A/N: sheâs here!! Itâs mostly preamble so things make sense in the future but nonetheless she is HEREEEEEE! Enjoy hotties.
For the first time in a long time, Matty Healy is completely silent. Sitting in the last row of the large black SUV, looking wistfully out the window sits an utterly quiet Matty. Dark curls tousled, eye bags prominent, it's almost unsettling to the rest of the boys on the âdetoxâ that his headphones haven't left his ears since the plane ride here.
Heâs in his head, swirling thoughts of past conversations, paths heâd wished heâd taken, Matty is starting to spiral. He canât get out of his head.
That's why they are on the trip in the first place. No phones, no social media, no civilized society, nothing but making a record on some Texas compound in the middle of the state. He knows it's for his own good, leaving everything behind for a while. Savoring the final moments of his phone he types his passcode in with his thumb almost secretively, almost like heâs ashamed to care that the message sits there at all. He checks his messages one last time, maybe it's changed, and maybe heâll have to courage to open it.
1 Unopened Message Look Matty I love you itâs justâŚ
He sighs and clicks the power button, taking out his wired headphones to join the lively conversation taking place in the row in front of him.
â-Nah mate im telling you it'll be good, you lot are too accustomed to the city,â says Arthur driving the car, one elbow casually resting on the center console.
He's a producer friend of Jamieâs and has some connection to some property in the country that's âso fucking cool it's mental mateâ. He works well with George and after a particularly harrowing cancellation, a weekend plan turned into a summer-long break from the public eye.
âOh look who decided to join them convo, you done being dramatic?â George smirks turning at the shuffling of Matty putting his headphones in his too-full backpack.
âFuck off,â Matty mutters not even caring to look up at the blonde.
âIt's jokes mate, but god knows you use your mindset for this album well chart!â Ross laughs shifting to face Matty as well.
Giggles are let out amongst the grown men in the car. Matty is not amused in the slightest, a scowl finds its way upon his face. Matty looks up at the men and opens his mouth to rattle off some witty dig when Arthur interrupts.
âEveryone hold on this is where things get a little bumpyâ He sharply turns onto a dirt road, and everyone is too busy holding on for their life to continue their tiff.
They pull up to the compound at dusk after excessively long on the nauseating dirt road. Matty wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, maybe a horror movie house, full of spiders and creaking floorboards but what he was met with was far nicer than anticipated.
The spacious ranch house is surrounded by fields, with a little creek rolling through the property cutting it in half length-wise.
A sprawling deck extends from the back of the house, full of outdoor furniture with a barbeque and a fireplace. Adorning the deck are delicate string lights, their glow illuminating the space warm and inviting, especially as the pink skies fade into pale powdery purples. If he hadn't given up his phone to Arthur a few minutes prior heâd have taken a picture to send to his mom.
It's as heâs surveying the property when he sees it, a small house just on the other side of the creek. He swears he can see a silhouette in the window, lights softly glowing through thin curtains when a hand lands on his back startling him from his discovery.
âLet's go in yeah?â Says Adam with a soft smile. He leads Matty inside one hand on the strap of his own backpack, the other still on Matty's back. Matty shrugs it off and walks beside him in silence breaking apart to claim his room for the future months.
After he gets slightly unpacked and changes out of his travel clothes, the group congregates in the living room to set up where theyâll be physically making the record.
âThereâs honestly plenty to do just help yourselves to the land and the house whatever sparks your creative juices you know?â Arthur starts unpacking production equipment, making a makeshift studio while giving his spiel.
âJust don't fuck with the livestock Lou gets all pissy when you fuck with the livestock and I do not want to be yelled at because someone wanted to pet a fucking cow and spooked the whole herd again,â Arthur says sternly, eyes wide.
âWho the fuck is Lou?â Says George, visibly confused.
âLivestock attendant, the compound is technically a vacation house for some rick fucks so they needed somebody to watch the land and keep up the animals,â Arthur explains continuing his grappling with the tapestry. Ross reaches up to help him, pinning it in place immediately. âThanks, mate.. well that person is Louâ
Matty has no interest in another guy joining their circle, another guy to mess up their dynamic, another guy to mistake as a friend. Adam senses his uncomfortable energy and shoots Ross a look, the bearded man shoots him one back, shrugging.
Matty ignores the worried stares and unspoken comforts and walks to his room without so much as a peep, feet padding along the cold concrete floors.
âWeâre worried about him yeah?â says Adam still looking at where Matty stood only seconds ago, as if he left a dark cloud in his path.
Matty shoots up, sweaty, rigid, and breathless. His legs stick to the white sheets of the bed, crisp cotton turned damp and constricting. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon but the heat of the day has already started. The thick air is filling his lungs, Matty needs a smoke.
Not bothering to change out of the plaid pajama pants and lack of a shirt, he rifles through his backpack pockets searching for his cigarettes. After finding his saving grace in the deepest pocket, he rushes down the long halfway to the back porch frantically lighting his cigarette when he sees her.
She sits on an old wooden fence, all pouty lips, tangled hair, and long legs knocking around in an old pair of cowboy boots. Sheâs facing the other way toward the pasture, head turned over her shoulder to get a look at the shirtless stranger who looks far too out of place.
Matty rakes through her appearance, light wash cutoffs, and a white tank top you can see through if you squint. She's a gangly little thing really, with freckles upon her cheeks and brown hair bleached a dirty blonde from the sun. She seems unruly, with bruises on her legs, and hands dirtied from caring for the creatures, but she seemsâŚfree.
âI take it youâre my new summer neighborâ she breaks the silence, revealing a slight southern drawl, spinning around on the fence to face the man who more so resembles a flustered teenager in the current predicament.
âIâm Louâ she continues cocking her head to the side flicking her eyes to his tattoo-filled abdomen. A slight smirk playing on her pink lips.
It hits Matty that this is the Lou he was worried about. Lou is not a man, she's instead quite possibly the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Matty feels the need to puff out his chest suddenly self-conscious of the vulnerability, and the shy nature he doesn't typically carry.
âOh- uh- yeah I guess I amâ he manages to choke out.
She grins. Thereâs a sparkle in her eye, a glint of curiosity. He's something shiny, something new, something to discover.
âWell alright stranger, If you go put on some real clothes I'll show you something cool, yeah?â She states as if he would immediately obey. Matty Healy is no âsimpâ he doesn't do whatever a chick wants him to do. He is a cold player who calls his own shots. But the way he treks back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans and an old band tee makes him seem quite the opposite.
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