His heart thudded along with the bellowing encore from the invisible crowd. His dark brown locks hung over his sweating face like rag dolls blocking his vision of the dark black curtains, in front of him and separating him from the masses of eager fans beyond them. He took the microphone that was slotted in its stand, in one hand with the other holding a deep green bottle half filled with blood red wine.
Head down, the curtains dropped to the floor rapidly, revealing the star-struck crowd and the venue roared with cheers and screams. White strobe lights flickered over the waving arms and jumping heads as soft chimes rang in the background before the beat from the drums burst out through the speakers.
Matty ran his long fingers through his mane of hair and brought the wine bottle to his lips, taking a swig then placing it on the floor as steadily as he could. The atmosphere was charged and so was he as he danced to the beat with the microphone in this hand swinging it round causing the wires to tangle. Hands clapped like thunder.
The beat softened and Matty took control of the microphone, holding it in both hands, closed his eyes and opened his mouth to sing.
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"Come on, babe, you know she didn't mean anything to me." Matty slurred, wine bottle in one hand and his soon to be ex girlfriends wrist in the other as he tugged on it to stop her from walking out his flat. He lay flat on his double bed that was covered in creased, white sheets, with small red wine stains. He was half falling off the bed, with only his ripped, skinny, black jeans on; tattoos exposed.
"Fuck off, Matty, you've always wanted to fuck her. I've seen how you look at her at the pub; I should have expected this from you!" She yelled at him and yanked her wrist out of Mattys hand. Grabbing her black bag that was slouched on the floor next to five empty cans of beer she rushed to put her shoes on. Her bralet strap was hanging off of her shoulder and her hair was a knotted mess. Mascara running down her cheeks, she ran to the door, "Fuck you!" she shouted taking one last glance at her boyfriend and slammed it shut. Matty drunk the last drip of red liquid and threw the empty bottle, with full force, at the door watching it shatter into a million pieces.
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Stella paced up and down her bedroom with her hands over her face, sobbing into her tear and mascara covered hands. Her knees started to become weak and she collapsed onto her bed, making it shake with her sobbing. Her phone next to her lit up with an incoming message from her boyfriend 'Tom' reading 'Stella, we need to talk. This is getting ridiculous now. I've tried calling you five times, I can explain everything!' She turned to face her phone, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and threw her phone at the floor. Despite being carpet, the screen cracked like a spider web from the bottom left-hand corner and up onto the screen causing her to groan and bundle up into her bed covers. Flashbacks of her and Tom laughing and playfighting then kissing shot through her head like an electric shock frazzling her heart, black.
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Falling For You || Matty Healy
FanfictionStella and Matty have both recently become single. Stella was cheated on by her boyfriend Tom when he slept with another girl at a party, however, Matty was dumped for the exact reason Tom was, when he slept with another girl after getting drunk aft...
