Matty Healy Imagines

Boys

Word Count: 1,711
Summary: "The boys are stopped at a hotel during their summer tour and decide to take a dip into the pool to cool off. Matty gets extremely jealous over G checking out his girl in her new swimsuit that she got from the agency she photographed for recently. He goes as far as to separate them from laying together on the patio chair and demand that she stop dressing like a 'slag' and go change into something more appropriate and for G to stop being so comfortable with HIS girl."

Though Matty was your eventual boyfriend, the first member of The 1975 you grew close to in the beginning was George. You had been on the set of one of your modeling shoots, and it just so happened that he was around to visit a friend of his within your agency. His goofy, friendly personality was not unlike your own, so when he started making small talk with you to kill the time waiting for his friend to be finished, you clicked instantly. It was not until after days of back-and-forth texts, and a few get-togethers for coffee, that he introduced you to Matty. The connection there had been so strong, so intense, that it sealed George in as being merely your friend, your partner in crime. You and George never forgot, however, the way you seemed to click as well. It merely fell to the back of your respective minds, never to be brought up again out of respect for what was between you and Matty.

Until, one summer in the middle of touring. In the literal heat of the season, the band had booked themselves playing a row of dates in Florida. They intended on doing such so that they could possibly spend some time at the beach, or perhaps get a few rays in by the pool. Given the fact that most of their dates were in big cities, they decided for the more private option of pool lounging.

After a round of pulling straws, it was decided that Matty would be the one to grab drinks, Adam to supply the food, and you to help the others set up a row of lounge chairs and tables on the pool deck in a close enough grouping to converse. Such a task did not take long for you, George, and Ross, and before you knew it, all was ready. It was a good time in the making. You needed to, however, hurry up to your hotel room and change into your bathing suit before you could partake in any of the festivities. Excusing yourself from the boys, you ran upstairs to remedy the situation.

It took a little bit of rummaging through the scattered piles of clothing you and Matty both shared the blame for, but eventually you found your suit. You had showed it off last night to Matty, with lots of approval from him. It was a gift from the small agency you had shot for the day before along the coast in Jacksonville. It was a black bikini, with its top tied once around the neck and then, after crossing in the front, tied again around your mid-back so that it created triangle cutouts in the front. You adored it, not just for the way it made you look, but for how comfortable it was to wear. Putting on a white cardigan cover-up and matching white flip-flops, you made your way back down to the pool party.

Upon arriving, Matty still was nowhere to be found. You did notice however that Adam was back, as a whole platter of sandwiches sat displayed ready to take on a table in the middle of the chairs. Your hungry stomach had you nearly diving into them. You praised Adam profusely before taking a bite into a chicken one, letting out a content sigh after doing so. In your frenzy, you neglected to notice how all eyes seemed to turn to look at you, especially those belonging to your partner in crime, George. He was struggling to look away, truly enamoured with the way you looked. You barely noticed him, until you heard a familiar voice clear his throat and tell everyone to fuck off. Turning around, you smiled as Matty appeared, a bag of drinks in his hand.

"Hey Matty!" you greeted, but Matty did not seem to register it. Instead, his eyes were on George, who had still yet to 'fuck off' like Matty instructed. His eyes were all too focused on you, especially as your cover-up laid untied and revealing of your swimsuit. You blushed and bit your lip as realization set in. Sensing Matty was going to flip out any second, you quickly tied it back up and went up to him to give him a peck on the lips. It did little to calm him, but it did give George a chance to look away and go on with his business. By the time the kiss ended, his eyes were fully focused on the more appropriate subject matter of his sandwich. Matty grumbled.