i know it's me that's supposed to love you // m.h.

// I J U S T L O O K P A T H E T I C N O W //

        

It had been a week since my bizarre night with Matty Healy. It honestly didn't feel like it even happened and I was starting to believe it was all a dream. Once again, Monday rolled around and I finally sat down at my desk. Monday meetings were the worst. Everyone was tired and didn't want to be there. I looked at my desk phone and saw the flashing light. "Three missed calls and it's only 10am?" I sighed. One was from my mother, wanting to know if I would ever answer my work phone. Second was from a fellow designer, wanting me to check their edits to our digital model of a hospital we were working on. But the third caught me off guard.

"Uh hey... it's Jasper right? Uh well it's me. I'm sure you can tell. I found one of your business cards in that book you gave me. I just wanted to make you got that plan b. I can't believe I even put you in that situation. I'm so sorry. Okay I got to go before any of the boys hear me. Or Jamie. Okay well, take care."

I just sat there in shock. Did I seriously sleep with Matty Healy? And did I get Plan B? "What a fucking idiot." I whispered to myself. What kind of pop star forgets a to use a condom? I shrugged it off, I'm sure it would be fine. I always was. But maybe I'd stop at the pharmacy anyways.

"Jasper, are you working on the hospital today?" Alexa said, walking over to my desk. "Uh yeah just about to start it." I said, swiveling around in my chair to face her. "Thank god. Sarah made some changes to the floor plan and god knows what that idiot did but there are 30 chairs in the bathroom now. Can you please fix it?" Alexa whined, leaning up against my desk. I just laughed and reassured her I'd fix it. "I always do." I joked with a wink.

The rest of the way was uneventful. No major incidents, just another day of editing floor plans. I looked up at the clock and it was finally 5pm. "Heading out Alexa. See you tomorrow." I said as I poked my head into her office. She nodded and waved. I made my way down to the garage but stopped as I opened my car door. I went back to the elevator and went up to street level. There was a drug store down the street and I figured this Plan B might not be a bad idea. Especially if I can't remember what even happened that night.

Sheepishly, I put the box on the counter as the pharmacist rang me up. "You know how to use it?" He asked while raising an eyebrow at me. "Uh no but I'm sure the instructions are on the box." I said quietly trying to make him leave me alone. This was so embarrassing. "Yeah they are. Just make sure you use it within 72 hours of the incident." He said as he walked away. I just blinked. "72 hours. That's 3 days. It's been about a week." I thought to myself. "Great. Just great." I mumbled as I pushed open the door.

I jumped into the shower soon as I got home. I needed to get this stress off of me. I just stood there for a while, wondering what to do. I wrapped the towel around myself and made my way to my bedroom. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra then climbed onto my bed. Grabbing my laptop, I searched for Plan B and what to do about my situation. Some people said to it was fine, others said it wouldn't do anything so just to ride it out. Some said it could potentially hurt the baby if I was pregnant. I sighed, and looked at the box next to me. I tossed it onto the nightstand next to me and just fell asleep instead.

The next day at work, my phone rang again. "Jasper James." I said quickly. I was a little confused at who would be calling me at 8am, first thing. "You didn't return my call." I recognized the voice on the other end. "You must be concerned to keep calling me." I replied. "Well, I can't quite to afford to have a pregnant fan on my hands now, can I?" Matty replied stubbornly. "Well, I was so drunk I didn't remember that night. I didn't get plan b and now it's too late. But honestly, I'm sure it's fine. It was just one time. And even if I do get pregnant, I'll just get an abortion or something. I won't put you through a lovechild. How could you forget a condom?" I sighed. "You said you'd take care of it. Who's being irresponsible now." Then other end went dead. "Hello...?" I said. Rolling my eyes, I hung up my phone. What did I expect? He was Matty Healy. The most dramatic, narcissistic, brutally honest person I had ever heard of.