loving someone / matty healy

𝙐𝙂𝙃!

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Stirring awake, my confused, and slightly scared, gaze was drawn to a head of dark curls at my bedroom window.

"What the f-"
"Are you gonna let me in or what?"

Matty fucking Healy.

I genuinely considered just telling him to fuck off, but I figured that he wouldn't be here unless it was something of the utmost importance, or, quite possibly, he was desperately bored and knew that being the bane of my existence was a great way to waste his life.

Thinking 'fuck it', I opened my window, audibly gasping at the sight in front of me. He was shivering and bleeding, his black hoodie drenched from what I presume was the rain that fell earlier tonight, and, something I never quite thought I'd see altering the features of his face, and only just illuminated by the soft glow of my fairy lights that I had forgotten to turn off, was fear?

He found his footing on my fraying bedroom carpet as he stared at the ground. "Did you piss off Mike Tyson or something?" I untimely joked. "What are you doing here, Matthew?"

A small smile crept its way onto his face, a dazed look in his dark eyes. Beginning to sway slightly, he answered quietly, mumbling, "Didn't know where else to go, Evie.".

And then he fucking collapsed.