Band Imagines

*REQUESTED* The 1975 - Matt Healy

Requested by Wattpad user ashtons-bonana

Surprise Encounter 

Y/N

You were best friends with the merch guy for your favourite band The 1975 and after watching the band perform he'd invited you to join him at the after party with the crew and band themselves in a local club. You'd already met and been hit on by a drunken George which you didn't mind because he was hilarious and his pick up lines were lame. You somehow managed to flag down a relatively sober Ross who took him off my hands.

"Are you enjoying the party? Hear you know the merch guy."

You turn to face Adam and smile.

"Yeah we've been friends since high school and he knew I loved the band so dragged me along, although I kind of lost him after the fourth or fifth shot."

Adam laughs but before he can reply someone clears their throat behind him and you both turn around to face a tipsy Matt. Your heart leaps in your chest, he was by far your favourite member and your friend mocked your fangirl crush on him.

"Adam, are you boring this beautiful lady?"

"She's all yours Matt."

Adam bows out and you mouth 'what the hell' earning you a smirk before he disappears into the crowd. Matt leans against the bar trying to wave over the bartender who was flirting with a girl close by. You roll your eyes and push your boobs up before leaning over the counter, you notice Matt's eyes linger on you and you shrug.

"Trust me this will get his attention. This isn't my first rodeo."

The bartender sees you and walks over, Matt shakes his head and smirks before ordering a tray of shots. He divides the shots between the two of you.

"I should have you escort me to every bar if it gets me that kind of service...err it's y/n right?"

You nod unsure how he knows your name but you weren't about to say anything, the Matt Healy knew who you were.

"And you're Matt. Now shall we drink?"

There are eight shots each and he bets he can down them faster than you, little did he know that you could handle your liquor. You finish your eighth shot while he finishes his seventh.

"I win Matt, what's my prize?"

He shakes his head and drinks the final shot before grabbing your hand and starts to lead you to the dance floor. The music changes and people around you start grinding on each other.

"You already have the pleasure of my company so how about we dance? Or whatever the hell these young people are doing."

You laugh, the alcohol in your system loosening you up.

"I think they call it grinding Matt."

"Then grind we shall."

It was safe to say you were both pretty tipsy as you started to grind on each other, never in a million years did you ever think this could ever happen. Not only did you get to meet your idol, but you also got to drink with him and grind on him. After a couple of songs, the two of you get into the flow and Matt's arms snaked around your waist sending a shiver down your spine as he brushes his lips against your ear.

"Let's sit down."

You let him lead you over to some booths and he slides into one before gracefully pulling you onto his lap. He signals a nearby bartender and you roll your eyes, more drinks weren't what either of you needed right now.

"I think you've made this party better y/n. Usually, girls are all over me and I never get to have fun, but you're different and I like that."

"You made this party fun for me Matt, I can now brag about drinking you under the table."

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"That was one-time y/n, don't get cocky love. There will be plenty of times for me to beat you in the future."

He talked like you were going to stick around after tonight. You didn't want to forget tonight or the time you spent with Matt, for the short time you'd gotten to know him you wanted him in your life. The bartender returned with another tray of shots and Matt grinned at you.

"Round two."

You were going to regret the shots in the morning.

"Round two Matt."

It couldn't be that hard to beat him a second time. And like he said you'd be doing it in the future. Maybe you could let him have this round just to make him feel good about himself. Scrap that you are a very competitive person so no way were you letting your new friend beat you no matter how famous he was.