Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R T W EN T Y F O U R //

I got up from my seat slowly, opening my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. It was as though my voice had given out on me, but really I just didn't have an idea of what to say. I walked back to Matty's room without a word, searching for my clothes on the floor.

I got down and reached under the bed where my bra laid, then next to the drawer for my jeans. Matty came in soon after me, standing by the door.

"You should talk to him...see whats the matter." I said quietly, walking to the other side of the bed to find my blouse.

"I will. Its better to give him a few minutes. Or hours." He said, watching me, "looking for your top?"

I nodded, he pointed to the bed where it laid tangled with the blankets.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

He closed the door and made his way over to me, "whats wrong?"

I shook my head, helplessly. My eyes wandered around the bedroom, "I don't know."

"You're not good at hiding things." He said.

He was right. I was the worst liar. The truth was, I worried.

Worried about George. Worried about what he thought, worried about how he felt, worried about his and Matty's friendship, and lastly worried if I was ruining it...

"What if George hates me?" I asked.

"Why would he hate you?" He asked, running his thumbs softly over my cheeks as he cupped my face in his hands.

I sighed, walking away from him and taking a seat at the end of the bed.

To Matty's knowledge, George and I had no romantic history...I guess that could be true, but there were minor moments when I could feel butterflies around George. And I knew he felt them too.

Even the worst time, in the back seats of Matty's car...and the good, the ride home when he told me I could be hot. The kiss on his cheek...and the only person I'd shown my most personal art work, because it was safe to.

I couldn't say those things...not to Matty. I didn't know if George already had but to my best assumptions I thought not...

I didn't feel the way I felt about Matty about George. I had grown to care about him, so much...more than I thought I ever would, but not in that way...he was like... the friend you always wanted. Like in the movies when girls actually could have guyfriends who were always there for them.

"Maybe because I'm coming between your friendship or...I dunno." I said, quickly thinking of a way to sum it all up.

"We've known each other for years Katie." He shook his head in disagreement.

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to talk to him after I take you home." He assured me.

I nodded and got onto my feet, "can I change?" I asked.

He looked at me with a smirk, I watched him in wait of an explanation for it. For once he rejected to give one and left out of the room, shutting the door.

I then realized and laughed to myself. He had already seen me naked so what was the use in sending him out while I got dressed?

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"Where the hell have you been?!" My dad hurried down the stairs as I shut the door behind me.

"Out." I said stiffly. I waited for this moment ever since I first woke up this morning.

"I've been worried sick! You have a cell phone why don't you use it?! I called you about a thousand times! I almost called the cops!"

"DAD!" I snapped, "I'm sorry okay, I'm here now. My phone died." I walked up the stairs slowly to hear the rest of his ranting to keep the peace.

"Why do you smell like cigarettes?! Katie have you been smoking lately? You smoke pot too, don't you?!"

"What?" I turned around.

"I read that notebook of yours--"

"You did WHAT?!" I ran down the stairs in absolute rage.

"It was the only way to get a clue as to where you were or what you were really up to! For all I know you could have been dead!"

"Oh because if I died you'd figure that out from my journal?!"

"Hey you have no friends except that weird Zoe girl with...the hair! You don't have a boyfriend like most girls your age and you lack motivation in life! You don't talk to me...my daughter could be suicidal I had to check!"

"Dad I'm not suicidal okay?! Zoe's not weird she's just different! I do have a boyfriend, and I'm FINE!" I said, my voice shaking...I then realized it, "I'm fine...I'm doing just fine." I said.

"You have a boyfriend?" He neglected every bit of it with the word boyfriend being a key factor, as most fathers would.

I nodded, going up to my bedroom, still pissed at him for reading my journal.

"Who?!" He asked, more like demanded.

"Matty." I said, making it to my bedroom.

"That twenty something year old weirdo?! Katie you get back down here!" He was now shouting. I was almost afraid...not of him, but that he was gonna have a heart attack or something of the sort from all the effort I could hear in him to get his words out.

I ignored him and sat on my bed waiting for him to shut up. I could then hear him marching up the steps like a souldier, I sighed and laid across my bed, mentally and physically exhausted.

He pushed the door open, "you know back in my day we had to ask permission to date a man's daughter." He said.

"When? The nineteen tens?" I exaggrrated.

"Have him over for dinner tomorrow night. If I still don't like him then I'm kicking you out." He said, I knew he didn't mean it.

I got up at last, extending my hand forward, "deal."