Matty Healy // i think we've done it all

older

four years ago in Manchester

i saw him from across the room in skinny black jeans and doc martins. i remember because he grinned at me. my friends had told me about him before but they said he was bad news. when he smiled i ignored all the previous warnings, i didn't care. he was the walking definition of bad news, black skinny jeans, and tousled hair. the way he let the joint hang from his lips as the smoke drifted through his hair, he looked so cool.

"hey" he said suddenly appearing next to me
"heya" i replied smiling at the boy who smelt of wine and weed
"watcha drinking?" he enquired
"um coke and vodka, you?" , he grinned at me before finishing his drink
"red wine" he answered with a smirk
"red wine? at a house party?" , he nodded his grin spreading
"yep!" , i laughed louder this time. only this boy would drink red wine, i barley knew hi but i felt safe. he shifted closer to me and i inhaled cigarettes and aftershave he smelt good
"im matty" he said
"maya" i told him introducing myself
"oh i know"

i felt like flying, the coolest boy ever, the boy in a band, the boy with a tattoo who could have any girl he wanted knew my name. i smiled at him, he really was beautiful this close. he just had something about him that felt like safety, i could put it into words so we stood with our backs against the living room wall, lighting up cigarettes and drinking more alcohol than we should.

after about thirty minutes he leaned in again and whispered into my ear

"let's go outside its so hot in here", i nodded taking his hand and weaving in and amongst people to the patio doors. as soon as we were outside my eyes found the moon as it hung high in the sky and the stars lit up around it

"wow" i breathed. matty looked at me and our eyes met, his dark brown eyes peering into my soul, he moved his hair gently before repeating the words
"yeah wow"