Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R T W E N T Y F I V E //

"You want me to what?!" Matty blurted out, crossing his arms and staring at me as if I had just given him the worst news of his life.

"Come on, you'll just eat, tell my dad good things, and that's all." I struggled to convince him, sitting down on my bed and sprawling across it.

He laughed, "you weren't there the day you left me down stairs with him while you got dressed! Your dad is never impressed, the man is impossible, I'm not doing this-"

"You didn't even try to impress him!" I rolled my eyes.

"Well even if I had, he wouldn't have been." He said.

"Matty please," I asked, lifting my head slightly, bright eyed and hopeful.

"Katie the man has a gun," he smiled and shut his eyes in thought, although a sense of seriousness still remaining. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure I was getting on his last nerves. I let my head fall back, giving up.

"He won't use it on you," I shook my head, laughing a bit.

He opened his eyes again, sighing, "I don't even have good things to tell him. He already hates that I'm older than you, he already hates that I work at a wine bar...although there was one thing he liked, or I'm quite sure he liked I should say."

"What's that?" I asked.

"My hair, he kept looking at it." He nodded.

I burst out into laughter. Matty watched me as I tried to catch my failing breath.

"What?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"He hates your hair, baby." I reached out for him to come closer.

"What? What did he say about it?" He laughed softly against my lips before kissing them gently.

I kissed him back and smiled, trying my best not to go back under a laughing spell, "he thinks its weird."

"Well I think he's weird." He rolled his eyes playfully and laid down beside me.

"So yes? He comes home from work in about a half hour. So its yes or either I have to get you the hell out of here."

He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes, "fine."

"Maybe you should go home and change really quick." I said slowly.

As I leaned in to kiss his cheek he turned to me quickly to face me, my lips landing on his. I smiled and kissed him, "I love you."

"I love you too." He said.

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I set up the table nervously, looking at the time and knowing that my dad would walk through the front door at any moment. I ran to the kitchen to grab the stack of plates, then ran back to the table, setting them down neatly. As long as everything was well set up, I would feel less chaotic when it was time for my dad to pick at Matty with the invisible stick of destruction.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Matty asked me, watching me from the doorway to the dining room.

"I'm sure! You're a guest!" I said, breathlessly squeezing past him and going to take the baked macaroni from the oven.

He turned around, leaping out of the way as I sped over to the table with the hot pan in my mitts...careful not to get hit with it.

"You're acting crazy," he said. I turned back around to get back to the kitchen, coming to a halt as he clung onto my shoulders gently. "Slow down, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack."