//For Crying Out Loud...// Matty Healy story!! (Completed) •IN EDITING•

//Chapter 41//

"matt. Matthew. What's going on?" - "over here Matty, are the rumours true?" - "Matthew Matthew, is the affair true? Are you really cheating on Gemma with some drug addict?" - "Matt, this way, over here, when is gemma due? Is it twins?" I force myself through the crowd of paps and journaslists that have gathered outside the hospital. Throwing my hand up, over my face, trying to block out the flashing from all the camera's as everyone goes crazy to speak to me, to get a reply from me. To get a damn fucking picture of me. How the hell do they even know about any of this.

"Move, damnit!" i spit under my breath. I'm gonna go crazy in a second if they don't move the fuck out of my way. I quickly figure I've no escape from them. I don't even have my car here for a quick get away. Now I'm stuck, walking back into the hospital till i can think of how to get away. Who can help me.

I quickly pull out my phone, calling Ross - No reply. Wasting no time, i call Adam. He's probably with that Emma chick, but this is an emergency. He'll come. He has to.

Kay's P.O.V -----

"What did he do?" i hear his words and harsh tone before i see him, heading towards me. Taking big strides towards the bed. I wipe the tears away quickly, looking down, shaking my head. I don't want him to see me like this. I shouldn't even be crying. I knew, deep down i knew. That all this - all that, was too good to be true. him, like that. Us, like that.

"Nothing. I'm fine" i sigh. Why does he have to turn everything into drama. God sake. I said I'm fine, now leave it. If he starts asking questions....

"So what's going on?" he takes a seat in the chair Matty was sat in only minutes ago. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knee's, biting the nail on his thumb as he looks over at me. Big eyes focusing on me. He looks pissed off. Taking in long, hard breathes of air.

I look away, focusing on the sheet that's layed across my legs, pulling on the loose cotton, hanging off it as i just shrug. I don't wanna talk about it. Any of it. He seems to be angering me even more. An i don't know how or why. I just want him to go. To stop bugging me. To leave me alone.

"You're gonna have to tell me at some point" he tries keeping his voice calm, but annoyance is clearly there. I know he gets i don't want to talk. So why not leave it?

"I don't have to tell you everything!" i snap. He's so suffocating. He just has to know everything, all the time. Where i am. What I'm doing. Why i did something. Who I'm with.

"Yes you do" he says simply, with a nod. A smile playing across his face.

How can he be smiling now, here? Does he know he pisses me off when he's like this? Does he do it purposly? Does he know he's suffocating me? - Probably.

I look over at him quickly, finding myself scowling at him as he sits with a smile on his face.

Now i can't help but feel pure hatred towards him. Like i could just get up and slap him. Like i could just scream in his face.

I don't know if it's what's just happened with Matt. Or the drugs still in my system that's making me feel like this. I dunno. But the urge is there. An I'm fighting with every little last bit of strength in me to not do it.

The room falls silent, his eyes still locked on me. I concentrate on my breathing as my chest begins to hurt again. I throw my hand up on my chest as the pain kicks in, stabbing through me again.

"You okay?" he asks, concerned. Fuck off. I don't want it.

"I'm fine!" i shout, snapping at him "Stop suffocating me!" i raise my voice even louder. He flinches, the smile on his face now gone as he sits shocked at my out burst. Oh, now he's shocked. Now he knows I'm fucked off. Finally!