Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

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

I could almost smell the hot sex they were having in that bedroom. And from what was able to be heard he was giving it to her good. I couldn't believe my eyes, I couldn't believe Matty... but even more Elaine. I didn't know what confused me most. The fact that Elaine was an old woman in her forties, or the fact that Matty was young enough to probably be her son.

"Oh no... oh God..." Elaine held onto her head, as she saw it was me. Sighing and holding onto the blanket she had wrapped around her with the opposite hand with an even tighter grip to keep her large breasts from popping out into view. She disgusted me, the sight of her. I looked up to her so much since my last visit with her and now I hated her...I hated Elaine. I hated Matty too.

"George can you please take me home." I asked, I couldn't even look at either one of them. George nodded, with a face that showed just as much shock as mine, although puzzled with curiosity...of how.

"Can we talk, please. I'm sorry I forgot about tonight I was so busy and I went to Elaine's office and---"

"Busy putting your dick in this woman?!" I turned around, restraining from slapping him as badly as I wanted to. "You know I wouldn't even give a damn if you hadn't fucked around with my feelings before you did it, Matthew." I don't know what caused me to call him by his first name. His full first name. It was the name I remembered Elaine calling when I first met him.

"Look, sweetie--" I couldn't believe Elaine even tried to talk to me at all, and to call me 'sweetie' as if I was some sort of child in this situation?

"Don't fucking talk to me you cougar." I snapped, cutting her off short. Her eyes widened as I did so, and she went back into the bedroom. I was sick, and tired, and fed up with dealing with people. This was it, this was all. No apologies, nothing. I was gonna go home and read draw and write and never step foot out of my home except to university when it started.

"Could you just stop going crazy for a minute--"

"Going crazy? That's what you think is happening right now, me going crazy? No this is you being an absolute ass and me reacting. Okay this is you letting me wait outside for you in the night all alone and someone could have kidnapped or murdered me, while you fuck our psychologist, and me reacting."

"Alright I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry," he repeated,

"Could you listen to me?!" His voice grew louder. Why didn't he get it? Why did he think that I'd want to listen to him about any of this shit?

"NO! DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OKAY?!" I shouted, then made my way out of the door to George's car. He hurried behind me, unlocking the doors at last and looking back at the house.

He didn't know whether to hold up the car for Matty to follow, being his best mate. Or to drive me home straight away, being that I was ultimately screwed the fuck over. I just hoped he'd make the right choice. He got in the car and started it up. I looked straight ahead at the road. I didn't know where else to look, or what else to do. My mind was fucked up, spinning constantly, all in one night.

George set off on to the road, I could feel him looking over at me again and again. I didn't blame him for being quiet. I preferred it that way. I didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry that happened..." He finally said.

"You don't have to try to say anything good to me to soften the mood. I'll be sad for a long time, regardless to what you say." I said, playing with my fingers to occupy myself.

He didn't say anything, he placed his other hand on the wheel, focusing on the road, uneasy.

I looked out of the side window, sighing, "Elaine is a woman. She has a figure. She's blonde, everyone loves blondes. She's hot. And then there's me, just a girl. No figure... I'm a plain Jane..." I shook my head in disgust,

"Plain Jane?" He asked.

I guess not everyone knew the saying.

"Yeah...its another way of saying basic." I shrugged, he nodded, understanding. "Why do you guys like hot women anyway? I mean I don't blame you if I were a guy I'd like them too but actually us normal girls are just as great if not better." I said.

"You can be...hot." He said slowly.

I rolled my eyes at the very thought. He looked over at me.

"You can. You know what you're hot when you're mad." He nodded.

I looked over at him, a small smile spreading across my face. He smiled too, "see, and when you smile." He pointed at me.

"Don't lie to me." I said.

"Well, you told me you would be sad for a long time no matter what I say. So I wouldn't see the use in lying to you right now if that's really the case." He said.

"Well...thank you." I knew I must have seemed stubborn, but I couldn't help to not believe him. I leaned over the glove department and kissed him on the cheek.

His face must have flushed at least three different hues of red as he smiled, "you're welcome."

We pulled up in front of my house, the lights were on. My dad was home and clearly awake. I didn't mind it, I wanted to occupy my mind...I thought if I staid in my room too long with no one to talk to and only left with myself and my mind going on and on replaying the moments I'd spent with Matty both good and bad would just lead to further misery.

I got out of the car, "goodnight, George."

"Night," he said, watching me, "TAKE IT EASY!" He called after me from the window.

I turned around, giving him a thumbs up for I will. Even though I didn't know if I would. I took out my keys and opened the door as I approached it. Turning around to see George driving off. I closed the door behind me and sighed, locking it.

"Katie is that you?" It was my dad, his voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Yeah, dad." I said, walking in and seeing that he wasn't alone.

"Great, I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine," He said excitedly, "Katie, Grace. Grace, Katie." He smiled.

I looked at the woman, then at my father. Why did everything have to move so fast? Time, and people? Why did everything have to happen all at once?

The woman was beautiful, bronzed skin and long dark curly hair. Her eyes were a bright light brown, the color reminded me of almonds. She wore wine red lipstick against her full lips, and had the perfect smile to go with it.

"Nice to meet you." I finally said, after analyzing every detail of her appearance. She wasn't more beautiful than my mom...no woman could ever be.

"Nice to meet you too, Katie, you're absolutely stunning. Just like your father told me you would be." She said. Her voice was soft and soothing, yet bold and strong.

I threw on a false laugh, "thank you." I held in a sigh, seeing the candles in the middle of the table. I knew it was romantic. Did he...cook for her? I knew she was more than a friend. "I'll be up in my bedroom." I said.

"Alright Katie." My dad smiled, he looked nervous. I almost felt bad for him, and guilty to compare this woman to my mother...I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything. Nothing in life would ever go my way...so why bother to care anymore. I didn't, I couldn't.