Worthless (Matt Tuck fanfic)

Forget The Past.

(A/N: DON'T WORRY, EVERYTHING IN THE STORY FROM NOW ON WILL BE HAPPY SMILEY AND CUTE!! I hated writing those last two chapters 😣)

Music played quietly through the speakers in the kitchen. I couldn't have it playing too loud, otherwise I'd feel bad for waking him up. He needed his sleep. I stood in front of the open fridge, in one of his T-shirts, and a pair of my pajama shorts, deciding on what to cook for breakfast. As I was looking and murmuring the words to the song that was playing, a pair of arms found their place around my waist, bringing me back to reality.

"I wasn't done cuddling you up there." I smiled, leaning my head back as he sleepily put his head on my shoulder. I put my hands ontop of his forearms as we stood there for a moment.

"Sorry, I was hungry. I was hoping you'd stay sleeping for a little longer," I said. I turned around to face Matt and he reached behind me to shut the fridge, then lifted me up and moved over to the kitchen side, where he sat me down so we were nearly at the same level. He stood in between my legs and went back to cuddling into me the way he always does, arms tight around my waist, and his face buried in my neck.

It's been about a week and a half since we found him in South London. He'd spent a week in the hospital, recovering from all the fighting. Nothing serious happened to him, but they just wanted to make sure he was Ok because of how little he'd eaten compared to how much alcohol he'd been drinking. They said that someone in that state was more vulnerable to major injuries in a fight, so they had done many different tests and taken some blood tests just to make sure. Luckily though, Matt managed to stay Ok. For the most part. The bruising had nearly cleared up, all that was left was the remains of a black eye from how often he was punched in the same place. His ribs were also still a bit sore, even though the bruising had gone and a small scar was still visible above his eye, but like I said, for the most part he was doing Ok.

This was now his fourth day home from the hospital. He'd asked me while he was in there if he could maybe move in with me. Whilst my mind had been doing flips at his idea, I had managed to stay calm and agree without any problems or hesitation. I had then asked some of the boys if they'd arrange to move Matts stuff from his house to mine, and they happily agreed, knowing that Matt would still want me to stay with him each day until he was out of the hospital.

Speaking of the the boys, you may be wondering if Dylan ever found out about our plan to go find Matt. Well... we couldn't really hide it from him forever. Was he Ok with it? No. Let's just say we need to start looking for a new drummer. He said he didn't want anything to do with us because we'd kept something a secret from him, which is a fair point, but I knew it was more of the fact that the whole thing was based around Matt. I could tell Dylan didn't ever want to be around Matt since the day I had gone through his phone, and if leaving us made him feel better about it, then I wasn't going to force him to stay. It was sad having him go though. Him, Myles, Jack and I had been part of the band since the very beginning, and that was a good six years ago now.

"How are you feeling today?" I asked. Matt lifted his head up to look at me before replying.

"Pretty good now that I'm looking at you." I pulled a face at his comment.

"Stop it, it's first thing in the morning I look like-"

"A beautiful girl first thing in the morning."

"No, not with all my makeup smear-"

"Um, I happen to think that you look absolutely perfect first thing in the morning. In fact, seeing you wake up with messy hair and makeup from the day before smudged everywhere is my favourite thing ever." His words silenced me and I just looked at him with a small smile on my face. No, we still weren't a couple, still haven't had our first kiss yet, but Matt had finally stopped 'denying his feelings' and upon doing so had opened the floodgates, letting a completely different side of him pour out completely, and to be honest, I absolutely adored it.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"You," He said simply before laughing at my reaction and walking back over to the fridge. I just sat there, heart beating furiously and eyes wide.

"Um, excuse me, come back here!" I ordered, seeing him turn back around with the cheekiest grin I'd ever seen on a man. He made his way back over to me, still holding that grin.

"Yes?" He asked, placing his hands on my waist and sliding me closer to him.

"You can't just say something like that to a woman and then walk off," I jokingly scolded.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know it would have that much of an affect on you..." He trailed off. "But I suppose if it really did have that much of an affect..." He didn't finish his sentence as he began to lean forward, automatically making my breathing unsteady. Surely he wasn't going to...

Just as I really did think we were about to share our first kiss, he disappointed me by instead giving me a small kiss on my nose. I glared up at him and he laughed before yet again making his way back to the fridge. "So I'll make breakfast, yeah?" He asked, trying to keep his laughter in.

"Yeah, and you can wash up, tidy the kitchen and possibly even do the rest of the house work for that stunt you just pulled!" I exclaimed. His laughter increased and I couldn't help but give in and smile at the sound. I was happy that after all this time, he was finally starting to smile and laugh again, and I felt even happier knowing that I was part of the reason why.

I made my way upstairs to get changed while Matt worked on breakfast. After settling on a pair of white skinny jeans and a black strappy top, I changed into them, and added and black and red flannel shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. I sat down to do my makeup and heard Matt call me down just as I was finishing up. "I'll be just a second!" I called as I quickly put my makeup back away.

When I returned back to the kitchen I was greeted with two plates of bacon sandwiches and two cups of coffee. I walked up behind Matt and hugged him from behind, thanking him for making the breakfast. He smiled and we went to sit down, discussing what we could do today.

"Well, we've still put our tour on hold. I think we moved it back two weeks, so practice is in one week. We can do whatever you want for today and the rest of this week," Matt told me. I nodded and drank some of my coffee, placing it back on the table before speaking.

"Well I don't mind what we do." There was a small silence as we thought of some ideas.

"Well the weather is really nice, how about we take a trip to somewhere that has a beach and we can spend the day there. I'll drive." I considered the idea, and Brighton came to mind. Matt agreed with my choice. Once we'd finished eating, Matt cleared up, telling me that it was all part of making up for his little stunt earlier. I chuckled slightly and he soon went upstairs to get ready himself.

After waiting about half an hour for him, Matt was finally ready to go. He'd decided he wanted to take a shower so I had to wait around for a bit longer. I waited for him by the door and he came down wearing light blue skinny jeans and his favourite Metallica tank top. He'd re done his beard so it was nothing more than slight stubble and his hair sat to one side, so it helped to cover the remains of his black eye. The way he had cut his hair was probably my favourite way he's ever had it to be honest. He quickly pulled on his converse, and grabbed one of his long sleeved jumpers from over the side of the banister and his keys and wallet from the table by the door. Over time I'd learnt he has a habit of leaving random things in random places, like the jumper for example. I didn't mind it though, he lived here too, it was his house as well now.

"Right, let's go," He said, smiling at me as I opened the door. Once we were outside, I locked up and we got into his car, buckled up and began our trip to Brighton. Whilst driving down the road, Matt put on Metallicas album 'Metallica', claiming that it was his favourite album, and rested his hand on my thigh as he drove. I leant my head back and watched him drive whilst he sung quietly along to the music for a bit, then turned my attention to the world outside. Today would be a good day, I could feel it.