102 (A Matt Healy Fanfic)

Chapter 1

One thing that I've always hated about traveling is flight delays. It seems like no matter where I go something always goes wrong. And not only was this a small problem, but a huge one. Since my school is all the way on the west

coast of Canada, instead of taking a 12 hour bus ride to New York City, we have to take a 10 hour flight. Ten. Hours. And unfortunately for me, our flight had been cancelled due to a storm in Atlanta which is where the plane was coming from.

But worst of all, instead of having a private flight, my classmates and I now have the pleasure of joining a flight flying all the way from Manchester in the United Kingdom, to New York, with a layover in my hometown,Vancouver. I seriously hope there aren't any egotistical British band members on flight 102. Although I have this odd fascination with Ed Sheeran, that was as far as my love for British men would go.

I was supposed to sit beside my boyfriend, Ross, but due to the flight mix ins, I'll be sitting next to a complete stranger, lovely.

As we finally begin boarding, I give Ross a quick kiss as he mutters "Sleep lots on the flight babe." Any words he say seem to make me feel better, it's always been like that, from the start of our relationship. We've been dating since grade eight, and my friends always joke around about us getting married one day. We honestly don't fight though, I've noticed a lack of passion in him lately, in every aspect of our relationship. I guess the excitement has worn off for him since we've been together for so long and are always together.

Even though I love him, very much, and he can comfort me with a simple smile, I'm not sure that I'm in love with him any more. I would never have the heart to break up with him though, he's too much of a part of me.

I think I want or need a new type of love. This one is so safe, so easy. I want the kind of love people write songs about. One that can make you feel over the moon but also crush you into pieces in a split second. A great love. If only I could meet someone who is oozing with passion and fire...

After clumsily navigating the aisles, I think I've found my seat. My eyes narrow down on a boy dressed in all black. He has a pretty face, but one with damage behind it; dirty in an emotional sense. Part of his head is shaved, leaving these textured dark locks cascading around his head, framing his face. Finally I look at the rest of his face. He has these haunting monochromatic eyes, like an old soul.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" His thick accent startles me. A British boy, I should've known.

"Hellooo, are you alright?" I pick my jaw up off the floor. Maybe I shouldn't have kept staring at him. "Yeah yeah I'm fine. But I have a boyfriend."

"I asked if you liked what you saw, however I was just havin a banter I don't recall asking your relationship status, but my name is Matt."

I was doing it again, wasn't I? Just staring absentmindedly with my mouth open. I guess I should just sit down and pretend this didn't happen.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I looked over at Ross, two aisles over. I hope he didn't hear my conversation with this stranger.

"Tris, do you need anything?" He said.

"No, no I'm good, thanks."

"I love you Tris. Yell if you need anything." He shouted.

He was sweet, always there for me. But after every I love you, the words slowly started to desaturate to me; lose their meaning. A familiar voice interrupted my thoughts again. "I see you've got him quite involved in you eh." Matt I think it was next to me murmured. Why am I even taking the commentary from this guy? I don't even know his name.

"If only you knew the half of it." I said under my breath.

"I heard that babe, and I'm actually known for being a courteous and non misogynistic boy so if at any point during this flight you're filling gutty, give me a tap."

"Thank you Matthew? That's your name right?"

"Now I don't do this for just anyone, but I like the cut of your jib, so feel free to call me Matty." He whispered.