Texting a Stranger | Matty Healy | °ONHOLD°

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I stood in a panic.

But just as quickly sat back down, not knowing what to do, how to act, where to look. Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself.

He was edging closer and closer in my direction. He seemed calm, relaxed. While I was hyperventilating in my seat. My hand pinched at the skin on my forearm, desperate to pull myself out of this wicked day dream... It can't be real. How is this happening? How is the stranger him? Things like this don't ever happen to me.

"What about you baby, what's your plans tonight?" The guy closest to me asked, before casually throwing an arm around my shoulder.

Instantly I scowled across at him, before quickly removing him off of me. But he clearly couldn't take a hint. Or read annoyance, he just laughed and pulled me into him again, thinking it was all fun and games.

"You okay?" A stern, ragged, familiar voice asked meer seconds later. It was him, it really was him! And for a third time this week, Matthew Healy was speaking to me in person. 

His eyes burnt into me. Yet I couldn't move my gaze from the table in front of me.

I stood without thinking and immediately headed for the door. My head was spinning, and it wasn't because of the alcohol now.

"I need some air" I muttered as I passed him as quick as my legs would allow me. Still refusing to give him eye contact.

But his hand suddenly reached for mine. As though he knew what I was about to do. He knew I was in panic mode. But it was all too much right now. His touch heating my skin instantly, awakening all my senses.

"Please don't do this. Don't run from me. I've only just got you" he spoke softly, quietly, keeping his eyes on our hands. Still having hold of me.

But I couldn't think straight. All that was running through my mind was 'how?' And 'why?' Why did he lie? For all this time?!

My hand let go of his, suddenly left feeling cold, but I had to. His touch, his gaze on me, all making me feel short of breath.

"Alessia!..." He breathed heavily, wounded, realisation kicking in as though he could now hear into my thoughts.

I grabbed at the door, knowing Hayley was still occupied but knowing my time was limited.

"Why are you running?" His voice yelled after me. "You promised!"

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