Figure my heart out. {Matty Healy fanfiction}

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Matty woke up first, and was certainly very confused when he found himself lying next to a mesmerisingly beautiful girl. Her hair was messily free, and she had yesterday's clothes on, with yesterday's makeup slightly smudged around her face, yet she still managed to look stunning. She was like the night sky, messy and unorganised in an unbelievably gorgeous way.
Matty hadn't realised that he had been staring at her until her eyes began to flutter open, and she smiled slightly as she noticed Matty still lying next to her.
"Morning, I'm glad you're still here, I was half expecting you to leave" Olivia grinned as she and Matty lay next to each other peacefully, neither of them wanting to get up.
"Yeah, and I hate to have to leave, but my mate George will be wondering where I am. Although, he probably just thinks I slept with you" Matty laughed as he stood up, stretching.
"Oh, okay" Olivia forced a smile as she stood up to show him to the door.
"Thank you so much Olivia, for everything. We've know each other for a little over 24 hours and yet I feel really close to you, it's kind of alien, but in a good way" he flashed a handsome smile as he leaned forward to envelop Olivia in a hug, which she happily returned.
"Bye Olivia! I'll call you to meet up again soon?" He called over his shoulder, and Olivia nodded as she waved, then closed the door, sighing slightly. She quickly shook off the weird, disappointed feeling that had overcome her and decided she should probably shower and clean herself up, rather than sitting around sloppily in yesterday's clothes and makeup all day.
"Hey Jessie, wanna go shopping later? I could use some new clothes" Olivia chuckled at her friend through the phone, who had only just woken up.
"Of course, pick me up in an hour?"
"Yep, see you then chica" Olivia grinned, and placed her phone down on her bed, blasting her playlist, a mix of her favourite bands. She only applied a little makeup, as she wasn't too fussed about how she looked.
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"So Matty mate, you banged her didn't you?" George winked cheekily at Matty, who shoved him lightly in return.
"No but seriously, did you?" Adam laughed as they sat down, beers in hand, in the basement of George and Matty's house. Although they were getting famous now, they still lived together in a fairly small city house, with single glazed windows and hard, uncomfortable beds, the wind always managed to get into the house too. Music either blasted through the house or played softly at all times, it was never silent. They mainly hung out in the basement, where they could play their music and smoke without the neighbours calling the police on them, they had that happen a few times.
"No, we didn't have sex." Matty laughed awkwardly, ignoring his friends' jokey taunting.
"Awh, poor Matty bubba didn't get laid!" George teased, leading Matty to slap him lightly across the head.
"Shut up. Want a smoke?" A chorus of murmurs of agreement filled the room, and Matty lit a joint, taking a drag before passing it to Ross, who accepted it gratefully.