Matty Healy Imagines

Can I Get A Light?

"Can we get hands? Now!?" I heard a stagehand yelling into my ear. I pulled my earpiece out and finally had a moment's peace from the chaos that was ensuing backstage.

It was 30 minutes to curtains, which we called Hell time - the time when it seemed as though everything went wrong. I was currently racing around the venue trying to find the band's frontman. Who conveniently went missing.

I put my earpiece back in just to be met with more shouting. "Eve, do you have eyes on Matty?"

"Working on it!" I replied, ducking underneath a staircase to get to the bathrooms. I checked both the men's and women's - nothing. Goddamn it. Could anything be easy? I had dealt with this before of course, it was part of my job. A band member getting a case of the nerves or cold feet right before going on. Usually found in the bathroom, freaking out. Normally I could convince them with a couple of kind, but firm words of encouragement. But unfortunately, it seemed as though Matty Healy would get the best of me.

I groaned and stomped my feet through the venue. I swung the door to the outside open and jumped at the sound of a grunt.

"Hello I'm smoking here!" A thick British accent chastised from behind the door.

"Sorry-" I started to say until I realized the person in front of me was none other than Matty Healy. Just who I was looking for. "Do you even realize the chaos you are causing right now?!" I shouted at him, fed up with the arrogance these singers displayed.

"Erm, yeah sorry. Just needed a smoke."

"Yeah well I need you on stage in 15 minutes so let's go."

"Is it your job to be a stuck up cunt?"

"Oh and let me guess it's your job to be an arrogant son of a bitch?"

He smirked at my quick comeback. "Have a drag, you'll feel better love."

I simply raised my eyebrow at this statement. I hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse out of spite. But I was stressed out and in fact a hit of nicotine would help. I wordlessly took the cigarette out of his hand, taking a long drag. I blew the smoke right into his face and snubbed it out on the dumpster next to him. "Now can we get a move on? You have a job to do."

15 minutes later and he walked out on the stage to the sounds of roaring fans. I could finally breathe. While the band was on we took this time to clean and eat. We ordered a pizza and some pasta. The sound of their music was floating around backstage and I had to admit, they sounded good. Matty sounded good. I had heard of the band before but had never given them a listen.

As their set came to a wrap the chaos picked up again as we hurried around making sure everyone was in their right place. My job was to make sure the band's needs were accommodated so I was rushing around their dressing room making sure they had everything. I was just slipping out the door when they piled into the room. Their energy was high and rambunctious. I gave them a couple minutes to themselves before returning back inside to check that everything was going okay.

I knocked and entered. "Everything good here boys?"

Matty swiveled around in his chair and his eyes lit up in recognition. "You again!"

I sighed, smiling a little. "Can I get you guys anything?"

George, the drummer, looked up from his phone. "I reckon we're all set here then? We'll let you know if we need anything of course."

I nodded, slipping out of the room. I had to admit Matty was very attractive and there was something alluring about him. I packed up my things and headed home. They had another show the next night so we'll see where things go.

Night 2 -

It was a repeat of last night. 30 minutes until curtain and Matty was nowhere to be found.

"Eve do you-"

"On it!" I had a feeling I knew exactly where Matty would be found. I went straight to the back door, swinging it open to the cool night air.

"We can't keep meeting like this." Matty quipped, exhaling smoke.

I put my hands on my hips. "Do you do this everywhere you go?"

"Yeah pretty much. Helps ground me before I perform."

I held my hand out for the cigarette and he placed it between my pointer finger and middle finger, our hands brushing ever so lightly. I felt an electric shock run up my arm into my head. 

"I realized yesterday I don't know your name and I felt so embarrassed. How rude you must think I am."

"Oh, Eve."

"Is that short for anything?"

"Genevieve. But when it comes to working sometimes Eve is just shorter and easier."

"Well I like Genevieve better."

"Noted."

We stood wordlessly passing the cigarette back and forth until it became a short stub. "We've got 15 minutes until curtain so you should probably head back in before I lose my job."

"You intrigue me Genevieve." He looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Do I have time to kiss you?"

"What?" I spluttered, taken aback. I felt his hands on my hips, a soft enough touch for me to turn away and forget this whole thing. My heart raced with adrenaline and instead of walking away I ripped my ear piece out and leaned in.

His lips were soft and his skin melted into my hand. After a couple moments, I pulled away from him knowing he was due on stage any minute now. I shoved him through the door and he reached for my face, gave me one last kiss, and went off towards the stage.