he was better at holding my hand than she ever could be. His hand fit with mine; our fingers intertwined together perfectly.

I took him on the smallest tour of the city ever created. Instead of visiting the historic locations that most tours focused on, I took him to my favorite spots. We window-shopped at the boutique I had once dreamed of working at while I told him the story of my failed hopes and dreams. We grabbed a late night Chinese dinner at my favorite spot in Chinatown, while I told him stories of the other times I had ended up at that spot late at night with my roommates. We sat on my favorite bench in the Commons while not saying anything, Matty's arm wrapped around my shoulders and my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

But I should have known that this bliss would be short-lived. As we sat on the bench, girls I had never seen before interrupted the beautiful moment. These strangers—two girls dressed in skirts that were far too short and stilettos that were far too tall—stumbled through the park, their faux fur jackets falling off of them as they attempted to make a beeline to where Matty and I sat.

"Oh my god!" they squealed, almost in perfect unison.

"Matty Healy?!" the taller one asked. But it wasn't really a question. It was an ecstatic statement—she seemed to know as well as I did that this was definitely Matty and she was determined to make some sort of impression on him, although it was unclear to me exactly what that impression was.

Matty nodded his head, but didn't smile back at the girls. They didn't seem to catch on. "Yeah?"

"Can we get a picture with you?"

"Sure." He stood up, posing in between the girls, avoiding touching either of them more than what was absolutely necessary. They both threw their arms over him, rubbing his shoulders and hanging off of him. Once the photo was finished, Matty gave the girls a little tight-lipped smile. "Okay, well, thanks for coming out to the show tonight," he said, sitting back down on the bench with me once again.

Naturally, as I expected to be free of these fans of his, they refused to leave. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol in their bloodstreams that made them absolute shit at reading social cues, but the two girls sat down on the bench with Matty and I—one squeezing in between us and one ending up on his other side. Then, the flirting began with me out of the way.

"Matty, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Um, kind of," he said.

"Oh my god, you should just come with us instead!"

"Nah, I think I'm good."

"But we have an apartment that's so close to here!"

"Thanks for the offer, ladies, but I really can't. You should really get home."

The girl next to me leaned in to "whisper" in Matty's ear, "We wouldn't say no to a threesome."

At her words, I immediately stood up. "That's it," I said, brushing off my pants as if that motion could get rid of the disgust I also felt. "I'm done. Goodbye, Matty."