Falling for You // Matt Healy

So Far (It's Alright)

"Oh well I'm coming to the end of 23 she said, is that alright?
And it's coming to the end of you and me she said, is that alright?
And how can you complain about life and talk about being bored"

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"Come on, Fi. It's your twenty-fourth birthday. We have to celebrate somehow. It's this little secluded club and there's this band playing tonight."

I sighed and ran my fingers through my shoulder length auburn hair and pushed back my bangs.

"I don't know, Bri. It's just... I haven't gone out since..."

She interrupted me.

"Yea, yea I know. But I love this band and I'm good friends with one of the members. Plus, what kind of friend would I be if I let you laze around and do nothing?"

"Um, a good one."

I flopped back on the couch and put my arm over my face.

My boyfriend, Ben, didn't exactly like going out or seeing me with other guys. He wasn't controlling just... overprotective though Bri disagreed with me.

"Please, please, please, please-"

"Oh my God, Brixton, if I say yes will you shut up?"

She jumped up and down and ran into the other room of our small flat- erm, apartment. Americans.

"Fiel Martin, get your ass in here!" She yelled from what I assumed was her bedroom.

"Coming.. I'm coming," I grumbled.

When I made it to her room I saw her holding a dress and smiling ear to ear.

"You absolutely have to wear this."

I took the garment from her observed it. It was a fit and flare short black dress that had a high neck and beading along the bust.

I must have made a nervous sort of noise because she groaned.

"Fiel, you're going to look hot and it's going to make your long legs look a mile long. Now go change so I can do your makeup."

I put the dress and nervously pulled down the edges. I heard a knock on he door.

"Stop looking at yourself in the mirror. You look hot okay?"

"You can't even see me!"

"Oh shut it. You look good in anything."

I came out and was immediately handed nude pumps.

Brixton had changed into a red body con dress and black heels that complemented her light brown hair green eyes.

She did my makeup smoky but simple and I skipped on the eyeliner and lipstick. I wasn't interested in bringing attention to myself. I straightened my already nearly straight hair and evaluated myself in the mirror.

"You look beautiful. Just have fun tonight. Don't worry too much, this band is amazing and drinks are on me," she winked before grabbing her clutch and heading out the door.

I took a deep breath and made sure to take my anxiety medication before following her out the door.

Living in New York meant it was hard to navigate the small back streets but we eventually reached the small club.

23. In bright green fluorescent lettering framed the door yet there was hardly any people waiting outside. I guess it was exclusive.

Bri took out her ID and some sort of pass and the guard let us through.