102 (A Matt Healy Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I had never seen Ross look so crushed in his life. The look on his face made me want to take everything I had said bluntly to Matty, back. Since of course, Ross now detested Matty, he made me go with him to one of the cramped and unsanitary airplane lavatories to talk.

"As if you could confess all of our apparent relationship problems to a total stranger who doesn't even care about you." He stammered.

"Maybe if I actually felt like your love for me was still there, I would've!"

"My love? You seriously have the guts to look me in the eyes and try to blame this on me? Well, if that's how you feel, we're going to need to do something to make us happy, together or not."

No. No. This can't be happening. As much as I was unsure of my feelings, this couldn't really be over. We were supposed to be together forever, he was supposed to be my soulmate. I knew what was coming next as I bit down on my lip to choke down the tears that were inevitably coming.

"Unless you can figure out some magic way to prove to me that even a hint of your love for me still exists, I can't do this, Tris"

Before I knew it, I was crushing my lips to his. I guess old habits really do die hard, but it was gonna take a whole lot more than a kiss to make him believe a truth that I didn't even know was real.

But to my surprise, almost instantaneously, he began kissing me back. But still, I felt no passion coming from him, never in his words, his kisses, or even his gazes.

Slowly, he pulled away, raking his eyes up and down my face.

"I'll admit, you're still a great kisser, but I'm gonna need an actual confession for me to believe you're in love. Now before you freak out, I would barely call this a break, because I'm not planning on seeing anyone else, and I think it's best if you don't either. Especially that Mitchell guy."

"It's Matty" I said under my breath.

Well, not only did I half get broken up with, but I was forbidden from seeing anyone. Wonderful. As I made my way back to my seat, Matty began chuckling.

"By the looks of your messy hair, I'm going to assume we have a problem-solving technique in common." He challenged.

"You know how to kiss? I never would've thought." I muttered.

"Although I was thinking of something else, that's a favorite of mine as well. So how'd that end up going for you sweetheart?"

As I began explaining to Matty what had happened regarding Ross and I, he couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face.

"Mitchell, he really called me Mitchell!" He stifled through a laugh.

But then, with a serious look on his face, he came closer and whispered something so discreetly that I'm sure no one else could hear.

"By the sounds of it, I'll have to focus on my self control, because I'm not known to be an easy person to resist, Tristan."

Oddly enough, was one of the only people that had ever called me Tristan. Although it was my full name, I had detested it, even when my mother called me it. But I found myself liking the way it sounded with that thick accent. As I felt the red flush in my cheeks, I couldn't help but think Matty might be on to something, because for the first six hours of this flight, I had already found my gaze wandering to his lips repeatedly while he yammered on about his life back home.