Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R F I V E //

"It's a book." Ross said.

"I realize that but it says property of Katie Strathmore."

"Well it wouldn't hurt just to peek inside, would it?" Ross shrugged.

"Why do you want to see so bad?" Adam asked.

"No I think the question is why doesn't George want to see." Matty crossed his legs, lighting his cig and smirking.

"I didn't say I didn't want to see. I would feel guilty is all..." George faked a laugh. Matty stared at him.

"Did you take her home last week?" He asked.

"Yes...exactly how drunk did you get?" George responded, laughing. Ross and Adam laughed also.

Matty smirked, laughing slightly, "no, you know what I mean."

"God...I didn't go inside." His eyes widened, he laughed out loud.

"How did you get that, anyway?" Adam asked.

"She dropped it, I found it when I was coming out of Elaine's office." He said, flipping it over and looking at the back of it. It was just plain black like the front.

"Oooh, Elaine." Ross raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Elaine. Attractive woman." Matty shrugged.

"She is." Ross nodded.

"Okay fine let's look at it. I'm sure you already did anyway." George said.

"No, really I just saw her name on the front and grabbed it." He stuck his cigarette in his mouth and leaned forward for them all to see, opening the book to the first page. It was filled completely, with art.

No color, just black and white. Pen work.

"Woah..." Adam said, leaning in closer.

"This is amazing," Matty took a puff of his cig and exhaled.

"Holy shit." George said, "she did this...?"

"I guess so..." Matty shrugged, turning the page slowly. They continued to look through the sketchbook. It began to feel more and more personal as they went on...Midway through Matty shut it, "maybe George was right."

Adam shrugged, getting up, "well I'm gonna head home anyway." He said.

"Me too...here I'll drop it off to her on my way. I remember where she lives." George grabbed the book.

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I looked at the door from the couch, slightly nervous. Dad was at work, and we didn't know anyone else...well, I didn't. Maybe it was the neighbors? I shut my laptop and set it on the coffee table. I walked over to the door quickly, looking out the side window. It was George.

I opened the door, regretting it as soon as I remembered I was dressed like a peasant with fuzzy socks on.

"G...George," I smiled, "hey."

"Hey, how are you?" He asked.

"I'm alright." I said, psh, I was lying. I was great, phenomenal ...and embarrassed too...but phenomenal!

"Matty found this...at the office today. I guess you dropped it? I'm just giving it back to you." He handed me my black hardcover sketchbook.

My heart dropped, "oh my goodness, thank you so much..." I took it, I hadn't even known I lost it. "We had bumped into each other and I guess it fell out of my purse maybe." I said.

He laughed, almost what sounded and looked nervously to me.

Nah...not him. He was too attractive to be nervous in front of a peasant in fuzzy socks with a messy ponytail...strands of baby hair curling at ever side of my head damn near.

"Your drawings were amazing." He said.

"You looked at them?!" I raised my voice without realizing.

His jaw dropped, clearly not meaning to have said it.

"Oh, well, we just looked at a couple pages not all of it-"

"We? Matty too?! Adam? Ross?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't--"

"Great." I felt so embarrassed, "my sketchbook is like a diary you know. It's private. Private!" I tried to calm myself down. He looked at me, pulling his hood up.

"I'm sorry...it's raining...I should...probably go." He said.

"Yeah...you should." I said, I didn't even want him to look at me. In my life time I had been more embarrassed than now, but now especially.

He turned around, heading to his car. I watched him, he turned back around again, "you know, maybe you shouldn't keep things like that private. You're talented. That's like if we were to keep our band private...what would be the point?" He said.

I looked at him, trying to understand. He was right. He turned back around, continuing on his way.

"H...hey...want to come in?" I gathered the courage to ask.

He turned around, confused.

I looked at him, hopeful, "my dad's not home." I shrugged.

He smiled and came back to my door. I let him in and shut it behind him.

He looked around, "this is nice."

"Thanks, I guess. It's my dad's so thanking you would almost be like taking credit for it and I don't even own it." Shut up. I always over talked myself when I was in a nervous state.

He laughed, "its fine I understand."

"You can take your jacket off." I looked at him.

"Alright." He said, taking it off, "so...you're not mad right?" He laughed, holding up his hand.

"No. I'm sorry...no one's ever looked at my sketchbook before. I was just a little ...eh.. I dunno. I want to show you something." I hoped it was okay to share it with him...inspired by what he said.

I took his jacket and went into the bathroom, hanging his jacket over the shower railing to dry. Then came back into the living room and sat on the couch, he followed. He was so tall, I felt like a tiny elf next to him.

"How far did you guys get when you invaded my privacy?" I asked.

He laughed, "do you have to say it that way? It makes me feel bad."

I laughed too, "yes, I want you to feel bad!"

It felt like I had known him my entire life. Somehow I felt safe around him. It was the strangest phenomenon I'd ever experienced.

"You're terrible," he pretended to punch me softly on the shoulder, it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I laughed and handed him my sketchbook. "Alright, we got to..." he flipped the pages, "here."

I looked, "oh, halfway through. Tell me, was the reason you decided to stop because it was so bad?"

"No," he said quickly, "we were amazed, actually. it's just, we knew we shouldn't go on." He confessed.

"Okay." I took the book back from him, "well...I'm gonna share it with you. The rest." I said.