god, you swore that you felt sparks when with him. to the moon and back, you told your friends. they’d roll their eyes and laugh. all you did was fuck, though. you didn’t really talk unless you had pent up energy you had to release. but he has been there for you a lot, through all the bad dates you’ve had or just bad days in general.

but you’d always end up fucking in the end.

you hated that, too. just wanted to be more— but you’d agreed nothing else would happen. nothing more, nothing less. right, that’s it?

that night, it wasn’t necessarily messy or bad. you laid together, tangled up in each others bodies. but, matt was mad for some odd reason. you didn’t know why, but he started to shout. you started to shout.

you hardly remembered the night. you really only remembered matt shouting— “what, do you feelings for me or some corny shit?” that made you really mad, grabbing your clothes and storming out. that stirred some stuff up. considering you were still friends with his brothers, then just randomly started to stop posting anything with them. fans were going crazy trying to figure out what happened.

you hadn’t talked for months, thought you were finally over. thought that you were fine to go on a date. he didn’t show, though.

you cried all the way there, running because you had ubered to that damned bar. knocking on his front door, it took several knocks before he opened the door. he looked tired, like he just woke up. but definitely not expecting you.

“wha.. what are y’doing here?” he muttered, eyes taking you in from where he stood in the doorway. you were utterly soaked, eyes watery and red. “dammit.. what th’ hell are y’still doin out there, get the fuck inside.”


he wasn’t being harsh, he just seemed confused. really confused.