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They're staring through the kitchen lights

Pairing: DriveLikeIDo!Matty Healy x Transmasculine!oc

Summary: While taking a break from his parent's New Year's Eve party, Matty finds himself in a tree in his backyard. While he tries not to think much about the oncoming year, he's forced to recon with another set of thoughts. His confusing, and unlabelled, relationship with Oliver, and the new feelings that come with it.

CW: Brief alludes to homophobia and transphobia, swearing, mentions of nicotine addiction, kissing, mention of handjob, brief allude to difficult home life, Both Matty and Oliver are around 17, shit writing 🤷

A/N: Heyyyyyy, I've finally written something. This isn't the intended first fic from this au, but it was the first one I've got finished so the oc (Oliver Miller) might not be fully introduced like I'd hoped. I'll get to the first actual fic at some point. I also need to point out the tittle is 100% a James Marriott reverence, Car lights is their song. Hope you enjoy and I encourage any feedback as both comments and in asks. I am very much looking to learn from others lol.

Word Count: 2,949

The air had a bitter chill as the bark scratched across Matty's palms. A cloud is crafted from his breath, a product of the cold as he pulls himself up on a branch. The sound of the breeze mingles with the faint sounds of celebration coming from his house. His parents and their showbiz friends. They'd asked Matty if he wanted to invite the boys, but they'd all had plans with family leaving Matty to where he was now, seeking refuge from drunk adults in the strong branches of the tree by his house.

It was late, his brother already tucked up in bed. Though Matty wondered if he should've stayed inside for midnight, just in case the fireworks spooked Louis in his sleep. But a cheer from inside reminds Matty that he just needs a minute to himself. A minute or two away from the claustrophobic feeling in his living room. Suppose he could hide away in his room but the commotion would still feel a little too suffocating.

The urge to reach into his jacket for the packet of smokes he wasn't meant to have claws up his throat as he crosses his arms to protect from the biting winter air. He couldn't walk back into the house smelling of smoke, not that anyone would be sober enough to care. But Matty wasn't overly keen on the idea of risking being chewed out by his mother in front of all their friends.

Instead he pulled out his phone, flipping through contacts, trying to find someone to talk to to distract from the cravings and the cold and the noise and the impending existential crisis that came with being a teenager on new years eve.

He already knew the boys were busy, so they were out of the question and he couldn't be bothered making small talk to the people he was sorta friends with through school. Then he landed on Oliver. He was probably free, unless he was out getting drunk with his mates to bring in the new year. Matty's thumb hovers over the call button but he hesitates as his chest tightens.

Calling him would be weird right?

They were friends, well… they were whatever the hell they were. At school they shared the passing conversation during music. Just classmates. But come after school they make ease of slipping through bedroom windows and sneaking out to the more forest-y area on the outskirts of town. They've never dared to even mutter a mention of labelling things. But Matty would be lying to himself if he said not knowing where they stood wasn't driving him crazy. He longed to know if he meant more to Oliver than a few stoned kisses and a handjob every other day.

He needed to be.

But Matty also knew that if that was the truth their relationship wouldn't be able to be like their peers. No one but a few could know. Could never go to one of those dumb school dances together.

With a sigh Matty tucked his phone back into his pocket, making his decision to sit outside by himself. So just leaned his head against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes for a bit.

Matty didn't know when he fell asleep, or how long he was out for, or even how he hadn't fallen out of the tree in his slumber, but given his now stiff neck as his eyes flickered open it had been a hot minute. Then he felt something hit the back of his head. The item didn't hurt. It just tangled in his hair for a moment before falling back down to the ground.

Matty turned his head to investigate, groggy eyes searching in the dark and landing on Oliver, draped in a coat with his arm cocked back ready to launch the stick in his head. Matty blinked and Oliver's arm snapped back to his side. He cleared his throat, dropping the stick to the ground. "Hey."

"Hi"

"You'll catch a cold sleeping up there"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" The question slipped out before Matty could stop it. It wasn't malicious or said with anger, just raw confusion while his brain slowly woke up.

Oliver shrugged, kicking at a bit of snow. "Was in the neighbourhood. Bored. Thought I'd see what was going down at party central." His words were carefully said. The attempt of a joke sounding flat as his eyes focused on the snow on the ground. Matty knew he was bullshitting.

Matty turned back, a silent invitation for Oliver to join him in the tree which he took. Matty listened as the other boy drew closer. Silence had fallen over the two, the only thing to be heard was their breathing and the clink of the chain on Oliver's jeans.

"You sure this thing will hold?" Oliver muttered as they focused on getting to the branch Matty was perched upon.

Matty shrugged, turning his head to watch Oliver pull himself up and get settled next to him. They were now close, legs touching, their warmth on the cusp of being shared. Matty quietly took in Oliver. His hair was a slight mess, either from climbing, the wind, or not fixing it before leaving the house.

Moments pass with the two just sitting in silence. Both boys watching the stars twinkle in the sky. A level of awkward tension simmering beneath the silence masked by the wind animating the leaves left in the trees. "I thought you'd be in their partying." Oliver started, his words hesitantly quiet. "Invited the guys over, or at the very lest George."

Matty shakes his head, glancing over at the other boy only to see Oliver looking back at him, causing Matty to dart his attention back down to the ground below them."Nah… he's busy. locked into a family celebration. All of 'em are."

Oliver nods, taking a moment to think over their next words. Silence stretches again as he twists one of his rings around his finger before biting the bullet "You could've invited me"

Matty opens his mouth to respond but closes it again. It takes a considerable amount of effort to glance back at Oliver, only for his eyes to dart to the side, towards the light spilling from the backdoor of his house. And that tells Oliver enough.

"You haven't told them, haven't you?" Oliver's words were hardly above a whisper, like even alluding to the topic was forbidden. Like anything even remotely related to 'what they were' was a crime.

When Matty didn't respond, just shifting on the branch to look at the party through a window, Oliver's expression fell. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion and even a slight disappointment that he was just some secret, which he'd assumed at this point but it still stung. He tried to catch it, mask his own emotions so to protect Matty's. Oliver didn't want him to think he was disappointed or god forbid mad at him for the situation they found themselves in.

Oliver didn't know how to approach this subject. Their efforts with dodging relationship talk and the sensitivity that this topic brings making him feel like he was walking on eggshells. So when Oliver opened his mouth he chose his words carefully, and out came "How do you think they'd react?". Oliver's voice wavered at the top of the sentence like he hadn't fully committed to the question as it left his lips.

He watched has Matty's gaze flickered up to meet eyes before his gaze flickered back to his lap. Neither of the two boys had been any good at sincerity in general let alone while making eye contact.

Matty took his time to collect his thoughts into a carefully built out response. However, Oliver already knew the answer to their question. In the time the two had spent over the past few months they'd gotten to know each other. One learns a surprising amount about a person through sleep deprived conversations under moonlight and the haze of marijuana. Matty had spent countless of their encounters venting about his parents like any other teenager for Oliver to paint a hazy picture of what the two were like.

Matty's parents were different from the average, which, again, wasn't a surprise to Oliver. Practically everyone in their year knew Matty's parents were on the telly. That alone would constitute an atypical childhood. But as Matty peeled back the curtain more and more Oliver got a feel for what they were really like. One of the things Oliver came to realise was that Matty's parents were tolerable, which was a rare commodity within Oliver's own life.

Oliver had to stop himself from bursting out in tears of relief the night that Matty had told him offhandedly that his grandfather was a drag queen. That night had allowed Oliver to relax. He didn't have to look over his shoulder in fear of another set of judging eyes coming from adults who should know better. He was already tired dealing with the ones in his own home.

He knew that Matty's parents would be fine with whoever their son decided to date, even if it was somebody's self-made son.

Matty knew replying to the question directly would be redundant, because he saw how relaxed Oliver seemed at the thought of his parents knowing about his existence. He knew the question Oliver really wanted to ask was 'why haven't you told them yet?' but he was too polite to do so.

So Matty took a deep breath and let the words rattling around in his head slide out on the exhale. "I just don't want things to change."

The honesty in the confession made Oliver's eyebrows twitch up. Was he really acknowledging what was happening between them? "Oh. In what way?"

"In a everything will shift type of way." Matty sighs with an edge as he runs a hand through the mop of curls on his head, clearly not verbalising his thoughts in the way he wanted. His gaze returns to his house as his thoughts turn to his family. "I don't know… I don't want the air to shift. I don't want anyone, let alone my parents think of me differently of me because of who I fancy, y'know? And I know they won't be upset or any of that bollocks… but… I don't know". His voice trails off as he becomes more unsure of himself.

Oliver nods along, getting where the other boy is coming from. "I get it… but you can't exactly control peoples perception of you." Oliver cringes a little as he watches Matty sit on his words. "Shit that didn't come out as supportive as it sounded in my head"

A breath of unamused laughter leaves Matty's nose. "No… it really didn't."

"But, what I was trying to say was, you can't exactly change who you are, neither can you hide away forever, unless you want to drive yourself mad. Change is inevitable in life.." Oliver trails off, voice going quiet as they wage another internal debate over whether to say the next bit. "… and hey, if anything does go wrong, you've got me."

Matty nods, looking up at Oliver and return the smile. "Yeah, guess I do."

The boys sit on the tree branch for a few moments in silence. They listen to the breeze and the sound of enjoyment from both Matty's house and the faint sounds of his neighbours. The tree creeks and the leaves blow. An owl perched on a far off tree hoots into the night sky. All while Matty's gaze returns back on Oliver.

Oliver doesn't notice Matty staring, too busy focused on two birds turning in for the night in their nest. But if he was paying attention he would see that Matty's tired eyes would flicker over his face, taking in every mark and blemish. The slight hair on his upper lip that Matty knew he was oh so proud of. The day old eyeliner that didn't come off in the shower that he couldn't be bothered wiping off. The glint of sliver in his nose that caused a few too many arguments with his parents.

Matty could feel his shoulders drop and his muscles unclench from his high strung evening. The nicotine craving retreated back into the depth of his mind as his sole focus was on the boy beside him. He didn't care that their relationship was complicated, he found a sense of solace in his presence.

"I'm not like… ashamed of you or anything…" Matty blurted out into the air, caught in the softness of the moment.

Oliver tears his gaze from the nest to look over at Matty, silently shocked he'd even verbalised the elephant in the room. He nods nevertheless. "I know."

"I just want to make sure because I don't want to make you think I'm just like every other wanker you take shit from at school." A level of frustration was intertwined through Matty's words. Not at Oliver, never at Oliver, but at the mere thought of being like those pricks that pushed him around for just existing differently.

"Matty, I know. You're just taking your time, which is fine. This shit's like an annoyingly big thing… people care about who you want to fuck for some reason." Oliver said with a smirk growing on his face, trying his best to lighten the mood.

Matty returned the gesture with an amused huff. "You're too patient." "Just giving you the level of patients I would want someone to give me if I was in your position…" Oliver shifts closer to Matty, words falling to a sincereness that has been very rare for the two regarding the topic of them.

There was a pause before Oliver picked up from where he trailed off, almost like he was debating whether to continue. But what the hell? Might as well see in the new year on a wave of honesty.

His words were tentative as he forced out the words dangerously close to suffocating him alive. "But when you tell your parents… would you mention me?"

Matty's eyebrows raised a little in shock. Did we want to be mentioned? Is this his way of finally asking what they were? "Uh. d-di-do you want to be mentioned?" He eventually stuttered out as his brain raced for an answer.

Oliver shook his head. Stupid. "No, no. Why the fuck would you mention me when coming out to your parents? I don't know why I even said that, forgot it, it's du-"

Matty decided it was his turn to be brave, cutting off the ever growing flustered mess beside him. "Ollie, love, breath. I probably will… stop mum from asking who I'm always going out to see."

"You don't mind if she thinks we're like… together?"

"Why would I? It's the truth, isn't it?"

Silence falls over the pair as Oliver fails to come up with a response. He doesn't feel like he's allowed to say yes, but at the same time he'd rather fall out of this tree than say no. So the two boys just stare at each other. Both noticing the flickering of eye lines to lips, back up to eyes.

"You really want that? Want an us? You know what would happen if people at school fou-" Matty couldn't stand hearing Oliver unravel over the stupid reality they were stuck in. For once something felt right for Matty and he wasn't about to through that away. So Matty leaned in, silencing Oliver's words with his lips in an effort to protect this perfectly constructed safety bubble the two sat in.

Oliver stalled, brain trying to catch up to reality before his body finally relaxed. Oliver allowed himself to be kissed, eyes fluttering closed and his body relaxing like a sigh before kissing back. Lips slotted together like puzzle pieces as the two try to get impossibly close on this tree branch. Oliver's hand comes up to cup Matty's face as Matty takes a fistful of the others jacket.

They've kissed before, in varying states of consciousnesses and context, but this time felt different. This time felt real. Matty could almost swear he heard fireworks.

Wait.

He focused back into his surroundings for a brief moment. That's when he heard the bang, and then another bang. And when his mind registered the third he couldn't help but let out a laugh against Oliver's lips.

It was midnight.

Oliver pulled back a little, just enough to rest his forehead against Matty's. Both their eyes flicker back open, meeting each other as the different colours begin to dance in the corner of their eyes. They dissolve into laughter, never once pulling away completely.

"This is so fucking cliche" Matty comments in jest as the two turn their head to watch the explosions of colour light up the inky black sky.

"Wouldn't want to begin the year any other way" Oliver muttered before turning back again to capture Matty's lips in yet another kiss. This one was shorter, with Oliver pulling away first with furrowed brows. "Your family.."

Matty raised a brow in confusion. "What about 'em?"

"They might see us up here if they come out for the fireworks."

"Let 'em see" Matty tugs Oliver back in by his jacket. Oliver lets out a yelp of surprise of being manhandled in a tree before melting into a giggle at how adolescent this all felt. Teeth clashed awkwardly as the two smiled and giggled their way through the kiss. The silent label of 'boyfriend's' hanging above their head as crackles of colour painted their background.

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