Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

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

The wind blew a pile of papers toward me, I tried my best to catch every single one of them, Adam ran over to me, helping. A sudden roaring chimed from the skies, and rain began to pour down.

"Shit." Matty took his guitar strap from around himself and set it aside, manually shutting the garage door.

"Thanks." I handed over the papers to Ross, he'd probably know better than I would what to do with them.

"Thank you." He looked at them and flipped them over to make sure they weren't ruined. I guessed they belonged to him.

"It would start to fucking rain now." Matty complained, pushing his hair back and walking up the three steps which led into the house. I wondered if he remembered I was there at all.

I sat back down on the crate...unsure of what to do. I looked down at my fingers and became interested in picking bits of dirt out of my nails. Dirt rarely built itself up there though, I was very neat about my nails...always.

The room felt empty, I looked up from my nails to see if I was alone. George was still sitting at his drums, looking at his phone.

Should I say something? This is awkward...maybe I can tell him I liked the song...nah, it'll just make me look like a kiss ass...well...I really did like the song though, so why not?

It took every bit of courage in me, I cleared my throat a little, he didn't look up.

"I..." my voice cracked from over thinking it,

He looked up, eyebrows nearly raised as if he were surprised.

"I uh...I liked the song." I smiled.

He smiled too, his smile was youthful. It made me feel like I was in high school talking to one of the cool guys or something.

"Did you really or are you just saying so to be nice?" He laughed softly, so did I.

"I really did." I said, moving around a bit as my ass started to feel basically indented from the holes of the crate.

"Cool." He said.

I guess that was a way of saying thank you? I just nodded, as saying you're welcome would probably sound stupid.

"So uh, are you a tourist or something?" He asked.

"What? Uh, no. I'm...I'm visiting my dad..."

He stared at me, "so...a tourist."

I blushed, feeling stupid, "no, no...I've come here so many times before. I just...now I live here...I actually...live...here...with my dad. I'm trying to get to university as soon as I can and all that."

He nodded as I spoke, "cool, cool..."

Another brief silence.

"Do you go to school?" I asked.

"Me? Nah." He shook his head, laughing as if I had told an actual joke or something. "How old are you? I mean shouldn't you be done with uni already or are you just having a late start?"

"Oh, I'm eighteen." Did I really look that old?

"Oh...wow...I just...I'm sorry I thought--"

"I look older, I know." I reassured him.

"No it's not that it's just that because Matty brought you here is all."

I looked at him, "so?"

"Well, we're all in our twenties." He laughed, "I just assumed you were too."

I suddenly felt like a child...what if after this they wouldn't want to see me again? I mean...I'd be fine with that...but...I rarely meet people like these...I want to keep knowing them...