All it takes, is 1 digit from a phone number to be typed in incorrectly, replaced with another, and you find yourself speaking to the wrong person.
But for her, It couldn't be anyone better.... If he admits to who he is and she believes it. // Thi...
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// S T U D I O T I M E //
"Get off your phone!" Hayley demands, as I lay out on her bed. Still rough from the previous night of drinks. Still hurt from our last argument. And no matter how much I tried not thinking of it, I had to admit, things seemed to be so much easier when I didn't know who he was.
"I'm checking the time" I lied, in my sulking tone, as I continued to scroll through our endless list of text messages, swallowing down the lump in my throat as I got to his last few texts, informing me he was out last night, looking for me and begging me to tell him of my where-abouts. Yet I didn't. So now I'm left here in this pit of self pity because I was the one who basically blew him off.
So I only have myself to blame, right?
"You're only torturing yourself" She said, strutting over to the mirror, lip stick in hand, her face already perfected with make up. I hated how this girl could sup like a fish and never get hang overs. "Like I said, let him-"
"Miss me, yeah, you've said" I cut her off with an annoyed eye roll in her direction to show her she wasn't helping me with saying that. Truth was, I didn't want to miss him. And further more, I missed how things were when he was just Matty, the stranger.
I signed into Twitter. Noticing my followers had sprouted up once again, to a ridiculous amount. I groaned quietly to myself, knowing if I was to go snooping, I'd most probably find something I didn't like, written about me. Or him.
"Just text him again then. Why you pussy footing around, it's simple either do it or don't" She pushed, clueless to my feelings and this whole situation. Even though it was the only thing I was banging on about last night in my drunken state.
"If he wanted to speak to me, I'd have heard from him by now" I said, voicing my thoughts as I got onto my home feed. Instantly, Matty's newest tweet stood out to me, only being uploaded a couple of minutes ago. A picture of him in the studio.
She got up from her seat and headed for the door "Well maybe, he's just a stubborn shit. Like you" She retorted, sticking her tongue out at me as she headed out of her room. Now get up. We're going out for a bit" She demanded.
Going out was the last thing I needed. I already felt like I was being watched, just on social media. Would I be spotted and recognised if I was to vent out?
My attention fell back to the picture of him. A weird feeling hitting me in the chest. Fear? Apprehension? Why was I left feeling uncomfortable that this stranger was him? Why was I happier when I believed he was just a regular guy? And why was I here, wishing he was just a typical guy?
Did that make me stupid?
"I will literally throw that god damned phone at the wall if you don't get up, and get these clothes on" She threatened, before throwing me a cotton skirt, black vest and black leather jacket of hers on top of me.
"Bathroom" She pointed, quickly becoming impatient as my attention was on searching for any new tweets from him.
"Now!" She practically screamed, snatching the phone from my hand.
"I'm going" I snapped back, equally as annoyed. I knew she was only trying to help, but she really wasn't helping in the slightest.
