C.A.T.F.I.S.H ||Matty Healy Story|| oN hOlD

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"Turn that music down and stop banging!" Mum yells up the stairs to me at the top of her voice. I sigh but do as told. Even though i do really need to get this dance routine sorted and figured out for tomorrow. It's alright mum, it's only an important exam!

And it's only just gone past 9pm. Jesus mother. I plug my earphones into my laptop so i can actually hear the music and visualize my routine without mum screaming along at me too. I quickly log into twitter, it only being a once a month visit kind of site. With me only having 30 followers, it's not like i have many friends to update my status too - And i think i only know 10 of them, tops.

I'm left a little stunned before a little pool of happiness floods through me when i see i have a DM. I've never had one before!

I quickly open up the message

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Hey, sup? Hope you don't mind the follow. Oh, and message. You're beautiful. Couldn't resist. Hit me back if you fancy a chat.

Woah.

What do i do?

My fingers wriggle around the top of the keyboard. Unsure whether to actually reply back to this guy. Unsure what to reply back....

Ok. I can do this.

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 Er, hi. No, it's cool. Thank you. For both the follow and the compliment. Oh, and the message :)

I read it over a good 5 times, debating with myself in my head what to do. One part of me screaming to just send the damn message 'it's just a message' but then there's a nagging, telling me not to bother. Saying 'what's the point?' guys are never interested in you Jessica. That's just how it is.

I close my eyes tightly shut. Pressing send, i quickly peek through one, seeing the message has sent.

Now my heart races. Why? This is ridiculous. This is just being social. It's what normal, typical seventeen year old's do. It's what i used to do. Before i basically shut out the rest of the world when i got my heart broken and stamped on.

5 minutes pass... then 10....12..13 I check the laptop a good 40 times but i need to try and occupying myself, i start putting some of my clothes into my wardrobe. Becoming annoyed at myself at how desperate i seem to be all of a sudden over someone only saying hi to me.

I peek around to the screen again, feeling a thud of disappointment hit me in the chest. Still nothing. I throw myself back down onto my bed, picking my laptop up. I decide to do a little creeping, just incase he was to reply. I mean, that'll be never. I know he's not going to now. But still, i wanna see what he looks like. I have messaged him.... only the once, after all.

Wholly shit!

My mouth drops open. Noticing his hair, being the first thing. Long, curly. It's not what i'd usually find attractive in a guy but, i dunno... his hair just seems to be, capturing. His eyes, brown eyes, that look heavenly like melted chocolate. His style, different yet attractive. Really attractive. His lips, plump and pink. And he's always smiling on these pictures.

Gosh, he has loads. 56 pictures. And i only have 2. Not that he'll be looking at mine. He still hasn't even re-

He's replied!

I clear my throat, suddenly needing to calm my state of mind and just calm the fuck down in general. What is up with me? Jesus!

Direct message> with Matty Healy

Pleasure's all mine. So, fancy a chat? I've just finished band practice and waiting for pizza :)  Be cool to get to know you?....

He's too gorgeous to be true.

I bite my lip and quickly type a reply to start the conversation off.

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