Matty Healy Imagines

With My Friends

Word Count: 1,906
Summary: "I need a part 2 to the "Back Of My Van" imagine, when they start officially dating and Matty shows her off and stuff and it's super fluffy!"

You had come a long way since laying down with Matty in the back of his van.

The very next day, slightly hungover but still riding the high of being with Matty, you woke up and did the first thing you could think of: dial the blonde-haired boy's number. You could barely remember his name. Henry? Harry? Hardy? It was something forgettable with an H. Trying to sound as sweet as you could, you told him that unfortunately the date would have to be broken, and that you had a previous commitment you wished to keep. Sure, it was far from a true statement, but blondie was sweet. You didn't want to hurt his feelings and make him think it was something he did wrong that cost him you. It wasn't his fault you couldn't keep it in your pants around Matty the night before. Some things simply happen out of one's control. He thankfully understood.

That night, you met up with Matty at the nearby park and talked. You talked about anything the boy's mind would entertain, from the boy he went on roadtrips alongside to how he felt after the previous night. It was effortless, and warm. With each passing moment, you found yourself even more drawn to Matty than before. Something about the kid, his dark blackish-brown hair and his chocolatey eyes, drew you to him. He made ditching blondie worth it. His lips against yours did the trick, as well.

Three days worth of these meetings culminated in one final meeting. It took place on the swings, Matty lacing his hand in yours to keep you moving in time. Conversation was sparse that day. Matty seemed on edge. Had he not had his hand so tightly in yours, you would have thought him mad at you. You sent a frown his way, and were met with his eyes, boring their way into yours.

"Is everything alright?"

The boy let out a long, unsure breath. "Yes." It was as if he was trying to convince himself, the way he spoke. You wished to give him a hug, but feared his reaction. The boy looked like he could snap at any moment. Instead, you squeezed at his hand. He sighed.

"Look, {Y/N}, I...I'm not sure how to say this." Fear pooled into your stomach. The horror you would feel if he turned you down this early on would be dreadful for sure. He couldn't possibly be wanting out now, not this soon. He barely was with you. All you did was fuck. Had he had any issue with that, he would have stated it on the first night after it. You bit your lip to distract yourself from the what ifs. Matty's eyes flickered down to it briefly before returning back to your eyes.

"I...I think you are beautiful. I know I told you this that first night in my van, but I wanted to say it again...and let you know that I truly mean it," he spoke, barely audible even mere feet away. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since then. You've changed me...and I know that that sounds mental and honestly borderline creepy, but it's honest. It's raw and emotional and true. Just like my feelings for you. Fuck...will you be my girlfriend, {Y/N}?"

Hearing him say the words was incredible. Glorious, even. You felt like you were out of his league and just a fuck buddy before, but now? Now he wished to be your boyfriend. He wanted to date you, bring you around at his hip, kiss you whenever, fall in love with you. You. You barely remembered to speak and agree to his words, you were so shaken. When you did however, Matty's face lit up. You received in that moment the first real, true, loving kiss from Matty's lips. It was the most intense feeling.

"I want to show you to my friends."

You blinked. You did not expect that. "Your friends?"

"J-Just three of them," he explained, as if he could already sense your apprehension. "They're really nice, don't worry. Besides, you said before that some of them are in classes with you! It shouldn't be too bad seeing them again, yeah? I don't think they're that shitty of students."