Texting a Stranger | Matty Healy | °ONHOLD°

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"Down in one!" Hayley shouted at me in encouragement over the loud music, stood at the bar waiting for me to finish the three shots she'd bought me. I was already towing with the drink, I don't usually drink much.

I rolled my eyes and did as told. Scrunching my eyes shut as the tequila burnt down my throat and into my chest.

Hayley ordered us two more cocktails and told me to go find a seat. I stumbled to a table and plonked myself down, reaching for my phone from my bag to text Matty with a complaint at how disgusting tequila is.

3 shots of tequila and I'm verging on being dead! xx

She was back, placing the drink down in front of me before rolling her eyes at me, phone still in hand. "What's his name again?" She asked, popping the straw into her mouth before throwing me a devious smirk.

I rolled my eyes. Instantly regretting telling her about how I got talking to this randomer from him mistakenly texting me. I'd tried to keep it all on the low down, tried playing it cool in front of her, because she was the type of girl who could get any guy she wanted - probably why I hated the fact she'd had the chance to bump into Healy earlier today. He was probably instantly smitten with her. But I think she knew I was starting to like this guy. No matter how much I tried playing it down or telling myself I didn't.

"Matty" I rolled my eyes. But began scowling at my phone when I found he was too busy to actually message back and speak to me again.

I feel like I should be taking a hint from you constantly blowing my texts off recently.... :/ Sorry. Message received! x

"The 1975!" Hayleys voice suddenly screeched from beside me, deafening me.

"What!?" I stood instantly, desparetly looking round in all directions. But then immediately heard  the guitar to Girls being played through the huge speakers above us. "Oh" I murmered embarrassed and sat myself back down as she began giggling away at me.

"You'll meet him. I'm sure of it" She grinned, making her eye brows dance up and down.

I scowled across at her, not even aiming to hide my annoyed expression. "No you don't, why would you say that?" I bit, feeling more annoyed than I should. I knew deep down it was mainly because Matty wasn't replying back to me.

For the past few days, talking to him is all I've done. And I'd suddenly realised I'd quickly gotten used to that.

"Lets go dance" She leant into me, trying to pull me up by the arm.

"Um, okay-" But before I had chance to move, my phone lit up in my hand. "You go, I'll come find you in a few minutes" I told her, showing her quickly that I had a text. Instantly my mood was lifted.

Sorry, I'm out, didn't hear my phone. I was just about to text you. I'm out in Manchester myself tonight with a few mates. Where you at? xxx

My smile widened.

Holy shit he was here and out too?!

At The View. Know it? It's the one on the end just as you walk onto Canal street? xx

I know it. I'll be about 5 minutes. I'll give you a bell when we're inside. Can't wait to meet you! xxx

Am I really doing this? Meeting up with this stranger I've quickly become attached to? Please god, do not be some 50 year old man with a grey beard and yellow, nicotine stained fingers. 

One part of me was yelling to go get Hayley, just in case he was really a creep. But another part was telling me to do this alone. You know this guy, you've been talking enough to know each other well enough now?