talk! | matty healy

she way out

-olivia's p.o.v-

i was on my 6th shot, maybe my 10th. the sweet liquid burned my throat and i grimaced before turning back to a tall man with messy light hair and glassy eyes.

"george" i almost whined, "lets gooo daaance" i laughed and pulled him into the mass of dancing bodies.

george grabbed my waist and we danced sloppily to the blaring music. i turned so my back was against his stomach and continued dancing and grinding.

everything seemed to move so fast but extremely slow at the same time. i felt giddy and turned back to george's face, standing on my tiptoes, i pressed my mouth to his and he kissed me back.

"fuckin' hell, olivia" he smirked at me when we parted, "you're way out" my head bobbed forward as i laughed, resting on his chest slightly. the kiss was so spontaneous but it had barely registered in my brain.

he lifted my head up again and kissed me whilst moving his hands around my waist, pulling me hard against him.

"it's really loud" i giggled and bit my lip as i looked up at him. we stood in the middle of the flock of intoxicated, sweaty people and felt the vibrations of pounding music through our legs.

he grabbed my hand, pushing through bodies.
"let's go" he laughed, quickly leaning down to kiss me again. "back to mine" my cheeks were flushing pink as i giggled and caught my breath. we stumbled out of the club, attempted to make our way to george's apartment.

george had his arm draped around my shoulders as we walked, whispering inappropriate comments in my ear occasionally.

after only a few minutes, we turned a corner and approached the apartment complex.
i reached up to george's neck and kissed him before going in.

we reached his apartment door and i looked at his equally glassy, bloodshot eyes, i couldn't help but giggle with the amount i'd drank.
"what?" he smirked, slipping his hands around me, stroking the material of my black dress.
"i like this little dress" he purred in my ear, hot breathe hitting my bare clavicle. goosebumps spread across my skin and i lightly dug my nails into his neck.
he quickly unlocked the door and our mouths connected as he closed it behind us.

he pushed me against the door as i giggled against him.

-matty's p.o.v-

i was pulled out of my dream by some noise from down the hall, i shifted under my covers.
"what the fuck?" i mumbled to myself, rubbing my eyes.

light mumbles, moans and giggling were coming from down the corridor. i could barely handle george shagging a girl in his room, let alone the lounge.

i sat up and pushed myself up from my bed, now standing in my boxers. making my way out of my room, the giggling became more clear.

george was on top of a girl on the sofa, kissing her. i couldn't clearly see what was happening but they were both pretty much clothed.
"george!" i stood a few metres back, pushing my hair back with my hand, "mate, can you fuck her in your own room?"

he lifted himself off of the girl, she was giggling uncontrollably and biting down on her bottom lip- eyes and cheeks pink. george had woken me up too many times and i was sick of it now.
"sorryy mate" george slurred, pulling the girl up with one hand. she immediately stumbled and fell to the floor and i quickly went over to help.

i recognised her straight away. i'd seen her in starbucks earlier in the day, all that was different was her skimpy dress and her red and glassy eyes.

"fuck sake" i mumbled, lifting her up. she was still giggling and her eyes were droopy. "what's your name?"
"shhh, me and george-" she continued giggling before pushing her face towards mine, trying to kiss me. i lightly held her back. "you're hot" she pushed hair out of her face and i saw dark marks around her wrist.

i looked up to george who was getting impatient,
"come on. we'll go to my room." he reached down to her.

"mate, you can't do her when she's in this state." she was beginning to fall asleep, probably because it was 3am.
"she's absolutely out of it, it's not right."

i pulled her up from the floor and laid her down on the sofa.
"you absolute cockblock" george huffed, turning and stumbled into his room, obviously too drunk to argue.

i looked back to olivia, she already had her eyes closed so i took her shoes off and went to get some sheets to put over her.
i covered her so she wouldn't get cold, trudging back to my room, absolutely exhausted.

-olivia's p.o.v-

my head was pulsating as i woke up. it was a hangover. my hands went to my face and rubbed at my eyes as i groaned. i felt like absolute shit.

i opened my eyes and looked around. i was lying on a sofa in someone's lounge, theres was a glass of water and paracetamol on the coffee table next to me. i took it quickly and tried to scan my mind of what had happened, but i had amnesia from last night's antics.

i heard footsteps and quickly sat up and tried to look semi-presentable. a boy with familiar dark curly hair walked in, only in his boxers.
"oh you're awake" he quickly covered his crotch with his hand. "i'm matty"

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HEY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER 💗 matty is a cockblock and shit so yeah everything just gets good from now onnnn