intoxicated // your love // (m.h)

// 1 //

He stared at the dirty-blonde girl, her black dress tight around her body. Her attempt to flatten down her hair had failed and her makeup was smudged around her eyes. A half smile played on her dark red lips. This is who the velvet belonged to. He didn't remember her name, but he remembered her.

She took a few steps closer to him but he didn't move. He was not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He had just left her there upstairs, naked, all by herself in a house full of intoxicated people. He felt ashamed for sure, but still a vague feeling of pride was sneaking its' way into him. It always did. Matty thought she would be furious because of what he did, he was ready for the sucker-punch.

But she didn't hit him, neither did she yell at him. She was not even upset.

"You know, leaving someone like that could be dangerous." she said softly, like she was reminding a five years old not to play with scissors. She walked up beside him and she said. "Let's take a walk."

They walked the long streets, he could feel that she was not as drunk as she had been before. She almost walked properly and she didn't say much. She sucked in some air and then looked at him. A smile appeared on his lips when her eyes locked onto his. He was sure she was not going to leave him yet. He thought she'd been an easy target, but she was not.

"How did you find me?" he spoke up, his british accent cutting through the silent cloud that was lingering over their heads.

"There are not many british-men in this neighborhood." she answered firmly. She turned to look at the road in front of them. He was not sure how she had found him, since he didn't spoke to anyone on his way out, except the man he accidentally ran into. "So what is your deal?" she asked him, still not upset. It sounded more like she was joking. Her calm voice cracking a little because of the chuckle that almost left her mouth.

"Are you just, finding which ever girl suits you and then just... Fuck her?"

A chuckle escaped from Matty and he felt like he had no reason to lie to this woman.

"Kind of."

She nodded her head. "Even nineteen year olds?" she added.

He had no idea what her age could have been, but now he realized that she was referring to herself. He felt a little ashamed now, that he slept with a girl that was six years younger than him.

Matty looked down on the ground when he walked, his hands in the pockets of his coat. He didn't answer her, and when he didn't she spoke up again. She did a lot of talking.

"I guess it's the accent." she said. Matty smiled. "No, I actually think that is the reason. You know, american girls love dudes with the british accent." she said, mocking his voice while saying the last part.

Now he chuckled at her statement. "I guess that's it then." it was clear what they spoke about without even needing to use the word 'sex'.

"So tell me, does this british dude have a last name?"

"Indeed he does, it's Healy."

"Oh." she said nodding, "fancy." a little laugh escaped her mouth.

He looked up at her, like he was waiting for something. "well?" he said, referring to the part where she haven't told him her name yet.

"This is me." she said, nodding to a grey little apartment building. She smiled. "Do you want to come inside?" she asked him.

"Once wasn't enough for you?" he smirked.

She just rolled her eyes in respond, opened the gate to the building. They went up a few stairwells since the elevator was broken. The building wasn't anything fancy or something like that. It looked more like a motel, where you only spend as little time in as possible. The dark grayish colors on the walls made it look almost sad.

She opened a white door and stepped into the apartment. When she turned on the lights, the apartment revealed a little room in the middle of it -the living room- a little kitchen to the side and two doors in the end of a small corridor. She took Mattys' coat and hung it on a hook that was screwed to the wall. Matty stared into the little apartment and when she caught his stare she smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"It's not that fancy, but, it's something, right." she sighed. "Sorry."

He just shook his head and followed her inside. He sat down on a little brown couch. There was a few photographs on a bookshelf next to some books. There were more books thrown on the coffee table and some in the couch. The blonde girl crouched down to pick up a book that had fallen to the floor and put it back on the bookshelf. She then started to pick up the books from the couch and the coffee table."sorry." she mumbled as Matty had to move when she reached for a book behind him.

"You like to read?"

She nodded, but only the slightest, like when they entered the front door she became shy. Like now when she had exposed her territory for him she will seem like an easy target for him to break down.

"I'm sorry for the mess." she walked out to the kitchen and Matty only watched her back as it disappeared behind a corner and into another room. She came back with a glass of whisky and gave it to him, a smirk on her lips. "Sorry, it wa-"

"I am going to become mad if you ever say 'sorry' again." he interrupted her.

She nodded only the slightest. She sat down on the table in front of him and a awkward silence fell over them. Mattys' look fell on a photograph with her hugging a boy. He was maybe a little older than her, maybe around twenty. He had light hair and a strong jaw. He was nothing special but Matty had to ask.

He nodded to the picture.

"Who is that?"

The girls head snapped to the photograph and a little smile crept on her lips.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "Uhm, that is my brother." she said. "I'm in collage and he is, well older. I don't see him very often."

Matty nodded his head in relief. He first thought it was her boyfriend. He didn't quiet know why he would care, but he did. Maybe because this girl was really beautiful or maybe just because he never actually had a conversation with one girl without it leading to sex.

"You still haven't told me your name." he said.

"It's not important." she waved it off.

He scoffed: "Are you afraid or something? You know I am not a stalker I wont-"

She interrupted him with her giggles, they only sounded the slightest bit like the ones she let out at the party when he flirted her, only now they were more innocent. "I don't think that, I just think it's irrelevant." she told him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "So you let me sleep with you without telling me your name?"

"I actually did tell you..." she said then. "I guess you were a little drunk." a chuckle left her.

"Shit." he said, he had forgotten her name and now she wont tell him, "How could I forget." but he was still smiling.

She shrugged. "I guess it wasn't important." her look diverted to the clock on the wall and it said twenty five past one. A yawn escaped her and she stood up. "Now, Mr. Healy. I think you have to go."

He stood up too and they walked over to her door. He leaned in to her, breathing on the skin right under her jaw. He let his hand touch her right cheek as he placed a soft kiss on her left cheek. He smiled and then backed.

"Goodnight, Mystery woman."

"Goodnight, Healy." she said and closed the door as he stepped out.

And that's how he spent the walk home, trying to figure out what her name was. He came up with all kinds of female names, but none that suited her.

a/n

so as u've probably noticed the chapters r pretty short,,

oh and my friends got a little confused for why the story was called // your love // so i am going to explain

its bc im thinking to make this into like a book serie and the first 'book' is called // your love //

THANKS FOR READING,, PLS VOTE ILYVM :))