Matthew Healy, George Daniel and 5SOS preferences.

71//Cigarettes// (Matthew) ONE SHOT

The sky became dark as the stars start to appear. The blue quickly change to an orange filled sky. Your lounge had floor to ceiling windows making the sunset that much more beautiful. You grab out your camera and take lots of photos.

"Babe? Can you come here?" Matthew asks, his British accent always got you caught up in his voice, ignoring the words but repeating the sound.

You walk into your room where Matthew lays quietly. His eyes are closed but you know he's awake. You excitingly jump on him

"I know you're awake dick. You just called out to me with your sexy British accent babe." A smile spreads across his face as he grabs you and pulls you down to bed.

"Just come and cuddle me to sleep my love." He says, his arms wrapped around your entire body. You snuggle into his neck and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

The sunset still in full vision as your shared bed faces the windows. Your roof was high, with a beautiful image on the ceiling, flowers in blue and pink with white outlined around them. Matty kisses your neck, leaving love bites.

"I love you." Matty says, looking you right in the eyes. His eyes are so sweet, so mallow and pure, like they've seen a lifetime of suffering but when he looks at you, he is healed. Like you're magic in his hands. You express your feelings too and you both get back to concentrating on the sunset.

Your head in the groove of his neck, fitting perfectly. You reach for your Polaroid and capture this moment forever. Matty reaches out to his table next to his side of the bed and takes out his cigarettes. He gives you a 'do you mind' look and you send a soft smile towards him.

He gets out of bed and walks towards the windows, opening it up and sitting next to it on his smokers chair. His body like a Godess, so lanky and tall but so perfect in your eyes. You grab your Polaroid and take his picture, shaking it until it's fully developed and pinning it to the wall of memories

As he puffs on his cigarette he pushes his hair back. The smoke coming out of his nose. As he finishes his smoke, he walks over to your bed. Positioning himself in the same place as you both were in before he went for a smoke.

The scent of cigarette seeps out of his lips, making it hard for you to breath properly. He turns in to kiss you as you push him back.

"You know I don't like kissing you when you smell like smoke." You say. He smiles. Nods and gets out of bed again and heads to the bathroom, you know exactly what he's doing. Brushing his teeth.

"That's better baby." He's says to you, going in for a kiss. "Now go to sleep." He says playing with your hair. You kiss him again and tell him you love him then you two fall hopelessly asleep in each other's arms.