matty healy imagines

waiting for their own // gatty (george and matty)

🌸 via polished07 on ao3 !!

🌻 i hope this makes up for my lack of imagines and soz I haven't been updating !!

Matty stretched his legs out in front of him as he sat on the living room couch, his socked feet resting comfortably on the padded ottoman. On his lap was a plate of the dinner he had picked up not even an hour ago, some pizza from a neighborhood restaurant. He rested the dish on his legs as he reached for the TV remote.

"Is there anything that's on at eight on a Wednesday?" George asked as he plopped down next to Matty on the couch. He toed off his work shoes once he sat, the shiny brown dress shoes clonking onto their living room rug.

Matty started clicking through channels, his face blank as he looked for something vaguely interesting. "Not that I know of."

George munched on his pizza, watching the TV screen flash before him. "Oh, wait, go back to that! I haven't seen that show in ages."

Matty flicked back through a few channels, coming to rest on an older TV show that was probably on its hundredth rerun. He set the remote down and picked up his pizza.

They ate in silence, not really paying attention to the TV. Matty knew where his thoughts were, but he wondered what George would think once he made them known. He was a little nervous, but he knew George would never be angry at him for this. There was a possibility that he would be surprised, but Matty held onto the hope that they may feel the same way.

Once the TV episode ended and the next show started, an odd one that neither of them had heard of before, Matty turned off the TV. Their dirty plates lay discarded next to them on the sofa and the empty pizza box on the table in front of them. During the show the two of them had slowly migrated into a more comfortable position and now were snuggled close together on the couch.

"Tell me about your day, love," Matty said, his fingertips resting on his husband's chest. "How did the conference call go?"

George sighed tiredly, and filled in Matty on the bits about his day. Of course, by now this was routine, but neither of them were tired of hearing about each other's day, despite how they spent time talking about it every evening. When George finished, he asked Matty about his own.

"I spent some time with Louis after I picked him up from school," he said, shrugging. Louis, his younger brother, was almost finished with school. "Nothing of that much importance."

"Did you work on your draft at all?" George asked.

Matty shrugged again. He knew that draft was due by Monday morning for the news company he worked for, but he barely had half of it finished. "I had other things on my mind."

George cocked his head, getting an angle to see Matty's face which rested on his chest. "Other things?"

Matty bit his lip. He knew he was bad at hiding things from people, but he didn't know George would be able to get it out of him so quickly. Despite his own lack of desire to tell his husband what had been brewing in his mind, he felt George's gaze on him and knew he couldn't hide it for much longer. "We can talk about it later, love," he prompted in attempt to shrug off the concept as if it wasn't important.

George sat up a bit straighter, judging his husband's emotions. "Tell me, darling."

Matty sighed. "Well, I was thinking, I don't know. It was just an idea..."

"What, Matty?"

"Do you remember last week? When we went shopping to get a birthday present for Ross?"