Matty Healy Imagines

Confessions Of A Snuggly Rockstar's Girlfriend

Word Count: 1,095
Summary: "Can you just make a snuggles imagine? One where Matty's the little spoon?" Super super sweet adorable fic right here xx

If there is one thing the world does not tell you about rock stars, it is this: rock stars need their snuggles.

People always think that, because of their stage persona, most rock stars would be turned off by the idea. They think oh, they are bad boys, they hardly need to be cuddled, they would probably loathe that! It would ruin their image! It is a pity, really, that they willingly let their ignorance shut them off from one of the closest encounters with divinity you have ever experienced. But, you suppose, their ignorance is what brings you here in bed with your own rock star, petting his curls with Frank Sinatra playing softly in the background and setting a peaceful mood. His happy, comfortable nature beside you is all thanks to the belief in the lie, the stage persona. If the world truly knew how cuddly and dependent on those cuddles Matty Healy of The 1975 is, you are sure you would have a lot more competition than you do already in being his girlfriend. You do not even want to know what knowledge of him liking to be the little spoon would do to you.

Snuggles with Matty come on any given day. That is another falsehood believed by fans and fangirls alike. Rock stars do not need their snuggles and cuddles only when they are sad. In fact, Matty does not often seek cuddles when he is sad. Those nights you find yourself more in the role of caretaker, providing him tea and letting him pour his heart out to you. Yes, the boy every now and then drops his bad boy persona and becomes more vulnerable than a baby bird out of its nest. It happens more often than others would think.

But, like mentioned, snuggles with Matty come on any given day, in any given situation. One time, Matty snuggled with you purely because the band sold out a major gig and he wanted to celebrate, but was too knackered from the day to go out and have a proper party for it. He sat in your lap, lit a cigarette, and cuddled into you as you kissed him softly and peppered words of praise here and there. He likes those nights, when it is a celebratory cuddle. He says it is the best reward, almost like a gift to himself. You pride yourself on that. Your cuddles are gifts to your boyfriend. The world would gasp and chide you on being full of yourself, but you quite enjoy the thought. Besides, you can be full of yourself every now and then. You're Matty Healy's girlfriend, for crying out loud. He is full of himself loads of times. Though, most of those times are not when he's loaded up in your embrace. No, those times usually consist of a more tender Matty. Being in your arms tames that silly beast right in its tracks.

Your favorite time for cuddles and snuggles is when Matty is exhausted, much like he is today. When the sleep is in his eyes and his body accepts that it is as much of a limp noodle as it appears, he is the best to cuddle. He curls up to you much like a cat, appreciating your warmth and protection. He favors soft music like Sinatra because it allows him to fully relax, something he needs in order to properly go to sleep. In your arms, so settled down and content, he will often fall into a deep sleep that leaves him breathing calmly against you, being truly the softest of boys. You love your soft, kitten-like boy. You love that only you get to see him this way. Well, excluding George. You hardly wish to dive into the reasons why you feel like he steals a lot of potential cuddles away from you with his big build and close relationship with Matty. The world never tells you to beware the rock star's best friend. There is no warning attached telling of the amount of cuddles he will steal away. Then again, you suppose not every rock star has a goofy and very soft best friend to go along with him.

George Daniel cannot take one thing away from you in the cuddle department, though. He cannot, no matter how hard he tries, get the words of adoration whispered to you as your sleepy Matty falls closer and closer to sleep. He does not get to hear Matty saying how beautiful you are, or how he loves the way your hair always smells like strawberries, or how glad he is to be with someone as soft and kind as you. No one gets to hear that. It is only you, and you like it that way. You like that Matty's senseless ramblings while situated against your chest are your little personal secret, because while rock stars need their snuggles, you need their love during those snuggles just as much. You cherish these moments and utterances confessed trustingly from the heart. They are what keep you going and make the times when your arms fall asleep, or Matty starts softly snoring, or he drools a little bit, worthwhile. They remind you what it is all about.

So, when your snuggly rock star curls up into your embrace and with a goofy smile tells you he loves you, you kiss his cheek, bring him closer, and let him know you love him right back. Rock stars need that love. Soft boys who perform need the adoration that does not come with a swift plea to have their babies. They need the promise that, no matter what, they are loved and have arms to come home to decompress in. You are incredibly happy to be that for your curly-haired rock star. You tell him that as his eyes flutter shut, signalling his journey into sleep is almost complete. He meets the words with a smile, the soft kind that makes your heart swell and confirms that this is no bad boy in your arms, only the sweet man you are so lucky to have known that resides beneath that exterior. He tells you he loves you once more, and then he is out cold.

Rock stars need their snuggles, their cuddles, their little-spooning, and assurance that they have someone there for them. Most of all, rock stars need to be told they are loved. You are committed to making sure that this one in your arms will always know that he is, more than he ever could know.