about him ~ matty healy oneshots

- she's got a boyfriend anyway

cw: kissing, cheating, shitty bf
word count: 1,240

you had a boyfriend. a bad one at that. one that wasn't loving or caring. one that didn't know your favourite flower or your favourite song, or even your favourite colour. your best friend, matty, knew all those things and more.

but you just couldn't see how much better he was for you.

here you were, lying on the bed in his room, talking about the most recent shitty thing your boyfriend had done. he'd stood you up on your six month anniversary, to go to the pub with his friends.

"leave him," matty says, rather abruptly.

"what?" you ask, blinking a few times just to make sure the seriousness in his face was real, he wasn't joking. "matty, i can't break up with my boyfriend after one little mistake."

he rolls his eyes at your weak excuse. this wasn't a little mistake, nor was it the only one he's made, and you both knew it certainly wouldn't be his last one unless you left home right now. "remember your birthday?" matty asks.

of course you remembered your birthday. your 20th, about a month or two ago. you say nothing, just sighing. you really didn't wanna talk about this, not again, but matty was going to. he always did when you tried to defend your shitty excuse for a partner.

"i do," he says, interrupting the awkward silence, "he said he'd take you out for a nice dinner. you got all dolled up, made your own way to the restaurant because for some reason he can't drive despite being twenty and having plenty of money to pay for lessons. then he stood you up. except he didn't tell you he wasn't gonna come. he didn't warn you line he oh-so-kindly did this time. he left you sat there alone, for hours, until you made your own way home in the pouring rain because you were too ashamed to ring someone and ask for a lift. and you know why you were ashamed, y/n? i'll tell you why. because you knew how wrong he was for that, and you didn't want to get an earful about it."

"matty, stop..." you quietly plead, trying not to let tears well in your eyes as you think about your boyfriends behaviour.

"sorry if the truth hurts," he bites sarcastically, "oh, what about valentine's day? when he didn't get you anything?"

"he just forgot-"

"he always forgets, that's his problem!" matty snaps. you've never seen him mad before. sure, he got mad as much as most young men did, but he never let you see it, and he certainly didn't direct it at you. even now, his anger wasn't directed towards you, but your boyfriend. upon seeing you flinch, his demeanour instantly softens. "i'm sorry, love. i'm... i'm only saying it because you need to hear it. he doesn't do anything for you. he doesn't give you gifts, or call you pet names, he rarely takes you on dates."

"it's not just like that. he does do things for me." you say that, but you can't really think of any times he actually has.

"name something." you stay silent. "see? you're defending a man who can't spare you a single thought." i could give you a thousand thoughts, he thinks, if you'd just see me. "you can't see how much you're worth, y/n? how much you deserve? you're beautiful, and smart, and funny, and the sweetest person i know! you're too good for him, so why don't you just dump him?"

"he gives me attention sometimes. like, at the right times." that was true. if you were upset or something, your boyfriend would give you just enough attention to keep you. "there's no one else that'll do that."

"oh, the bare minimum? wow, i think i'm gonna start using you two to base all my future relationships off!" he instantly feels bad for being sarcastic when he sees the sad look on your face. "face it, y/n. you're not getting anything worthwhile from him."

"but no one else wants me the way he-"

"bullshit," matty cuts you off, "there's tons of guys who are practically begging to be with you, to treat you the way a beautiful, kind girl deserves to be treated." he could feel himself getting worked up.

"like who?"

"like me!" he shocks himself with his confession, but it's out in the open now. he can't backtrack, he can't lie, so he carries on. "i'd give you the world if you'd just give me a chance. choose me over him. let me fill the shoes he never even put on. i'd make time for you. every birthday, every valentine's day, every anniversary. i'd take you on all the dates you want and always show up. i'd buy you all the gifts in the world just to see you smile. you'd never doubt my intentions because my intentions would be nothing but pure."

"matty-"

"you have no idea how much i love you."

"love?" your eyes widen, your lips staying slightly parted.

matty takes one of your hands in both of his. you know you should pull away, you have a boyfriend, you know you shouldn't let another man hold your hand, especially after he just told you he's in love with you. but you don't pull away.

"yeah. love. i've been in love with you for two years, and the whole time i've been sat here listening to you talk about some dickhead who doesn't care about you. whether it be gushing over how much you love him, or complaining about how bad he's been to you. and god, it's hurt me so damn bad. so i'm sorry if this seems like a bit of a sudden confession, but it really isn't. it's been on my mind for ages. everytime you talk about him, it's like a knife to-"

"matty." you cut off his ramblings, squeezing his hand slightly.

the whole time, he'd been looking anywhere but your eyes. the wall, the desk in the corner of his room, your hairline. but now, he looks right into your eyes. his own eyes were wide, and god, he looked so pretty. "yeah?"

"just... take a deep breath, okay? slow down."

"okay, okay... i know you don't feel the same way, but-"

"how do you know that?"

"why would you? i'm nothing special. i was never popular in school, like you were. you could have anyone. why-"

you lean in, suddenly capturing his lips with yours. this went against everything you stood for. not because it was matty, just because it was cheating. you always swore to yourself you wouldn't stoop to this low, but your boyfriend had plenty of time, so who cares?

matty tenses up for a second, before melting into the kiss. his lips mould to yours, and he lets out a small, almost imperceptible hum of approval. unlike you, he couldn't give less of a fuck about your boyfriend. he hated him, and he was absolutely reeling in the fact that he could treat you better than him.

after a few seconds, you pull away, panting heavily.

"i'm awful," you breathe out, but it's clear that you don't really care all that much, "i'm bloody awful."

matty smiles, cupping your face in both hands and stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs. "so, will you take my advice and leave him now?"

you chuckle, looking down. "i think i will, yeah."