Me&YouTogetherStory.... •M•T•Healy•

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The birds tweeting through the open window.

The low humming of a vacuum being whizzed around below me.

.... and then, that voice, that favourite sound of mine, now beside me, calling my name softly.

All bringing me out from my peaceful slumber.

Sitting up, to amused eyes watching me, now sat at the edge of the bed, I cup my head.... man am I hungover right now.

"Sore?" He sniggers.

Immediately my eyes glare up at him in warning, this guy is already fully aware I am not a morning person. Add a hangover onto that.... he's in dangerous territory.

"How did I even get here?" I ask, my eyes now only just taking in my surroundings of once white walls, which were now covered in bands, artists, spaceships and anything nature. The four walls belonging to Matthew Healy.

Before I can even look back at my best friend, he's laughing, over the top, before throwing himself down beside me and pulling me down next to him.

"You never were a drinker" Matty jokes. His eyes glaring up at me as his head rests just slightly lower than mine.

I squat his chest lightly but join in laughing as some of the haunting memories of me and Matty sneaking off to booze, hit me in full force. Remembering how I would be pissed just from two pints and Matty would have to cover for me. Thinking up stories of me just being unwell or even having to stay at his house as Denise was always less strict than my mum.

"I was a cheap date" I shrug in self defence, now trying to hold gaze and not to smile.

But the mood is sudden shifted unexpectedly, when Matty slips over onto his stomach to look at me. All seriousness now. Already I knew I wasn't going to like where this was going, just from the feeling now in my chest. I hated ever falling out with him, it was rare it happened, but I knew it was to come from that god damn look he was giving me right now.

Matty sighs, dropping his head slightly, but still holding gaze with me. Until it becomes too much and I break it to look to the side.

"Look at me" he says within half a second of my eyes leaving his.

And without surprise, I do as told.

"Drugs, Hayley? Drugs-"

Immediately my backs up. I don't even let him finish his damn sentence before I'm throwing him a bratty eye role and glaring at him as though he'd just kicked my grans dog across the street.

"No?" He says, shaking his head, as if he's really asking if he's got this wrong? Asking if I'm really going to insult his intelligence like this.

"No!" I spit. Deciding I don't need this right now. I knew something like this was going to happen.

I quickly bolt up and attempt to step off the bed, but again, this is Matty here, who's a hell of a lot faster and stronger than me. The guy who never allows either of us to leave after an argument. We either sort it and move on. Or we fall out and stay in a mood, but be in that mood together until it's fixed.

His hand wraps around my ankle, stopping me in my tracks. "You're not leaving, silly, sit down" he instructs lightly.

I don't move.

"Hayley, stop being stupid. We're talking about this" he demands, before yanking me back down to sit on the bed next to him again.

But things were different now. We were different. Life was. Our lives. World's apart.

I was already aware he wouldn't get it. He wouldn't understand. And honestly speaking, I felt he didn't care.

"Hayley...." he pushes, gaining my attention back on him.

"It's not like that-" I try to protest.

Again, that look again, silently telling me not to even attempt lying to him.

And I don't know if it was the hangover, jealousy that he'd moved on with his life and left me feeling like he'd forgotten about me these days... but my mood was only getting worse with him.

And shocking me more than him, the line is out before I'm even aware I want to say it....

"Like you really care" I fire suddenly. Causing Matty's eyes to bulge out in sheer shock that that had just left my mouth.

"Really? Really, Hayley?" He argues. "Like I haven't just drove a million miles back, almost fell out with the guys. Almost lost my opportunity in what I'd been working so hard at, my career, just to get back and make sure you're ok. Because of your selfish ways. Because you're deciding to be reckless right now. Like I haven't got enough to de-"

"Deal with?" I finish for him, almost in disbelief he'd just come out with that.

Instantly I'm back on my feet, finding he doesn't try and stop me this time. I jump off the bed, now refusing to acknowledge him altogether.

"I didn't...." he groans, throwing himself backwards on the bed, just as I swing the bedroom door open with unnecessary force and head down his mums stairs to go join her. Knowing she's been cleaning and no doubt cooking up a full English breakfast for her favourite boy up here..... fucking mummy's boy.

"Hayley?" He groans again, over exaggerated.

"Stop talking to me!" I scream. Needing a breather. Realising our arguments were coming much more regularly and worse to handle these days.

A figure now joins me at the bottom of the stairs, having heard my outburst.

"Oh dear, what's he done this time?" D asks playfully, holding a hand out for me to take. "Coffee machines on" she says, nodding her head towards the kitchen to join her, as though she already knew I had a hangover living in my head this morning. But also strangely knowing I wasn't seemingly coping too well with her sons absence in my life these days.

"Hayley?" Matty shouts again. Still in his room. Unaware I was now sat with his mum. "I didn't mean that, Hayley" he calls after me. "Fuck sake!" He groans to himself, finally giving in.

"You'll sort it" Denise suddenly says, throwing me a reassuring smile over her shoulder back at me. But truth be told?.... I wasn't so sure now.