opia; matty healy.

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Matty announces at lunch that movie night has been post-poned for tonight.

"It's not Wednesday," Chelsea comments.

"I know it's not Wednesday, Chels," Matty rolls his eyes, "But due to last week's early finish, we have some catching up to do."

George says, "Isabel decides on the movies this time."

"Die Hard," I say instantly, earning a groan from Adam and a laugh from Matty.

"Adam hates those movies," He tells me.

"Don't show up then," I stick my tongue out at Adam playfully, grinning at Matty.

"Die Hard it is then!" George claps his hands together.

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"I don't know what you expected, mate," George tells Adam when he complains for the tenth time in the film so far, "it's not like it would get any better than last time."

"The Die Hard films make up the best series the earth has ever seen!" I defend, "Bruce Willis is a true modern day hero."

"Alright then love, chill," Matty laughs, watching me huff and lean back into the soft couch.

"I'm going to pick up the pizza," Adam announces, standing.

"I'll come," George says, "we've seen these a thousand times anyway."

When they leave I turn to Matty and whisper, "Everyone is so mean to Bruce Willis."

"It's okay, he's too old for you anyway," Matty admits.

"A damn shame that is," I shake my head.

"If ya don't respect yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good cahoot, na na na oh," I erupt into laughter at Matty's attempt to imitate Bruce Willis, "that was good, right?" he defends.

I shake my head, "Just awful."

Halfway through the first film, Adam and George return with food and we soon forget that the movie is playing in the background. Upon realising, I complain that we haven't been paying attention and we've missed a chunk of important information.

"Boo-hoo," Adam jokes, "What a shame we missed such an iconic film."

"Hey!" I go to defend again, but Matty grabs my hand and pulls it away from Adam.

"No more arguing over Die Hard!" He tells us, a playful glare sent both our ways.

"One day," I point my other finger at Adam, "One day you'll realise what you've been missing."

Matty grabs my other hand, laughing, "Stop it."

"Now how are you going to eat your food?" I ask him, looking down at his hands gripping onto my wrists.

"Feed me," he smirks, his mouth now open.

I scoff, loosening his grip on my hands as I shake loose, "feed yourself, you lunatic."

Everyone refuses to watch another Die Hard movie, much to my disappointment, and as an unusual day to host a movie night, everyone heads home early. I stick around for a little bit, playing the second movie while Matty pours our drinks in the kitchen.

"Another?" he groans when he enters.

I grin up at him from the floor, grabbing a drink from his hand, "Thank you!"

"Why are we on the floor?" he asks.

"Well," I say, "I'm on the floor because I want to be, you're on the floor because you wanted to sit next to me."