Lavender Moon (Matty Healy Fanfic)

oh what a let down

I perplex and paused for a moment. Maybe if he didn't see me - maybe if I just moved away from the window... No, he definitely noticed me. And he stared back.
My brain blacked out completely.
I felt like I was caught in the act and my whole body tensed.
I just stared. My eyes scanned his face, his messy hair, then his face again. He's got a pretty face actually, I never noticed up to now. Not some sort of classic beautiful magazine face though. His face was interesting, nothing that you would look at and then forget as soon as you look away. It just fit him.

I jumped away from the window embarrassed of my own thoughts. My hand automaticly pushed my hair from my face and I took a deep breath. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. My cheeks were burning.
"What the actually fuck, Violet." I reprimated myself and shook my head. It wasn't like the first time I cought him behind the window - it was his room, for God's sake.
After a few more breaths I finally pulled myself together and collected my books to do my school work.

I set my iPod on shuffle as I opened my biology folder. Joy Division was the first band to play. Manchester sound, innit.
Just as I managed to write down the date and the title my doorbell rang, just about loud enough for me to hear. I sighed and turned down the music again.

"Evenin', I got a delivery for Timothy Healy." The FedEx man put the parcel down on our doorstep and made me sign for their delivery before I could even protest.
Actually, I had to accept Matthews parcels quite often as it seems to be too stressful for him to go down and open the door himself.
I picked the parcel up and made my way over to his house. Stumbling over my feet I walked up his driveway and just as I was shifting the weight in my arms to press the doorbell, the door got torn open.
"Uh?" Matthew seemed to be pretty suprised.
"Here." I mumbled and quickly pushed the parcel into his arms.
"Matty get out of the way, I can't hold this forever." Only now I noticed the boys behind him that were carrying what seemed to be instruments. The guy that spoke up was George. "Oh hello Violet, I didn't see you, sorry. Did you come over to finally get in the pleasure of seeing us perform?"
"Uhm, no actually I just - I got a parcel for - uh."
"Don't mind George, we're on the run anyway" explained Matty and then turned around to get the delivery inside.
"Yeah, I got to go now, I suppose." I declared and walked back.
"No wait, you could come with us!" shouted George "We're playing at a pub a few streets away tonight and we are gonna do a soundcheck in an hour. There's still a seat left in the van, if you want to."
"It's not your car." snapped Matthew and shot him an angry glare. Okay then?
"Actually it's my car." The guy behind him that carried an electric guitar said. Adam was his name, I think. He was at Wilmslow aswell. "And I'm saying she can come with us."
"She can actually talk for herself." I stated. It was quite annoying how everyone thought that they could absolutly ignore the fact that I was standing right beside them.
Matty mumbled something in response that I couldn't quite catch and placed his guitar in the back of the black van.
"Don't be such an arse." George scolded him and then turned around towards me again. "He doesn't mean it. He's just nervous because it's our first gig in months and the pub's usually quite crowded. Are you comin' along then?"
I had to think about it for a moment. Everyone - except for Matthew - was down for it and I was actually curious to see them live properly. On the other hand I A. was underaged and doubed that I could even get into the pub, B. already got uncomfortable just thinking about a crowed room full of drunk people, C. was quite sure that Matthew really didn't want me there.
Screw Matty.
"Fine, I'll come."

A/N: hello everyone, first of all, thank you for reading / voting / commenting. I'm sorry that all the chapters up to now are quite short and nothing really happens but I promise that I'll try to speed up the story a bit. xx