You (Matty Healy)

// CHAPTER FORTY ONE //

(A/N: I'm listening to Bring Some by Man Made whilst writing this I've literally replayed it about 16 times now they're quite similar to The 1975 u should listen ok bye)

"Yeah I'm on the plane now, I'm gonna have to go. Yes I'll be fine! Tell Callum and Brad to behave themselves. Ye- wait what? Yeah I've already said goodbye to my mum. Look Emily, I really need to go. Love you too, byeeeeee!"

I instantly shoved my phone in my front pocket and looked at my ticket one last time - Row 12, seat B. I struggled with my carry on bag, attempting to hold it above my head. It kept knocking on the head rests of the seats I passed, and I'm pretty sure I caught somebody's head due to an outcry of "OW". The people behind me were getting annoyed I could tell due to their huffs and puffs, and I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn red due to the weight of my bag and the embarrassment of not being able to carry it properly. I really need to lose weight I thought, a finally managed to find my seat (much due to the people behind me's satisfaction, I'm sure.)

I managed to dump my case onto my seat in the middle, before shuffling into the small footway. There was a guy staring out the window at the airport workers driving luggage carts towards the plane. He had headphones on and I didn't think he'd noticed me yet. I caught my breath for a few seconds, before grabbing my devil bag and attempting to shove it in the cabinet above my head.

The minute I mustered the strength and lifted that bastard case above my head I instantly regretted it.

My arms gave way and I almost fell to my knees, but I managed to keep my stance with a loud groan. I looked at my feet, seeing my knees trembling. My face was becoming more flustered, and the long messy curls I insisted on wearing down did nothing but get in the way. Through the sounds of my own grunts however, a voice spoke out:

"Do you want any help?" I looked up, hair hanging over my face in the most unattractive manner ever. It was then, that my eyes widened and my mouth gaped in pure shock. He looked shocked too, holding an earbud in between his thumb and forefinger and his thick eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Ethan." I exhaled, swiping the hair out of my eyes. "Hi."

"Hi," he smiled back, a grin reaching his ears. "And again, would you like some help?" I nodded, still in shock and he lept out of his seat and grabbed my case, lifting it above his head and placing it inside the cabinet with ease. I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed underneath his shirt as he did so. Fuck he was muscly. He smiled at me again before resuming his position, and I reluctantly sat in my own spot... directly next to him. Ohhhh if Matty could see this, he'd hit the roof.

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"How weird that we're sat next to each other though." Ethan half laughed in disbelief, taking a sip from the bottled water he'd just bought from the air hostess.

"I know right, mad." I laughed, popping an earbud in to my ear and swiping through the photo album on my phone. I stopped on a picture I'd taken of Matty whilst he slept and couldn't help but smile. We'd been flying for at least 8 hours now. It was pitch black when you looked out the cubby hole window, apart from maybe the flashing lights of another airplane. I'd slept for most of the journey, and part of the reason for that may be due to trying to escape Ethan and his constant want of conversation. Don't get me wrong, he was a lovely guy, and absolutely stunning - like, model stunning. But after Matty dragged me out of that cafe like a naughty child I wanted to keep my distance. But, alas, I was now wide awake and unfortunately, so was Ethan.

"You never actually said where you were going?" he asked, resting his back against the side of the plane so he was facing my fully.

"Oh erm, I'm actually going to see Matty..." I coughed awkwardly, fidgeting in my seat.

"Oh no way? I'd seen him on those advertisements they post all over facebook at the side, y'know what I mean? His band is 1975 isn't it?"

"The 1975, yeah. Can't forget the article at the front."

"So you and him are still going strong then?"

"I guess so. I mean, I don't think it's official or anything bu-"

"That would explain why you never called me then." He smiled slightly to himself, before looking down at his hands on his knees.

"Wait, what? Why would I have called you?" I asked confusedly, also turning round to look at him properly.

"Well I gave you my number-"

"No, you most definitely did not? If you remember correctly Matty practically dragged me out of that cafe." I laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, and that's why I'd written my number on the back of your receipt?" he laughed half heartedly once again, the laughter lines outlining his eyes and mouth. "I distinctly remember saying 'Avery wait, your receipt' before you took it off me and shoved it in your pocket." I sat in silence for a few moments, my head trying to process this sudden surge of information. "Don't get me wrong I didn't give you my number in the hopes of hooking up for whatever, although I wouldn't turn that down, but in case you needed a chat. Like the one we had when I first met you."

"That's really nice of you, I'm so sorry I never texted you I didn't realise." I frowned, pushing back into my seat.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I'm glad I saw you today though. Nobody else I'd rather sit with on this flight." He smiled reassuringly at me, his white teeth almost their own source of light in the darkness of the plane. I smiled back, beginning to feel bad for falling asleep on him for most of the time we spent on here.

"So how come you're travelling to Idaho on your own then?" I questioned, taking the bottled water out of his hand. He didn't resist and let it go, watching me unscrew the cap and take a gulp.

"My grandma's sick. She hasn't got long left so, thought I'd better come home and say my goodbyes."

"Oh that's awful, I'm so sorry." I pouted, passing the bottle back to him. He took it with a nod, before looking down at his hands again.

"It's okay, I mean we were never close but y'know, she's family."

I nodded in understanding, before puckering my lips in thought. I grabbed my handbag that I'd previously shoved under my seat and started shuffling around it before finding a pen and a piece of paper. I scribbled my name and my number down, before handing it to him.

"It's no receipt, but the same rules apply," I said as I watched him take it out of my hand and look over it. "If you need to talk, whilst I'm here." He took his phone out and punched the number in, before taking the pen out of my hand and scribbling his number below mine and passing it back to me.

"Same for you." He smiled.

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(A/N: Anybody else thinks this just spells disaster?)