102 (A Matt Healy Fanfic)

Chapter 10

// Don't call it a fight when you know it's a war //

After I had agreed to Matty's terms, I finished getting ready. I had decided to curl my hair and do the simplest makeup possible, because I wasn't sure if there were going to be any tears shed throughout this recipe for disaster of a night. Soon after Matty left, and I had time to think about what was about to happen, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and saw Ross, equally as dressed up as me. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi Tris, you look beautiful." He complimented, handing me a bouquet of roses. Of course, he would go all out for this date.

"Thanks so much for the flowers, and you clean up pretty nice yourself." I replied. After we (unfortunately) took the subway, which was our only real form of transportation in New York, we arrived at some fancy Italian restaurant. Although we were underage, we somehow managed to order a bottle of wine without getting asked for ID. Once the awkward small talk was over, Ross started the conversation I was dreading.

"I really still do have feelings for you. I want to be with you still." Ross said.

"I know you do, but I don't really know how I feel right now, can we please just enjoy our dinner for now and talk about this later?" I said. Ross agreed. At least for now I'd be able to put off this whole thing. After at least four bottles of wine, Ross and I decided to just take a cab back to the hotel. This date hadn't really proved anything to me, just that Ross and I could still be normal together. The wine had affected me much more then him, and due to my very unstable walking, he insisted on walking me in to my hotel room. After I stumbled in and sat down with Ross following me, I began to feel especially dizzy. But as soon as my head began to spin, Ross made his way over to me and stood me up, putting his hands on my waist.

"I've missed you so damn much." He said as he began kissing my neck and pulling me closer.

"I want you so badly." He insisted, kissing my lips this time. I tried to push him off of me, but I was so tiny, it didn't even make him budge.

"Stop." I slurred, while trying to get him off again. But he started reaching for the zipper of my dress.

"I know you want me too. We're meant to be together."

I couldn't take it anymore. With all the strength I could find, I pushed him off of me and made a run for it, to the only place in this city I could remember, Matty's hotel. Unfortunately, I had left my purse with my cellphone in it back at my hotel room, but I had to get away from Ross, I couldn't go back.

After almost getting lost multiple times, and throwing up a couple more times, I had finally made it to Matty's apartment. After knocking on his door profusely, a tired looking Matty opened the door.

"Tris, babe, come in, are you okay? Why didn't you call me?" He said.

"I'm so sorry Matty. I shouldn't have even went. I should've listened to you." I began blubbering out my words through my tears.

"It's okay. Just lay down on my bed, I'll make you some tea." Matty said sweetly.

After I calmed down a bit and told Matty everything that had happened, he was calmer than I expected him to be. Although he was pissed about what Ross had almost done to me, I think he tried to stay calm so I would feel better.

"There's no chance in hell I'm letting that asshole near you again. I'm so so sorry you had to see what kind of person he truly is this way. You can stay here tonight if you want, I can even sleep on the couch or something if you want."

"Matty honestly that's so sweet of you and I want to stay with you but you don't have to sleep on the couch, I want you beside me. Um by the way do you have any clothes I can wear? Just for the night?" I said.

Matty gave me a black shirt of his, and due to the fact that he only seemed to own black skinny jeans, a pair of boxers to wear with it. As I walked out of the washroom wearing his clothes, I noticed a smirk spread across his face as he looked up from his book to me. He looked so attractive wearing his glasses and it just made the intelligence that I knew he had stand out even more physically.

"Who knew a girl could make my clothes look like they were meant for her. You look beautiful. Always." He said before returning to his book.

"Matty thank you for everything. I can't thank you enough."

"Honestly Tris I would do anything for you. Speaking of that, is there anything else I can do for you before you go to

sleep?"

"You've done more then enough for one night. If I was feeling gutty I would totally ask you to sing me a song but I don't even know if you're into that kind of thing and it's kind of stupid and-" He interrupted me by grabbing a guitar from another room and sitting down I front of me.

"Your wish is my command." He said with a wink.

I've been pouring my heart out

Towards your optimistic grin

Said well I, I, I like the cut of your jib

I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him

Matty's voice was like no other. I couldn't even begin to try to describe it, but it suited him perfectly. After he sang to me, he kissed me on my forehead and I began feeling myself drift off to sleep, and I wasn't sure if it was because I was finally happy, because I was with Matty, or simply because of the alcohol.