matty healy, falling in love over night

maybe her heart is for another

17th of june

8am

i woke up on the sofa with a thin blanket and two pillows.
i hadn't checked my phone all night due to the fact it was still in the back off mattys car.
it was still so early, i walked to the balcony to open the curtains to let the light flood the living room.
despite the fact i didn't have or want my phone i still desperately wanted matty to somehow communicate with me. i wanted to reach out and tell him it didn't matter because i knew he loved me and that was enough. but i couldn't find the words. maybe because i didn't believe it or maybe because i just didn't possess the words
the air was cool, but not uncomfortably so. i decided a shower would be a good idea.

as soon as i stepped out of the shower i heard a knock at the door. at first i thought i was going insane.
"grace" the muffled voice said
"graceee" it continued
matty? although still in my towel with wet hair i didn't care.
"coming!" i yelled completely estatic, matty had come back for me!

i swung open the door to see george, smiling at me with a duffle bag in his first
"hey" he breathed,
i pulled him into a long hug, trying to not cry as soon as my head his back and he couldn't see my face
"why are you here georgie?" , he shuffled round uncomfortably for a minute before replying
"we have two days off before the spanish leg ... i thought i'd make sure you were okay"
"and my boyfriend is where?" i asked the tiniest anger in my voice
"with his mum"
"and gabby" i muttered.
george's face fell and i instantly felt bad, it wasn't his fault, he was trying his hardest
"thankyou for coming back for me georgie" , his smile reappeared
"what's the plan then?" i asked him
"well"

an hour later we were in his silver bmw going 80mph down the motorway, songs blasting from the radio and laughing as we went. george wound down his window and let the air mess up our hair, he wouldn't tell me where we were going, i didnt care. i liked driving with him
"so?" he began
"where is your phone?" he finished
"well ... i threw it in true back of mattys car and left it there" , he looked at me and burst out laughing
"you did huh?"
"i just didn't want to speak to anyone"
"turn it off?" he asked
"not the same" i retorted
"not the same" he repeated mocking me.
"shutup and drive"
"your wish is my command" he said going faster

we pulled up outside the intu trafford centre, i looked at him with confusion
"you need outfits for spain!" , i sighed
"i doubt i'm going do you?"
"of course you are" he said simply getting out of the car
"come on!" he called

once inside we tackled every shop, clothes going over our shoulders and arms
"george!" i squealed as he threw yet another dress on top of me
"you're gonna love it" he told me as we staggered towards the still. the sales woman laughed as she bagged our clothes up.
and this is what we did, in every single shop, everyone hated us, we were loud. but happy. god we were happy, smiling and dancing around to the songs on the overhead radio.

4 hours later we went back to the car, endless bags hanging off our arms.
once in the car i turned to face george, his hair messy and his top crumpled, i smiled
"thankyou" i whispered
"for?"
"always picking up the pieces" , he smiled and slipped the car into gear
"lets go home" he said
i thought about the words i said in the car looking out of the window. it was true, he had always been there to pick up the pieces. when matty was high the meal, when me and matty fell out, on holiday and now here. i watched him drive, one hand on the wheel, eyes locked on the road and his other hand on his thigh. i smiled and sighed settling into my seat and closing my eyes.