Matty Healy Imagines

A Pointless Argument

Word Count: 1,468
Summary: You and Matty get into a bad argument. However, not even the harsh words spoken can keep you two apart for long.

It began as a silly argument, really.

You were curious about Matty's plans for the next day, the day before he was going to fly off and hit another seemingly endless touring schedule with the guys. It was an innocent question, not meant to cause any harm. You merely wanted to make plans and get a picture for what was to come that day. However, your innocent question fell on stressed and very strained ears at perhaps the worst moment it could have.

From the moment he woke up, Matty had been bombarded with chatter about leaving. First, Jamie sending him way too many emails about flight info and what to pack (as if he did not already know having toured so much). Next, their equipment manager calling and telling Matty about an issue he truthfully could not fix over the phone, if at all. Rounding out the chatter were even more emails from Jamie, this time sending hotel info, making Matty nearly throw himself off the nearest cliff because why must he receive the info for every single room when he can simply take his and be just as well off? Furious, frustrated, and unsociable, he was no one to talk to. Yet, you spoke in his direction, mentioning the one thing he hardly wished to talk about: plans.

"Can you get off my arse about that?" he barked, tossing himself onto the nearest couch. Your eyes widened at his tone. He never spoke to you that way, not even when drunk, and he looked far too sober to your eyes. So, you prodded forward to see what was really going on.

"I-I just wanted to see what you wanted to do, I'm sorry if it is a bad time-"

"Just drop it!" Matty groaned and threw his hands up in his hair. He only did that when he was really angry. It terrified you. "Fuck, I don't wanna' be bothered by your fuckin' plans, {Y/N}! Just leave me alone!"

"Matty-"

"Shut it!"

"Stop being such a prick!" The outburst from you stopped Matty in his tracks. Looking to you, he appeared like a deer in headlights. "I'm sorry that I am trying to decide the plans for our final day together before you go all off for months on end leaving me here alone and miserable-"

"Oh don't you dare start pinning that on me, you know I would stay if I could-"

"You've been so distracted that you haven't even thought about spending time with me during the tour!"

"Bullshit!"

"Is it? Or are you just trying to get around talking about it again? Huh? Are you trying to avoid spending time with me? Am I an inconvenience to your tour?"

"When have I ever said that?"

"You told me to fuck off with my plans only a minute ago!"

"That's it," Matty yelled, throwing himself up from the chair. He stomped over to where his keys were, ignoring the tears in your eyes. You followed his figure towards the door and choked back a sob.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," he barked. "I can't be bothered to listen to this shit."

The door swung open, and closed shut with a bang that shook the entire house. It struck right at your core, punching a hole into your heart. You had never fought like that with Matty. He never had walked out on you, even during your more heated fights. Seeing him leave felt like you had lost him forever. Deep down, you feared you truly had.

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Matty felt like absolute shit. He had the moment he had left the house and heard you break down from all the way outside the door. The guilt hit him so hard that he had gone to the nearest bar, despite it being so early in the day, and drank himself silly. He knew he was wrong. Your question warranted none of what he threw your way, not even remotely so. He had let his frustration and exhaustion turn his anxiety into fiery hatred-filled words he did not mean, and it hurt you. The one person he truly cared about. He loathed himself. Drinking only made him loathe himself more. You deserved so much better than a fuck up like him. He knew it. Hell, everyone on the block probably knew it from how loud you two had been fighting.

Hours at the bar slowly slipped by, making Matty first incredibly drunk and then gradually sober and once again aware of his wrongdoings. The guilt was clearer to him with a clearer mind. He knew he was wrong, he knew exactly why, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. Leaving cash at the bar, he walked home. You were quiet when he returned. Sobs did not meet him upon listening at the door like they had before. Only silence. Turning the key in the door, he gently pushed it open and stepped inside. Most of the lights were off. He nearly stumbled trying to make his way to the living room where he had left you. Part of him wished he had and knocked himself out when he caught sight of you.

Curled up on the couch in his black Gucci hoodie and flannel pajama bottoms sat you, fragile and looking soft as ever. Scattered about the table at your feet were empty mini Ben & Jerry's ice cream cartons. In the midst of them all, tall and proud, stood an opened bottle of wine. It broke his heart to see the aftermath of the storm he caused you. He had never wanted to drive you to that brink, where only alcohol and food could ease the pain. He felt like absolute shit. Hanging his head, he avoided your eyes and made his way towards the bedroom without a word. Matty made it to the doorframe of the shared room when he heard his name called. Turning, he met eyes with your strained, red ones. Again, his heart fell.

"I'm sorry." He frowned immediately and opened his mouth to protest. You should not be the one apologizing at all. Frankly, why he was not on the floor groveling at your feet, pleading to be forgiven for being so horrible to you, was a mystery to even himself. But, you put a finger to your lips, and it silenced him. "I said some really harsh things and went low and I really shouldn't have-"

"No."

Hurrying to meet your side, Matty took the spot next to you and brought your hands into his. He reached up and wiped the tears from your face, kissing away the ones that he missed. "I don't want you apologizing, because it was me that caused this. I was the prat here. I got all upset and threw my emotions on you and you did not deserve that. It's my fault, not yours. I won't entertain any words suggesting it's on anyone but me."

"But-"

"Shush," he murmured while tucking your hair out of your eyes. "It's all on me, and I am going to remedy it. Tomorrow, you and I are spending the whole day together, you hear me? I'm wiping my plans clean. We're going to do whatever you'd like, whether that be to sit in here watching movies or go to the shops and mull about for a bit. Whatever you want, we are doing it. That's final. I'm not going to let you feel lonely again. I feel like shit for even making you feel that way in the first place. God I...I love you, {Y/N}. I'm so sorry I've neglected you and made you feel bad enough to drink."

Tears in your eyes, you moved forward and brought Matty into a big hug. He sighed into it. He was not sure he would ever be able to feel your arms around him again. "I love you too, Matty. So much. I...I don't know what to say other than that and thank you."

"Don't say anything then," he whispered into your ear. "Just stay and let me hold you for a bit. Make this better."

Granting his wish, you did. Matty did not know it, but you had been just as scared to not feel his embrace again as he had been. Feeling him so close felt right, if not comforting. It felt like home. With how much he toured, life felt too short to not spend these little moments in between tours holding each other and enjoying each other's company. You were simply glad Matty finally was on the same page as you about that. You also were glad to have your Matty back. No fight could make the feeling of him coming home to you any less special. You loved your rockstar. And he loved you.