Salvation in the Secular Age {MH/GD}

{I Can't Wait For You, Boy}

HELLO EVERYONE. So glad you're enjoying this! A few things: I'll be taking some tips from a good friend/soul sister and trying to update once a week. I'll also be working on a new story, Sorry if this is disappointing to anyone, I just wanna make sure my chapters are at their best potential!

I had previously mentioned that I would write a few more flashback scenes with Harper, but I think I kinda took care of that in Eyes Bright, Uptight. The following chapters will take place about ten months after the finale of Eyes Bright, Uptight. Love you all, thanks for sticking around!

Please enjoy this gif of Matty, as it is my favorite thing in the whole wide world.

{Harper}

The kettle was just beginning to whisle on top of the tiny tour bus stove, the loud squeal of steam waking me up more than the alarm on my phone did minutes ago. Matty wandered in, his black joggers hung low on his hips as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning," he mumbled, putting his hand on my shoulder as he reached into the cabinet for a mug. "Make me one, Red?"

I rolled my blue eyes. "I'm your sound-check, not your personal assistant."

Matty smirked at me, ignoring my statement. The boys had went through seven, yes, seven, personal assistants throughout their tour. Four of them were girls that Matty had eventually slept with and the drama couldn't withstand the job title, and three of them were men and Matty dismissed them as well.

Caving into Matty's demands, I made his tea anyways. The scalding water went into the mugs, the tea bags blushing and creating a delicious inky mixture.

"Milk?" I asked Matty as he hoisted himself onto the counter.

He nodded and let out a yawn, tying his curls back.

I splashed milk into each of the cups and handed him his. When I only received a simple nod as a thank you, I reminded myself to ask for a raise.

"Do you ever put on pants?" Matty asked me, eyeing my bare legs and oversized grey shirt.

"Do you ever put on a shirt?" I asked him.

Matty pursed his lips around the brim of the mug. "Touche, Halifax. Touche."

I rested my bum on the counter next to him, using his shoulder to brace me upward.

The curly-haired boy was now giggling beneath his mug, and I narrowed my eyes at him as the giggle turned into an outright fit of laughter. He was nearly choking on his breakfast blend.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?" I asked him, crossing one bare leg over the other.

Matty's dark, gorgeous eyes peered slowly around the unmoving tour bus, taking in every bit of the luxury. This stupid tour bus was more fancy than any home I'd ever lived in, with its recessed lighting, sleek leather furniture, sparking new appliances, and pillow-soft bunks where the boys laid their precious heads at at night.

"I'm just thinking how far we've come," Matty explained, resting his cup between his legs and bringing his chin to his knee. "I mean, we used to sleep in a beat-up van when we were on our so-called tours."

The corner of my mouth titled up. The band had truly came a long way, and all of them were so grateful for it, despite all of the shenanigangs they'd put themselves in the past year. Matty and George with the melodrama that was their mutual love interest Claire McDaniel; Adam with his steady (but crazy) girlfriend Chelsea, and Ross with his fiance and two baby girls. They were so far from the boys I once knew, yet so similar.