Stranger (Matthew Healy Fanfiction

Chapter 5

"Matthew? Talk to me, please?" I quietly whisper to Matty as his head is in the palm of his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. He's been like this for an hour since dragging me to what seems like an abandoned van or mini bus, which was behind the stage area. It is fairly old with all the graffiti on it and how filthy it is on the outside. On the inside though, it was actually quite cozy. It had no seats or furniture, but it still looked quite clean and looked after.

Maybe Matty comes here often to chill or something? Anyways, we're sitting in the middle on the floor of this bus and he's not reacting to what I've been saying in the past hour. I understand Matthew trying to protect me from a creep, but what I don't understand is why is he so emotional about this? Why did he need to beat the living crap out the guy too?

Something suddenly pops up in my head to get Matthew's attention. I haven't said it yet, so I'm hoping he'll speak up after this.

"Matthew? Why did you call me your girl."

I hear Matthew's heavy breathing stop. His head slowly rising and his puffy eyes peering out from the top of his hands. Was he crying that entire time?

"Why I called you my girl?" Mattys stern look stares straight into my dark brown eyes, almost as hes looking through me.

I hesitantly nod, wanting to know why.

"Isn't it obvious? Are you oblivious to the fact that I clearly have feelings for you? Yes, I've only known you for three days, but those three days were all I need with you. 72 hours is all I need to see how much of an amazing person you are Tarnee.

My heart is beating rapidly as I can't even comprehend what Matthew is saying. I sit still and see matthew take another breath.

"The slightest touch makes me want more, your voice makes me want to listen to you forever, even if its the stupidest story." Matthew does adorable laughs in between his words, while I'm completely speechless.

"I've learnt so much about you that I just want to know everything. You're intelligent, caring, innocent, funny... beautiful." Matty looks me dead in the eye as he says that, whilst his face is only a couple cm's away from mine. My hearts about to nearly explode but I can see he isn't done yet.

He looks down and grabs my hands and intwines his fingers with mine.

"You're so different to any girl i've met. You're a woman. You have respect for yourself. When that prick touched you, i just couldn't handle it. I didn't want you to get hurt. I hope you know that."

I can feel Matthews breath hit my face, as hes only inches away.

"I know." I barely whisper back, not knowing what to say.

"I called you my girl, because thats what I want you to be."

What. I blink a few times to get the words through my head. He wants me to be his? His girlfriend?

Matthew coughs and lets go of my hands, seeing i'm not responding to this. I don't know how to respond. No one has ever said anything like that to me before, how am i suppose to react?

"I'm sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable Tarnee.." Matthews face goes red and he avoids my eyes.

"I dont feel uncomfortable at all. Its just a new experience"

I place my hand on mattys arm and he looks level to me.

"What do you mean?"

I faintly sigh. "I've never been expressed in a way by a guy like that in my entire life. Hearing those words i've only known from novels and movies, just makes me speechless. I just don't know how to respond to such beautiful descriptions said by you, especially you."

Matthew turns to me and holds my hands with his again.

"You don't need to respond darling, I can see it." The words are said in a soft tone as Matthew presses his forehead against mine.

"I like you Tarnee, a lot. I'm not saying the other L word, i'm just waiting for the right time of course."

"I like you too." I giggle at the use of childish words, but it is one of the most perfect term to use right now. I don't love matty, and i dont expect him to love me.

I'm snapped out of thought as i feel soft lips touch the surface of my cheek. It lasts for a few seconds until Matthew retreats to him resting a his forehead on mine.

"Is that ok?"

"Its perfect."