Worthless (Matt Tuck fanfic)

I Never Felt The Need To Ask

Look out boys and girls, we FINALLY have a double dose coming up of the one thing we've all been waiting for... *Hint, hint* Things will get pretty steamy in this chapter, so don't say I didn't warn you ...

*Matts POV*

So we arrived back home, and truthfully I was pretty tired from the drive home, but I refused to have a nap of any sorts. I had other plans. 

I watched as Crystal hung her jacket over the banister and headed into the lounge were she collapsed onto the sofa, still holding that goddam bottle of wine. It was so nearly empty, but she had been too giggly for the last part of the journey to finish it. I smiled a her and made my way over, sitting down next to her. Without a second of hesitation, she leant into me and cuddled right up against my chest, her face buried in my neck with her breath tickling my shoulder gently. I returned the hug, stroking her hair. I didn't know where this hug was coming from, but I'd give any second of any day just to hold her like this. If I could fall in love with a type of hug, this would be it. 

"Why haven't  you asked me to be yours yet?"

The mumbled sentence made my heart jump slightly, as the thought of just asking her to be mine was to intense to confidently achieve. "I've honestly never thought the need to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've always thought that between me and you, our feelings have gone perfectly unspoken but understood. The only time that I'd feel the need to ask you would be if I was still a bit unsure of what your answer would be. Honestly though, I feel like if we carry on the way we're going, there'll be no need to even ask, I feel like it would just happen and that'd be that."

She hummed in acknowledgment of my answer and seemed content with what I'd said, so I went to unlink her from me. I suggested that I should pour two glasses of wine for us  and she seemed to like that idea. I took her open bottle and made my way to the kitchen.

This woman is something else for sure. I haven't felt this happy with someone for as long as I can remember. She makes me forget about wanting children (genuinely of my own) for the time being. She makes me feel like I don't need to rush to get back what I lost before the last tour. Being with her makes it easy to fix those pains in my chest more every single day. Sometimes I catch myself looking at her and I kick myself for ever doubting her in the beginning, whether that was personally or even the very first time I met her when I just assumed she was a mere fan. I consider myself lucky every day that she never gave up on me, or that she even looked at me in the first place. I can't imagine how much of a struggle it would have been for everyone with me in that state. I know the boys are thankful for her too. They love her to pieces like a sister.

I took myself out of thought by pouring the second glass of wine, and hearing the tap in the upstairs bathroom turn on. She was very quiet going up the stairs, usually the steps creak once or twice. As I listened to the quiet commotion upstairs, I stared at the bottle in my hand. She was already quite tipsy, what harm would it do if I just caught up fairly quickly? With a mental shrug of my shoulders, I began drinking from the bottle until it was pretty much empty. We had yet to enjoy a tipsy evening in together, and it wouldn't be right if only one of us was tipsy...

The bottled had emptied and I placed it down, taking a deep breath and letting it out a second later. After a moment of standing with my eyes closed, I opened them and picked up the two glasses, making my way upstairs to find what Crystal was doing.

*Crystals POV*

I turned off the taps in the bathroom and shut the door behind me. While Matt was pouring the drinks, I had a wonder up into our room to change into pyjamas and instead found some old lingerie pieces that I owned that hadn't been worn in quite a while. A sneaky grin had come across my face, and I grabbed them, as well as a black silk dressing robe that stopped just above my knees. I hadn't 'made an effort' for someone in so long, it was almost a foreign area of expertise to myself, but I reckon I could still pull it off. I was happy to find that the lingerie still fit to my liking, and after slipping on the robe and tying it up, I made my way back into the bedroom to see Matt just placing the wine glasses down on the bedside table.