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1 ♡ Pressure (Matty's POV) ♡

This'll be short. It's pretty much an intro
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I took in a deep inhale, taking in the smoke of my cigarette. I felt the rough, cold brick wall against my back as I leant against it, huffing out smoke. It's one of those nights for me. One of those nights where it's hard to breathe. Hard to think. Hard to even process what's going on around me. It didn't help at all that my eyes were raw, my throat was dry, and my face was tear stained. It was dark and cold in this alleyway. I don't know how I ended up here, but I really don't care.

My cell phone started ringing, making it echo through the long, yet small alleyway. I took it out of my shirt pocket, only to see it was George.

Great.

Don't get me wrong, I love George. He's my best friend, but god he can be an overprotective wanker. Although sometimes I can be one as well...

I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Matty, where the hell are you? Nobody has seen you and I've been looking all day." He asked.

"What does it matter, mate?" I bit my lip.

"What does it matter? Matty I'm worried about you." He sounded frustrated, yet so exhausted.

"Well I'm sure as hell not. Why are you even looking for me?" I asked.

"Matty, you've been shut in for days, and I'm not stopping until I find you. I need to make sure you're okay." George sighed.

"Well good luck." I hung up. I put my phone back in my pocket, resting my head on the wall behind me. I took one last puff of my cigarette before scraping it on the ground, putting it out. I flicked it away. I slowly closed my eyes, quickly falling into a deep slumber, not even caring that I was in a dirty alleyway.
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Really excited for this!

~Bella ♡