Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R O N E //

The room was drafty, it felt almost like a real hospital...well it was...but...you know, like the actual ones that people get shots and stuff in...I looked around, it was a typical setting. A few flower vases in the corner with plants that you could tell were obviously fake...and empty arm chairs all around. I was happy they were empty, I didn't want to see anyone...although I did wish someone was around so I could ask how these damn things went along...

Just with that thought, a tall guy dressed in all black came straggling in. He looked lost, or stoned...I really couldn't tell. He had a strange hairdo...shaved on the sides and long at the center...it was kind of cool as I scoped it. His eyes fell on mine, I looked away quickly. He sat down beside me, the smell of cigarettes against his leather coat easing into my nostrils. How could such an attractive guy let himself reek of the aroma of cancer sticks.

"Hi." He smiled slightly.

"...hi..." I smiled slightly also, taken by surprise that he'd actually speak to me...he didn't look like a talkative, or very friendly guy...I guess because he was wearing so much black.

"I'm not crazy, by the way." He assured me.

I laughed, I couldn't help it...he was so forward, "neither am I."

"Well good." He nodded, his smile growing wider, "not that I thought you were."

"I didn't think you were either." I shrugged shyly.

"But even if you were that would be fine." He said, looking right at me. We were so close together due to the set up of the chairs that it made me nervous, I leaned to the side a little, backing from him.

"Same for you." I looked away, I always became a bit nervous to look at an attractive person right in the face. It gave me an everlasting feeling that there just had to be shit on mine or something.

"Matty." He held his hand out, I could see his eyes wandering around every bit of my face and behavior, he obviously knew I was nervous...was he a psychologist? And just acting like a client?

"Katie." I shook his hand quickly and slipped mine into the pockets of my over sized cardigan sweater.

"Katie. Is it short for-"

"Katie?" A woman called, guessing she was my psychologist, I stood up and swung my purse over my shoulders, "sorry." I didn't look back, and followed the woman back to her office.

"Hi, my name is Elaine, I'll be your psychologist." She smiled and extended her hand after closing the door behind us. She happened to be a very attractive woman, and quite young to my surprise...maybe in her thirties or so. She wore red lipstick and had long blonde hair tied back...and bright blue eyes...and breasts that she obviously wanted to show off because they'd nearly pop right out of her blouse if she were to jump.

I reached out and shook her hand, then sat down.

"Are you doing okay?"

"No, a really attractive man just told me his name and I don't know how to take that."

Elaine stared at me, blankly, then a false smile spread across her lips. I could tell it was false...

"Well...let's talk about that. Why don't you know how to take that, Katie?"

"This is one of the problems. I don't like when people talk to me...well...men. I'm not homosexual, I am attracted to men, but when they talk to me it makes me want to just...just..." I sighed, wanting to pull my own hair out. Wasn't this woman supposed to make me feel not crazy about my damn problems? What the fuck is this shit?

"Go on..."

"Jump off a bridge." I admitted, feeling even loonier than I must have looked.

"I see. Would you consider this a fear?"

"Yes." I said quickly.

"Do you have this problem when females talk to you?" She asked.

"No, not at all...but I do get a feeling that they're judging me, as all people do to each other but I get a feeling that...they're out to get me. Break me down and make me feel awful about myself...like they feel higher than me in...life. I'd much rather just be alone and-"

"What you've just described, seems to me..a phobia of socializing. Which could come from a number of things..."

I looked at her, I've been told the same thing all my life by my one and only friend. What the hell was I paying this lady for if I could have just listened to my friend? My head began to spin. I stood up, grabbing my bag, "I don't feel so good...I'm gonna go...I'll call you to reschedule." I walked out of the room, finding my way back to the waiting room. Matty was still sitting there, he looked up from his lap.

"Hey, that was fast." He said.

"Yeah. Bye." I waved, quickening the pace of my feet.

"Hey wait up," he stood up, I stopped.

"I was wondering...if you wanted to wait for me...and come watch my band rehearse after this?" He asked.

What? Was he a fool? I didn't even know him...a band...I'm trying my best not to laugh...or run...

"Excuse me?"

"I know it seems strange but we've been trying to get an audience that we don't know to kind of tell us if we suck or not, and give us a hear...you would be helping a ton." He said.

"I dunno...I really should get going I-"

"Please?"

"Matthew?" The same woman came out, I tried not to make eye contact with her.

"I don't-"

"Please? Come on, we'll have free drinks." He said, lowering his voice.

"Oh, I don't drink." I shook my head, lowering mine too.

"...I didn't mean alcohol." He laughed, "you remind me of my girlfriend..."

"Matthew...?" Elaine called again.

"Right here just a sec." He held his hand up, still staring at me.

Girlfriend? I sighed on accident, "oh you have a girlfriend? Will she be there?"

"She's dead," He said.

My heart suddenly sped up in pace as he said those words, I suddenly began to feel sorry for him. If she was dead...why would he refer to her as if she still were alive and they'd still been dating? And how could I possibly remind him of her? What did I do? I sighed, feeling the pressure, "alright." I took a seat, watching him walk off with Elaine with a smile on his face.