You (Matty Healy)

// CHAPTER FORTY FOUR //

(A/N: I'm so so sorry it's taken so long, I've just been so busy with uni work, and then family emergencies etc etc, but Mavery's back!)

Stepping inside their hotel room was just like being at their flat in England; clothes were strewn everywhere, empty pizza boxes decorated the mould coloured carpet and, of course, the permanent smell of bodies, tobacco and weed.

"Well I see you've made yourselves at home." I sighed with a small laugh, dumping my small suitcase and handbag by the door. The pink and white striped paper bag with my new undies in were also among the carnage, cheekily peeking out beneath the brown tassles of what I liked to call my 'hipster bait' bag.

"Not for long, thankfully. I'm sorry about the shitty-ness of the hotel, we may be touring but apparently we're 'not big enough' for 5 star luxury yet." Matty rolled his eyes, sweeping the curls dangling in front of his face behind his ear. He placed a rolled cigarette behind it also, his dark locks already encircling it. I couldn't help but think of Ursula's tentacles in The Little Mermaid.

"Or a decent tour bus. I wanted the tour bus." Ross moaned, his face giving a little frown.

"It's fine, honestly. Anything is an improvement from your flat." I grinned, folding my arms over my chest and raising a challenging eyebrow.

"Hey! We- Uh, actually. You're probably right there." George shrugged, before walking over and kneeling in front of the mini fridge in the corner. He pulled out a few cans of beer and cradled them within his arms, before peering over the door of the fridge and giving a cheeky grin.

"Ave, a little help?" I smiled and walked over to him, trying not to grimace at the squelching noises the carpet made under every footstep I took. When I pictured America, I really didn't picture this. I took a few cans from his arms, leaving him with two.

"Will you be able to handle those okay or do you need my pure muscle to carry them all?" I quipped, to which George responded by opening his mouth and dramatically mimicking every word I said.

"Mature. Reeeeeal mature." I laughed, handing Adam a can.

"Well, they do call me 'the big cheese'" George smirked, using the opportunity to flex his thin arms. I couldn't help but laugh, but then my eyes caught a familiar flash of pink in the corner. I turned to look more closely, to see my collection of bags being moved into what I assumed to be a bedroom, before the door closed behind it. Matty.
I felt my cheeks begin to redden with the rush of my blood rising to its surface, and I quickly made a b-line for the same bedroom. After the incident in the shop, I wanted to keep my new undies a secret, at least until my confidence had built itself up a little more. Ignoring the chatter of the rest of the boys, I quickly turned the knob of the door, stepping inside.

"Ah Aves, you never fail to impress." Matty grinned, holding up the bag with a huge, sly grin on his face. Damn it. I took a step closer and opened my mouth to explain myself, when another familiar voice cut me off.

"Oh, so you did buy them then, Aves." The blonde girl from before smirked. Matty stepped to the side to reveal her sitting on a single bed, surrounded by piles of clothes - most of them skimpy outfits and matching sets of lingerie. Including the one I'd bought. My face flushed an even brighter red, my brain not being able to keep up with the events unfolding. What the fuck was she doing here?!

"Oh right, you guys haven't actually met before have you?" Matty smiled, before pointing to the blonde girl. "Aves, this is Soph."

"Soph? As in Sophie?" I grimaced. I dared to look towards her, and her face was smug as she eyed up Matty with a smile at the use of her nickname. And I thought I was the only one with a nickname.

"Oh. Cool." I spat. It was then that I took the time to realise that the bed Soph was on was not the only other single bed in the room. At the side of me, another bed was made up...with my bags resting on the top of it. "Why are my bags in here?"

"Well this is where you're sleeping?" Matty said, his eyebrows framing his confused face. "I'm sorry Aves, but this is the best we can do. We're all in single beds at the moment. Ross has even taken the sofa so you can have his bed."

"This was Ross' bed? He can have it back. I'll sleep on the sofa." I said, turning on my heel and exiting the room. The boys were still in the exact same positions before, and I was easily able to stand in front of Ross without a problem.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking up at my stern face.

"Have your bed back, I don't want it."

"...Why?"

"Erm... because I feel bad. You take it." I quickly said, proud of my quick cover up story. There was no way in hell I was sharing a room with Soph.

"No thanks. You take it."

"No, you."

"No. You." Ross said, his face not changing expression for the whole time.

"Avery, just sleep in the damned bed." George shrugged, taking another swig of his beer.

"Yeah, Aves. We're gonna have a great time, honest!" Sophie giggled from the doorway, Matty peering from behind her with a smile.

Apparently there was a way in hell.
Because I was currently in it.

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"I don't understand what the problem is?" Adam sighed, kicking his feet up and resting them on the small wooden table.

"Keep your fucking voice down!" I hissed in a sharp whisper. "The problem is, that girl has it out for me. Who even is she? What the fuck is she doing here?!"

"It's Sophie. Everybody knows Sophie. She's like the one to know, if that makes sense? She knows everybody. Knows the best clubs, the best bars and she even knows where to score the best shit."

"Shit?"

"Drugs." Adam laughed, patting my back sympathetically like I was a child.

"Oh, what a wonderful being. She's wife material, surely?" I rolled my eyes, the sarcasm basically oozing out of my armpits. "That still doesn't explain why she's here."

"Her and Ross go way back. She wanted the holiday, so he invited her out." Adam shrugged, scratching at the short stubble forming on his chin. I was about to bitch even more, when her and Matty walked through the door in hysterical laughter holding shopping bags full of food.

"Aw man, Soph. You're so funny." Matty cackled, holding the hair back from his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"No stop it, that was all you." Sophie laughed, resting her hand on Matty's forearm.

This bitch.

I grimaced, clenching my fists and biting my lower lip in order to try to contain my utter fury at this girl.

"Hey Aves, come and help Soph with these few bags will you?" Matty asked, flashing me a smile before walking over towards the mini fridge.

"Sure." I said through gritted teeth, pushing myself off the sofa and walking towards her. I stopped in front of her, my hands still clenched, thinking about how easy and relieving it would be to just punch her in the face right there and then. Instead I shook the idea from my mind, and went to grab one of the bags she had clasped under her arm.

"No not that one, that ones mine." She shouted rather loudly. "Condoms and such. Matty asked me to get them of course." She whispered the last part with an evil grin. Her aim was to push all of my buttons in the hope that I'd freak out in front of Matty, and if I was an elevator I'd be stopping on every floor. It was at this point that I brushed past her and out of the open door, calmly walking down the few flights of stairs which eventually led me to wander the open streets of Idaho for the second time that day.