Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

/ / M I L K / / (Matty Healy/Female OC, Gatty)

Pairing: Matty Healy/Female OC, Matty Healy/George Daniel

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Drug use and sexual contact

Straight lines that unwind you
She does a little thing with her eye that says, "We're off soon."

Matty storms off the bus in a huff, pushing his lengthening curls out of his face in an agitated manner as he makes sure to slam the door harshly behind him, a smirk crossing his features when he hears George cursing from within.

Matty shouldn't take joy in George's distress, but he thinks it's only fair since he's caused him so much pain recently. Tonight is just adding to the growing tally that Matty has been silently keeping before exploding this evening.

And really, Matty knows that the tension festering between them is his fault deep down, but he's too stubborn to admit that openly. Matty has been playing hard to get with George since they were teenagers, but of course, it's only now when Matty decides that he does want him that George seems to have changed his mind.

Matty doesn't understand what's shifted, why George is pulling back now when he was so adamant on being with Matty beforehand, but Matty manages to convince himself that he doesn't care, erasing George's words of concern and doubt with a mental wipe of his hand.

He clears his brain as he lights a cigarette and leans against the nearby chain fence that separates their vehicles from the venue they had recently finished playing at, breathing in the acrid smoke in the hopes that it'll remove the bitter tang his most recent fight with George has left on the tip of his tongue.

Matty's eyes shift upward involuntarily when he sees movement nearby, only to be met with the sight of a girl clutching a bottle of something in her gloved hand, her painted mouth gripping the lid of it as she chugs it down, her expression lighting up when she lowers the container and meets his gaze.

"Hey," she waves slowly, showing off black nails which peek out of the top of the fabric covering her fingers which seems to have been cut off purposefully. "You're Matty right?" she asks curiously, although it seems that she already knows exactly who he is.

"That's me," Matty grins smugly. It's been a few weeks since he's come out to meet fans after the show, and he forgets how addicting it is to be recognized by complete strangers. "You came to see us then?"

"I did yeah, been following you around for the past few days actually," she explains, "but this is my last show of the tour, I have to head home tomorrow, so I was celebrating."

"All by yourself?" Matty finds himself asking before he realizes what he's said.

A part of him knows he's acting idiotic and petty, and he's only going to make things worse between him and George if he spends any more time with this girl, but Matty has a habit of self-destruction, and it doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

"Well...I was going to meet up with some friends, but if you want company, I'd much rather spend the night with you instead."

She says the bleeding's incidental
'cause she's so cool
She says it's no fun if you've only a bottle of wine

It seems like only moments have passed when Matty stumbles into the girl's hotel room, their lips connecting in a messy kiss as they attempt to walk forward without disconnecting their mouths.

Matty isn't sure of her name, or if she's even told him, but he does know her body is warm and soft, her shoulder-length red hair tickling at his cheek as she tugs him back toward the large bed. He follows her easily, ignoring the guilt that is tearing at his insides as their teeth clash and he feels her tits heave underneath his callused fingertips.