Matty Healy One Shots

Good Girls

        This one is based somewhat on the song "Good Girls" by 5 Seconds of Summer. (Yes I know its not by The 1975 like I said they'd be but oh well. Song is in external link. Dedicated to PolandONO because she commented and motivated me to get this one finished and uploaded)

        I grab my backpack, stuffing ripped black shorts and a floral tank top into the bottom, underneath my textbooks. I move over to the mirror, touching up my hair and makeup. I slide on a pair of flip flops, and decide to add my glasses at the last minute. I gather up the last of my notes before making my way downstairs. "Daddy?" I ask. "Can I go to the library to study?

        "Of course, Ashleigh. Would you like to take the car?" He asks, pushing up his shirt sleeves.

        "No thats okay, I think I'll just walk. I'll see you when I get home," I reply, moving over to give him a hug. He hugs me back and I turn to walk out the door. I stop, turning back to face my dad. "I might be there a little late. I have a huge test Monday."

        "That's fine," my dad says, staring down at a stack of papers."Oh, Harvard sent a letter about your dorms for next year. It's a survey about what you're like so they know who to place you with. I'll leave it on the table."

       "Thanks daddy," I say, walking out of the living room. I go out the front door and to the side of the house, grabbing a pair of heels I previously left there. I send Matty a text letting him know I'm on my way to meet him. He sends back a quick text to say he's at the end of the street. I make the last few steps until I turn a corner, seeing his car parked there. I walk around to the passenger's side, waiting for him to unlock the door. As soon as he does, I clim in and throw my bag behind me. I lean over to kiss him, and he pulls me onto his lap. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tounge into my mouth. A groan escapes his lips and he pulls back to look at me.

        "Ready to go?" he asks. I nod my head, giving him one last kiss. I move back into my seat, reaching behind me for my bag. I pull out my shorts and tank top, chaging into them as Matty starts the car. "I like these," he smirks, snapping the waist on my lace panties.

        "Yeah I bet you do," I say, giving him a wink. I throw my jeans and hoodie into the backseat with my backpack, and my flip flops follow soon. I slip on the black heels, completing my outfit.

        "You look so hot," he says running his hand up my leg. He pulls his lip between his teeth, his eyes full of lust.

        "You don't look too bad yourself there Healy." I look him up in down, taking in his ripped jeans, white shirt, and leather jacket. His hair is left down and to one side, a cigarette behind the other ear. He drives with one hand on the wheel, the other still resting on my thigh. As soon as we turn onto Jake's street, I can hear the music even though his house is all the way at the end. We park about half way down the street, walking hand in hand down to the house.

        People are already drunk when we walk inside, and the people dancing in the living room are covered with sweat. I follow Matty across the house to find his friend Jake, someone in my physics class I hadn't really talked with much before. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Ashleigh Richmond. I thought you were a good girl?" He remarks as we walk up to him.

        "Yeah well you know what they say. Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

        Jake laughs, giving Matty one of those half-handshake, half-hug things guys seem to always do. That's something I'll never understand. He excuses himself to go greet another friend that had just arrived. "Let's go dance," Matty suggests, leading me to the crowd of people. He pulls me to him, my back against his front. I move my hips to the beat of the song, relaxing myself against him. His hands are on my hips, and mine are holding them there. After a few songs, we push our way to the kitchen to get a drink. Matty hands me a plastic cup with a mix of cheap liquor and something fruity.

        The drink was warm, but not the worst thing I've had. We walk out to the back porch to talk to a few people out there, and so Matty can smoke. We sit on the edge of the deck next to a few people I know from school, talking about nothing important. Matty lights a cigarette bewtween his lips, taking a long drag from it. As he exhales, I take it from him and put it in my own mouth. He holds it as I take a pull, then brings it away from my lips so I can exhale. He leans closer to me, and I blow the smoke into his face. He just laughs, kissing me on the nose. Around 11, my mom sends me a text to let me know that her and my dad are going to bed. I reply to tell her I'm sleeping over at my friend Jessica's so we can study longer, although in reality I'm staying with Matty.

        We stay at the party until about two, spending the hours dancing and drinking. By then we're both tired, and my feet are killing me. Matty bends down so I can jump on his back, and he carries me this way to the car. When we finally get to his house, he gives me one of his shirts to change into.

        I woke up the next morning with Matty practically on top of me. I checked the time, seeing it was almost eleven. "Matty!" I tried to shake him awake. "Matty get up!"

        "Mmmmmm." He groaned, tightening his grip on me.

        "Matty get up I have to be home in an hour." I pushed him over, and he finally woke up. I jumped in the shower, and he joined me about halfway through. I reached for the body wash, but he grabbed it before I could. He poured some into his hands, and began rubbing it into my back and shoulders. He continued washing me until he had done my whole body. When he finished, I took the soap and washed him. After washing my hair, I dried off and changed into the jeans and hoodie I had left in last night.

        We left his house about half past eleven, driving only to the end of my street. I leaned over to kiss Matty goodbye, then grabbed my bag and began walking home. I walked in the door to find my parents sitting on the couch drinking coffee. "Hey," I said, beginning to make my way to my room.

        "How was the library?" My dad asked, looking up from his newspaper.

        "Jess and I got a lot of studying done, but I can't say it was much fun," I lied.

        "Yes, well I'm sure it wasn't nearly as much fun as the party you were at. Because I have a feeling that didn't take place at the library," my mom remarked, looking at me disapprovingly.

        Oh shit.