Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

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

I looked around in the same area, walking with wide eyes, carefully...as if the car would appear out of thin air. There had to be a good explanation for this...it was a fucking car. A big ass car. Cars didn't just come up missing...people didn't just lose cars...

I grabbed onto my head again for what was most likely the millionth time that night.

"No...no...no..." I moaned under my breath, noticing some guys toking on some cigs. I went over to them, somehow with a new gain of confidence that I usually wouldn't have.

"Excuse me...hey um, have you guys seen a car?" I asked.

They just stared at me, then burst into laughter.

"There's like a bunch of them parked in the lot." Said a guy with a spiked mohawk and ripped leather jacket. He didn't make sense in his surroundings, for the guys with him looked like legitimate preps.

I sighed, fed up as hell, "A black car! I fucking...black car with...a hood and..."

"A convertible?" One of the others asked, this one in a sweater vest.

"Yes," I looked at him, bright eyed and hopeful.

"Looks like someone stole your car, princess." The odd one tossed his cig and stepped on it.

"What? No...no, no, absolutely not..." That was it. All I needed to snap. I was losing control of myself and my patience. The night just couldn't get any worse.

"We saw the whole thing."

I took my jacket and held it up to my face, screaming into it with just enough might it needed to release the emotions. I didn't care if they thought I was crazy. Maybe I was.

"What the hell are you doing to her?" It was Matty from behind me. I didn't even want to look at him, I couldn't face him if I tried.

"We aren't doing anything." They all claimed.

"What's wrong?" I could feel his hand on my shoulder.

"Her car got stolen." One of the guys answered.

His hand was gone.

"WHAT?!" He shouted, I finally put the jacket down, looking at him. My eyes stung as they were annoyingly wet and red as fire...

I saw George and Adam beside him, both in a state of shock.

"Yeah her car got stolen and she's going mad." The guy repeated, looking at me and back to Matty.

Matty stormed off, pacing the lot, focused. He looked around for the car, looking as if he were to explode at any moment. He came back to where we were, "who the fuck took my shit, did you see them?"

"Yeah we saw the whole thing-"

"WHO THE FUCK WAS IT?!"

"I don't fucking know a couple of guys wearing leather coats, similar to mine-"

"DON'T FUCKING SHIT ME YOU KNOW WHO THEY WERE, WHO THE FUCK WERE THEY?!"

George and Adam held Matty back, I didn't move from where I stood the entire time. They steered him in the opposite direction, I followed, slowly behind.

He turned around, "you're the only one who had the keys." He looked at me, the sudden calmness in his voice made me even more nervous than I already was.

"I had them...and...-"

"And what? You just handed them off to someone else who could fucking get into the car?!"