Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

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

The way the sun peeked through the blinds reminded me of being back home. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head, still exhausted. I didn't want to see the light of day...all I wanted to do was sleep. For ages, for eternity. Although I guessed I still had something worth being awake for...Matty thought I was fucking fantastic. That was something worth being awake for. I smiled to myself like an idiot, and crawled out of bed.

I looked at my desk, the books still sat in the same pile they were in when I'd left them that way. I knew I should probably look through them a few times before classes started, just so that I wouldn't enter completely an idiot...that way I'd at least know something.

But I was too high, on life, to feel like sitting at a desk and reading books at the moment. I pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail, then headed downstairs to the kitchen for some cereal. All of the things Matty had said to me last night, and all of the events replayed in my head. I couldn't believe how obsessed I'd grown with him...all you do is think about him, you're like a creep...you're a creep, Katie...well at least no one knows that, but geesh...give it a rest.

I poured a bowl of cereal for myself, searching the fridge for my soy milk...I could only see my dad's disgusting regular in a clear eye's view. I sighed, feeling weak. All I wanted to do was just eat. My arms weighed heavy and my legs were weak. He always had to push my stuff in the very far back of the fridge and keep his so close to the front. Maybe I'd like to just open the fridge and be able to grab things, rather than search for them.

I stood up straight, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. You're over reacting. I leaned back down and reached to the back for my soy milk and pulled it out, taking it to the table.

My dad came walking into the kitchen, "oh hey, my daughter's home from going out late at night with some strange guy with the sides of his head shaved off!" He said sarcastically, opening the fridge.

I rolled my eyes, how could I have missed him last night...I must have been mighty high. "Good morning."

"What time did you come in last night?" He asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

I shrugged, stuffing my mouth with cereal to neglect response.

"I'm talking to you." He said, the look in his eye warned not to give him a hard time .

"Dad, why are you treating me like a kid all of a sudden?" I asked, grabbed a napkin and wiped my mouth. I wasn't necessarily good at eating and talking at the same time without making a mess.

"I'm not, I'm just asking a simple question. That is all." He shook his head.

"Yeah but last night you kind of embarrassed me." I confessed, looking down into my bowl, watching the cereal move around with the milk.

"How?" He asked.

I felt guilty for telling him now. I looked at him, feeling sorry for him. Maybe he was so lonely he felt like having authority would give him a relationship with me...but it was creating a bad one, an unhealthy one.

"I'm eighteen years old." I said, "you asked me...I dunno...you asked me where I was going in front of my friend as if I had to have permission." I shrugged, tucking my hair behind my ear as it fell in front of my face. I then regretted it, realizing it hid me from having to see his face after what I'd just said.

"What did I tell you about calling everyone your friend, how long have you known that guy?" He asked.

I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore.