// After The Storm // {THE 1975} {{MATTY HEALY FANFICTION}}

3. Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You

/ / M A T T Y / /

Everything was organised and we were laying the drink out on the table when the doorbell rang.
It was obviously Annie because she would always be the first to a party and the last to leave, if she ever did! Adam ran to open the door for her and I could hear their chit chat about their dad before then both returning to the kitchen. She hopped up onto the counter and offered to help me and as I refused I turned around to look at her for the first time that night, by the way she looked I'm sure it wouldn't be the last, and I certainly wouldn't be the only one!

"Where's John?" I asked, secretly glad, they hadn't shown up together.
"Oh, erm, he's not too well" she replied, with hesitance and a shake in her voice. Something I'd have to ask about after a couple of drinks an joints.
Things with them two hadn't been great lately and it hurt knowing I couldn't help her, but Adam has been trying. Unfortunately Adam being the way he is isn't so great with words, or relationships, so we've been helping him help her. which was so hard, giving advice to save a couple I wanted to break up.
I decided that tonight would b her night off from it all, no need to worry about John or anything else. She just needed to get smashed and have no regrets in the morning!

* 1 hour later *

I was outside lighting my fag, even though we could smoke inside I just needed to get away from it all, if I didn't I wouldn't be able to control myself. It's not like I can't handle my liquor because everybody in Manchester knows I can, the only problem I had was controlling myself around Annie. A task increasing in difficulty with every drink I had.

I heard shuffles in the background but decided to ignore it and carrying on smoking, in my own little bubble. I leaned back onto the cold brick wall behind me and thee my head back, eyes closed and my fag hanging loosely in my mouth. When suddenly the fag was ripped from my mouth and her soft voice enticed my ears.

"Babe, you look so cool," she giggled before taking a drag.
I replied "Nice one, cheeky" referred by her overwhelming blush. I swear this girl could send me crazy without even knowing!
I looked over at the burying up girl, who now wore an emotionless face and held tears in her eyes.
I knew this moment was so raw and could easily be broken by words so I decided to just hug her instead. Really tightly, like she did for me when things were bad at home, she'd be the one to hug me as tight as she could, to try and put the pieces back together.
She'd be my calm after the storm.

And in that moment it's as if nothing else mattered my mind was at it's purest and I didn't want anything else. I just wanted to hold her when she needed me, to be the one she shares everything with, just as we used to be. I didn't want this to lead anywhere, she was too vulnerable tonight, as she broke down into muffled sobs and cries. I rocked us together soothingly, the way I knew she liked when she was upset. I isn't care that my fag she stole had dropped from her hand when she fell into my chest,or that there was a packed party behind these doors that we were meant to be hosting, or about John and their relationship, or where this would lead, or that I could start to feel the light splatter of rain falling on the shaven sides of my head.
All I cared for was her.
I wanted to be the constant in her life.

I wanted to be HER calm before and after the storm.

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A/N

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN LIKE FOREVER I DONT REALLY HAVE AN EXCUSE IM JUST SOOOO SORRY!

Oh and I hope you like the name change for this story! I've decided I want to take it down a different route so that it's not as cheesy as it would've been so yeah! Hope you like!

And I hope you like this, after very long wait! :(

Again I'm so sorry!