The Backup Singer - A Matty Healy Fanfiction (Completed)

Part 36 - I Just Need To Think

*Tyler's POV*

I woke up in bed next to George, his arms wrapped around my middle and his eyes closed. His hair was messy as ever, still that brown colour with the blonde ends. I smiled, kissing his nose.
"Mhmm...Morning." He said groggily, smiling with his eyes still closed. He was shirtless with boxers on. I could see his tattoos on his arms, running my fingers over them. Goosebumps arose at my touch and I couldn't help but smile.
"Open your eyes." I laughed quietly. He groaned and peeled his eyes open, reluctant due to the morning light. When his eyes settled on me he smiled, making me blush.
"Morning beautiful." He whispered. I hid my face under the white sheet of my bed to hide my blushing but he pulled it away.
"Don't hide. You're gorgeous." He mumbled, hooking his fingers under my chin and pulling me to him, closing the gap between our lips.
I pulled away quickly.
"Morning breath," I said. "I'm brushing my teeth. And I won't kiss you until you do too." I said, walking into the bathroom connected to my bedroom. George chucked before hoisting himself out of bed.
"The things I do for you." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"What? Basic hygeine?" I asked, laughing. He smiled, rolling his eyes. He kissed my cheek with his arms wrapped around my waist.
We brushed our teeth and I walked out of my ensuite into the kitchen.
"What? No morning kiss?" He asked, pouting as he came out of the bedroom.
I smiled and ran towards him, jumping into his arms. His picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His hands rested under my thighs, holding me up. He pressed his lips to mine, smiling. And as we broke apart...
He said something he hadn't said before.
"I love you."
We hadn't said it yet. Well, now he had. But now I didn't know if I was ready. I did love George, but...
I was scared I'd get my heart broken.
I was scared that if I got too attached to him, he'd leave. I was scared I wouldn't be good enough, or he'd find someone better. I was scared of saying it back, because once you do, that means it's real.
A heavily awkward silence hung between us.
"Uh - I'm going to go make pancakes." I said, untangling myself from him and rushing to the kitchen. I turned my back to him as I fussed over the stove. My eyes went blurry with tears and I sniffed quietly in an attempt to stop them from falling.
"Baby," he said quietly, coming towards me. He snaked his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. "Don't cry." I sniffed again but a tear slid down my nose, landing on the top of the bench.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm scared, George." I whispered in a voice so small I almost couldn't hear it myself.
"Why are you scared?" He mumbled against my shoulder.
"I'm terrified, George. Of this," I said, gesturing to the both of us. "Of us. Of us even being classified as us." I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not making sense." I said, turning to walk away, but George was too fast and caught my hips in his hands, making sure I couldn't move once I was facing him.
"Ty, I didn't mean to freak you out. I'm just telling you how I feel. And I'm not going to freak out if you don't say it back yet." He said. The amount of love I had for him right then, for being so understanding, was so immense I couldn't help but let the words slip out of my mouth.
"I love you." I said quickly, pressing his lips to mine, my hand on the back of his neck. I surprised myself at the easiness of it. They were only three words, but there was such a weight lifted off my shoulders once I told George that I loved him. Such a massive meaning for such a little thing.
He grinned at me, closing the gap between us again.

Meanwhile
*Billie's POV*

I was awoken by Matty trailing his fingers up my arms in circles, giving me goosebumps.
"Wake up beautiful." He said quietly.
"Why?" I croaked.
"Because..." He trailed off.
"Exactly. Let me sleep." I said.
"Uh - Billie. This is important." He said. My eyes snapped open.
"What is it, Matty? What's happened?" I asked, suddenly feeling panicked. I sat up, crossing my legs. Matty did the same.
"Uh - yeah - umm -" I cut him off.
"Matty - just tell me what's happening."
"We're going on tour." He blurted out.
"What?" I asked, stunned.
"We are going on tour. The band. You, me, Rachael, Adam, Ross and George." He said, meeting my eyes. I couldn't help but think What about Tyler?
"W-Where?" I stuttered.
"Well..." he started, making me bite my lip. "We're going to America." He said quickly.
"What?!" I exclaimed. He smiled.
"Will you come with me?" He asked quietly.
"Of course!" I yelled, tackling him in my arms. He smiled, hugging me back.
"So we're seriously going? When?" I asked when we broke apart.
"In three days."
"What?!" I exclaimed again. "How long are we going for?" I asked.
"Two months." He said. "And we'll have a show a night, basically. We have a few days off, but not a lot."
"Matty, this is amazing! I'm so excited! I need to go pack!" I said, jumping out of the bed to start stuffing my suitcase.

*George's POV*

I got a text from Matty at nine.
Have you told Tyler yet?
I texted back with:
Not yet.
He texted back quickly with:
Wanker.

I bit my lip nervously. I was a wanker. I'd completely forgotten about what I had to tell Tyler. She was standing in front of her wardrobe in my shirt and her underwear. It knocked me dead seeing her in my shirt, it was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen in my life. It was so big on her.
"Ty..." I said anxiously, walking into the room.
"Yeah?" She said, turning away from her open wardrobe to face me.
"Um - I have something to tell you." I said, grabbing her hands in mine, fiddling with her fingers.
"Yeah babe? What is it?" She asked.
"Um - you want to sit down first?" I asked. She frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed and I sat there too, legs crossed.
"George if it's something bad just tell me now." She said. I bit my lip.
"The band is - uh - going on tour." I said.
"That's great, babe! Where?" She asked, grinning.
"America." I said.

*Tyler's POV*

"America." He said. I felt my world crumble at those four syllables.
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"Yeah. America. For two months." He said. My jaw dropped a little but I shut it quickly. Two months?!
"W-what?" I asked shakily. He smiled sadly.
"We're going to America. For two months. We leave in three days." He said. My stomach dropped to my feet.
"Three days?!" I yelled. He nodded, looking down. "You're leaving," I whispered. "In three days?" I finished, my voice cracking. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, landing on my leg.
"Tyler," he said quietly, putting his hand on my leg, rubbing soft circles.
"No. I just need to think." I said, getting up and running out of the house. I ran to my car, opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat. I reversed out of my driveway, leaving George standing stunned on the front porch. I drove until I couldn't hold the tears in anymore. I parked the car to the side of the road, stopping the engine. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees.
I let out a choked sob and gave up; I let the tears fall. I tried to collect my thoughts.
The whole band, including Billie and Rachael, would leave me here, for America. For two months. I knew it wasn't that long deep down, but going from seeing George every day to not at all will be hard. I let my body slump, exhaling. I shuddered through another wave of tears.
I cried for a good twenty minutes before my phone went off. It made me jump and my knees hit the steering wheel, blaring the horn. I laughed shakily, pressing the answer button, not even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" I called into the phone.
"Tyler. Come home." George's familiar voice said.
"George," I said, biting my lip. I was debating saying what was really on my mind or not. "I'm pissed off."
He sighed. "I know." He said.
"You said you loved me, and then told me you were leaving." I said. He sighed heavily again.
"I know. But I stand by what I said. I love you." He said. I rolled my eyes, because I knew I still loved him back and always would.
"Are you actually leaving?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"Yes," He said. "Can you please come home?" He pleaded. I sighed she sniffed.
"Fine."
"Wait - have you been crying?" He asked. I sniffed again to stop my nose from running.
"No." I said unconvincingly.
"Oh - Tyler. Don't cry. Come home." He said, I was already starting my car. I hung up without saying goodbye, focusing on the road. Everyone was wary of phones in cars since Rachael's accident.
A light rain had started to fall, landing on my windscreen.
I parked in my driveway again, running to the front porch to avoid the rain. George was standing in the doorway.
"Tyler. I don't want to fight. I don't want to be on bad terms before I leave. I love you so much." He said, opening his arms. I ran into his embrace, not wanting to let go.
"I love you." I whispered against the fabric of his shirt. I could feel him smiling as he picked me up off the ground.
"Come inside." He said as he carried me inside, sitting us both down on the bed. He lied next to me on the bed, resting his head on his arm.
"You're actually leaving." I whispered, the matter finally sinking in.
"I know. I really don't want to go. I don't want to leave you. I'm scared." He said.
"Scared of what?" I asked.
"Scared of losing you. I'm scared you'll find someone within the two months I'm gone." He said.
I frowned. "I'd never do that. You know I'd never do that." I said. He nodded.
"We'll make it through it though." He said, taking my hand in his and placing a short kiss on my lips. I smiled.
"I love you," I said. "Stay here tonight?" I asked. He grinned.
"Always, babe."

Hey. How are you liking this story so far? Any constructive criticisms? So... They're going to America for two months. (This is not based on their real tours, obviously) Speaking of tours, who has tickets to see them? I'm seeing them next year. :) Anyone notice another Betty Who reference? If you haven't listened to her you should, she's great. :)
Okay. Love you guys!
Oh and PS: I'm thinking of ending the story soon - how would you want to end it, if you could choose? :)
-Anna xo