Texting a Stranger | Matty Healy | °ONHOLD°

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"Alessia!"

That familiar voice called out at the top of his voice from some distance.

How did he get here so quickly?

How has he found me already?

Looking up, I find my get away.
Stand 14b.

Dragging my pull along case with everything I had, I made a mad dash for it. Quickly becoming blocked by passengers, hogging the time board area. Panic like I've never experienced in my whole life time, thrashed into me. I just needed to get away.

I was frantic at this point. My anxiety was through the roof. My chest hurt as my heartbeat thumped painfully against it. Different voices were screaming different orders in my head.

Leave idiot. Run!! You're only going to make a fool of yourself!

What you doing? Why you running? He wants to see you. Stop.

"Alessia Jenkins!"

On turning my head over my shoulder to my name being called out again, sounding dangerously close this time, I spot him. Just as I get to my terminal. He see's me looking, coming to an abrupt stop, his chest rising and falling erratically, breathless, now pleading with me silently to not do this, shaking his head at me slowly.

But I can't. I just can't. This was a mistake.

He's Matty Healy. Look at you and your pathetic life! The voice in my head taunted, almost laughing at me to belittle me.

I know! I hit back, sick of my own mind being against me, making me feel stupid constantly.

"I'm sorry!" I mouth. Before quickly stepping on to the train as the final whistle blows, informing us the doors are about to close.

The look on his face would be one that will forever stick in my mind, cutting me deep with guilt. As he realised once again, I was running from him. After everything, after he opened up and let me in. Already I was hating myself.

Almost immediately, I'm able to refill my lungs with air again, able to take a deep enough breath to calm down my erratic mind.

I find an empty table and quickly sit down, plugging in my earphones, desperate to calm down, desperate to take myself to my happy place as I close my eyes and concentrate on the music, trying to slow down my breathing.

"You think they'll ever be a time I don't have to come running after you?"

My eyes shot open, immediately ridding the plugs from my ears. Left in disbelief at the person now sat in the seat beside me as the train suddenly reved up and began pulling away from the platform.

"Matty...." Is all I could say. Unable to tear my eyes away from him. "W-what are you doing?"

"Going to Manchester, by looks of it" he shrugged, taking his attention out of the window for a few short seconds, before sending me a cheeky smile. He stood suddenly, riding his jacket for the journey and then chucks a small bunch of roses down at me. "I got you them" he says casually, like it's no big deal.

"Thank you" my voice comes out barely a whisper, still in shock he's actually here. That we're both now heading back to Manchester. And slightly confused why he wasn't having a go at me right now for messing him about. Surely he was going to get into trouble for missing this studio session?

"You're welcome" he mutters, sitting back down in the seat next to me, helping himself to one of my earphones, "what you listening to?"

I grimace, immediately embarrassed as sex continues to play away to itself.

"Should have known, really" he laughs across at me, and begins bopping his head along to his own song. Making me laugh suddenly, causing him to smile down at me.

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I TOOK SOME TIME OFF FROM THIS STORY. I GOT STUCK. I STILL AM A LITTLE BUT I REALLY WANT TO GET IT FINISHED.

IS ANYONE STILL WITH THIS?!
LET ME KNOW/COMMENT. CAUSE IF NOT, IM JUST GONNA LEAVE IT BE.