playing with the air // m.h.

living in a house with just three walls

            

d e s t r y // p o v

I feel heat hit a section of my leg, warming it slowly and causing me to try to roll closer to it. I feel my body tangle itself further in thin sheets, limiting my mobility. I groan, yanking my body against the covers until I'm free, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I try to stretch my back and arms from the position, feeling my crop-top bunch up slightly. Wait, why was I wearing my crop top still? I open my eyes immediately, going to look around the room. While the bed I laid in had crisp, white sheets and fluffy matching pillows, the floor two messy suitcases—one of which basically had its contents strewn across the space in front of it—plus a shirt and pair of black jeans thrown on top of the cleaner luggage. It only takes me a quick breath in to realize that I'm in a guy's room (cologne scent over body odor scent), causing me to jerk into attention. Had I gone home with someone wasted? It wasn't my style, but maybe Asher's confidence had gotten to me. Had I actually fucked someone last night? The clothes lying around certainly gave off that vibe, added in I felt completely disheveled. That's when the newest noise startles my ears, the sound of water running. I look for the source of the noise, seeing a white door on the wall to my left with a glowing yellow light illuminating the crack in it. Oh fuck. If I couldn't remember whose I went home with last night, did I really want to face them in the morning? My attention quickly focuses to find my phone and shoes—opening up my Uber app and calling one before reaching for the shoes and yanking them on as quickly as possible. I wasn't sure how long this person took to shows, but honestly I wasn't going to wait to find out; creeping towards the next door, desperate to be quiet enough to not alert whoever was hopefully washing their hair at this exact moment as I carefully snake myself out the door—watching the handle the entire time.

Once I had heard it gently click I turn around, scanning the area around me. Only after I started to dart out of the living area and to the main door do I see the now frozen figure perched in an awful floral chair with a book propped in one hand and a mug in the other. My eyes widen, then my brow furrows in confusion—Adam? Suddenly I hear a clash of glass a little farther away.

"Honestly, I'm astonished they don't have more tea options, we are in bloody fucking London," a voice travels shortly after. I don't know who was meant to respond because Adam and I were currently locked in a mildly terrified stare. Giving in and looking over was the moment I decided to bolt out of here, booking it towards the door and swinging it open and closed before darting down the hallway and quickly to the main entrance (with the help of signs) where my Uber sat waiting.

Purely due to the fact that when I looked over I caught the sleepy gaze of a curly haired boy, in nothing but his boxers—causing my gut to fall. My stomach dropped even further when I realized it was Matty, who was probably just waking up, and then dropped to the soles of my feet when I realized that the jeans of my potential fuck last night, were actually the ones painted on his slim frame not twelve hours ago.

My panic doesn't calm itself until I'm back inside my own apartment, flopped onto my couch in distress. I was developing a nasty habit of slaming doors in that boy's face—but what else was I meant to do? I didn't remember the night before, and certainly not joining him back to his room. Added in this boy was giving me very moody angry eyes last night—leaving me curious as to why exactly he'd want to have sex with me if he had already made his displeasure regarding me so evident.

"Asher, where are you?" I half yell into my cell phone once it shows he's started the call.

The first reply I get is a strained groan, probably from him stretching, before he croaked out his real response, "Less then ten minutes away. Why, whats the matter?"

"There's been a mild emergency, if you could make your way back to headquarters," I let out a deep sign, feeling the changes in my posture.

"Oh shit, yeah yeah, be there soon." After a bit of rustling the line goes dead, surely him getting his stuff together and booking it home. I wasn't one to label things as a "mild emergency" often, and honestly often just kept my issues to myself—so this response is probably causing him to freak out because within ten minutes his rushing through the door and flopping onto the couch beside me.

"What happened?" He grabs my hands, his eyes searching for any giveaway in my expression.

"I woke up in a room with clothes in it," I bite my lip, what a stupid way to start.

"And?" He gives me a skeptical look, trying to decode the issue.

"Males clothes," I trail out.

He nods, beaconing me to continue.

"Matty Healy's clothes," I almost mumble the last part, my cheeks immediately flushing bright pink.

"OH MY GOD!" He finally starts freaking out, rocking back to yell out his surprise, "You slept with rock star Matty Healy?"

I roll my eyes at the label he's given them, not really viewing anyone in the band as having that title, "I don't remember, maybe. If I did I can't imagine I didn't consent." I roll a chunk of my hair between two fingers, "I went to leave, and he was in the kitchen in his pants." I feel my blush deepen, despite the fact that I'm not even looking at Asher anymore.

"Intense," Asher lets out a low whistle, "So what do you plan on doing?"

I shrug, "Avoid him probably, I can't imagine a situation where this isn't awkward," I bring my gaze back up to his.

Asher hisses, looking away nervously now, "That may be a bit hard."

"Why?" I hear myself snap.

"I may have invited the entire crew to our Ground Hog day party."

"First of all why are we even having that? It not an exciting holiday much less one you're meant to party during. Secondly, not a problem, that's like over a week away and they're busy people—they'll probably forget about it by that time," I take deep breathes, having to reassure myself of my logic as well.

"That's the attitude," He gently smacks a broad hand on my shoulder, "Are you coming to work with me today?"

I nod; I needed to get out of the house and my mind defiantly of Matty Healy and our potentials.

"Awesome, we need to head out within an hour then, be ready," He gets up and ruffles my hair before heading to what I assume as the shower. I sit still for a few more moments; finishing the hot chocolate I had made myself upon arriving home. Was I really going to over process this all day? I'll be over it by five.

**Matty POV next chapter—got to find out why Des left in such a hurry am I right? Doing this by votes probably so definitely know if you want me to keep going!**
**also I will be review this chapter and last since I haven't had a chance too so sorry for random notifications**