Be My Mistake - Matty Healy FanFic

Chapter Four

God, that giggle.

I didn't wanna admit it but it created a slight tingle of joy in my chest. Something I hadn't experienced in many years.

I looked at George who lit another and passed in around the other way of the circle around the bonfire.

I looked at Rosie who was still sat right in front of my face, looking at me. She was drunk as fuck. She was one big ball of giggles and I don't think the weed made it better. She blew the smoke back in my face, trying to get some sort of revenge, but I just chuckled and took it from her, placing it between my own lips.

" I think you have had enough, little one, " I laughed, resulting in her whining and resting her head against my chest. I placed my hand on her back, rubbing it softly. George was too fucked to care at this point. So were Adam and Ross who sang loudly into the garden. If they woke up the neighbours, this was on them. I couldn't help but laugh anyway. They were my best mates and also they looked fucking stupid.

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"It's about time we get you to bed," George said, tugging lightly at Rosie's arm, resulting in her holding around my waist even tighter.

She was absolutely wasted and had been clinging onto me for the last thirty minutes.
George sighted tiredly, rubbing his face, giving up. He had been trying to get her to bed for the last 10 minutes, but she wasn't having it.

" Mate, she's your responsibility now," He said, pointing to her small body before collecting the last rubbish that was lying around.
Everybody had gone inside and the fire had gone out.

" Let's get you to bed Princess," I said, rubbing her head as I felt her shake it no.

"It's getting cold and we'll be sick if we don't go inside," I argued, not really caring if I got sick. At this point, it was just all about getting her inside.

"I'm too tired, "she whined, looking up at me with a slight pout.
Fuck.

Even with her hair in a mess and her makeup all over her face, she was stunning.
I couldn't help but laugh at her statement. She had tired herself out as she had been dancing around us an hour ago, annoying the shit out of everybody. She had been on a high, and was now slowly spiralling down. I couldn't tell whether it was the weed or just because she was lightweight but either way, it was sort of funny.
I slowly reached underneath her knees and reached around her back, picking her up. I knew she wouldn't go herself no matter what I said. She leaned her face against my chest as I carried her to her room.

"You smell nice," she mumbled, making me chuckle.

" Yeah, I seriously doubt that though" I replied, opening the door into her room and putting her down onto her bed.
She yawned, unbuttoning her pants, wiggling her way out of them and kicked them onto the floor. I instinctively looked away, not wanting to violate her in her drunken state. I helped to tug her into the sheets and leaned down, kissing her forehead, turning around to leave the room, when I suddenly felt a hand wrap around my wrist.

"Stay," she mumbled tiredly, forcing her green eyes open to look at me.
I debated with myself shortly before laying down beside her, after removing my own jeans and shoes. She wiggled closer to me with her back against me, making me spoon her. I smiled lightly as I nuzzled my face into her neck. Her hair smelled like weed, making me chuckle. She kept surprising me.

" You are gonna be my mistake," I mumbled as I was about to drift off. She turned slightly to look at me over her shoulder.

" What?"

" I'm gonna break you..." I replied.

She was perfect, and somebody like me couldn't have nice things. If I did, they would end up hurt or broken.
Soon I heard light snores escaping her mouth and I closed my eyes.