settle down ❁ matty healy

Three

"Tell me about yourself" Matty, after three beers, broke the silence.

"Well uh...I'm Andrea but please I beg you don't call me that, it's Andi. I'm 17. I like small underrated bands. I like the colour black. My lucky number is 5. How about you?"

"Well I'm Matthew but I prefer Matty or Matt. I'm 23. I like to write songs about sex and girls and drugs and whatever. I like the colour black too"

"Black is a pretty cool colour" I said

"It is"

The silence consumed us both again and Matty took the opportunity to rest his head on my shoulder. I immediately tensed up but he radiated a shit load of heat so I relaxed and let him be.

"So what's your deal?" Matty asked

"What do you mean?"

"Your deal like who do you like?"

"You mean what's my sexuality?" I asked

"Mmh"

"I never really thought about it" I told him honestly.

He chucked "I thought that you were straight now I'm wondering"

"Did you just quote your own song?" I questioned, making him laugh loudly.

"I did"

I rolled my eyes "To be fair, you're an extremely good lyric writer person"

"The word's songwriter babe"

"Don't "babe" me and whatever" I scowled.

"Alright...babe"

I moved abruptly and slapped him on his shoulder, making him laugh and run.

"Get back here Matty!!" I chased after him.

To an onlooker, we must've looked crazy. Two black figures chasing each other at 11 o'clock at night in the middle of a park.

I quickly caught up with Matty and wrestled him to the ground.

"God help me now" he muttered.

I playfully hit him "Don't call me babe"

"Sorry" he mumbled, sitting up.

We stared at each other for a moment, just looking in each other's eyes.

I cleared my throat and broke the gaze. I wouldn't mind kissing him but I mean, I didn't know him. I had only met him and-

He cut off my train of thought by gently pulling my head back to face him and softly kissing me.

I'm drunk, I have no self control whatsoever.