daddy. // the 1975

seven // undo

/ fast forward a few days ig lol it got kinda boring on those past chapters sooo /

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today is first show Matty is doing in New York. of course, starting in NYC. it was barely 10 am, i wasn't leaving till around 4. my mom was at work, so i didn't have to explain the whole 27-year-old-daddy-kink thing. i just told her i was working a merch table for a little extra money.

she's happy if she hears money, that's for sure.

when the in-depth answer is i was actually working a merch table for a man who spoils me like a princess.

i wonder what seeing him for the first time is gonna be like. truly, i'm nervous beyond words. will i be starstruck? what if it's awkward? what if i don't like him in person? i don't want to fangirl. 

i was enjoying my time in bed imagining things when an abrupt knock was against my house door. i trudged to the door.

my eyes immediately widened, matty stood at my door frame. i slightly died inside. i was not expecting him to be here.

"what's poppin', darlin'?" he smiled. the way he said darlin' came out more like "dawlin", and i was in love with it.

he stood about 6 inches above me. he smelt of stale cigarettes and expensive cologne. his hair was mangled around his face, poofy curls not being controlled. he wore black skinny jeans with rips on the knees. typical matty healy fashion. he was even more hot in person than i could've ever imagined.

"i'm guessing you're alone?" he said as he stepped in.
"uhhh," i still felt like i lost my breath. "i am until 5," i smiled. i put my hands on his chest and wrapped my arms around him.
"i'm here now, princess." he rubbed my cheek. i looked up at him and smiled.

suddenly, i felt normal.
maybe i just needed a dose of matty. my medicine.
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"do you play?" he asked pointing to the guitar in my room.
"uh, not really. i only know a few chords," i responded, while digging through my closet looking for an outfit.

"i can teach you sometime, if you'd like," he said strumming the guitar.
"id love that, actually."

i still can't believe he's here. in my room, offering to teach me guitar. this doesn't feel real.

"pack an overnight bag, you'll stay with us. i don't want you driving home late," he said considerably. i smiled and sifted for more clothes.

my mom might kill me over this, but oh well. i definitely can't say no.

my outfit for tonight will be a black pleated skirt, my black the 1975 logo shirt, and my adidas superstars. i might as well be a fan girl. i went into the bathroom and changed. i walked back in, matty raised his eyebrows.

"princess?" he asked, walking over to me. i looked up and nodded. he came up behind me and ran his finger tips down my back to my waist.

chills ran up my spine.

"do you have that in pink? daddy likes pink more than black." he said, as he held my waist close to him.

he moved his hand, slowly going over my skirt. i could feel his breathing pace up against my neck as he messed with the hem of my skirt.

he is so fucking sexy.

he carefully turned me to face him and lifted up my arms, while pushing me down onto the bed beneath me.

both still fully clothed, he gently spread my legs open and moved his hips closer to mine.

i wasn't sure exactly what to do. he hovered over me and kissed me.

i looked at him tauntingly.
"it's not time yet. we also have to get going," he said.

his touch alone was arousing.

before we left, i gathered a small overnight bag and changed into the pink skirt like he asked.

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