Matty Healy Imagines

Haunt

Word Count: 2,667
Warnings: Miscarriage
Summary: A tough event turns your life with Matty upside down.

It was all set out to be perfect.

It started out perfectly imperfect. On a random day after a random month of simply relaxing and enjoying your life with your boyfriend Matty, you found out the big news. You were pregnant. Though he was shocked beyond belief given that you two had been safe, Matty was incredibly supportive and oddly very excited about the prospect of him becoming a father. The man who hated the idea of children stood before you singing their praises, enthralled by the idea of actually being able to pass down wisdom to a younger human, the next generation, the future. His future.

You could still remember the night Matty went into the studio and told the band as the crew. He came back absolutely hammered, giggling and rambling on to you about how truly gleeful he was to be a dad. He explained through a bit of stumbling and slurring that the boys were just as gleeful, hence them dragging him out of the studio to a bar and buying him drinks until he could barely see straight. Sloppy kisses were pressed to your face as you laid down at his side on the bed. Sloppier ones were placed delicately to your stomach, followed by drunken whispers letting your baby know even at its tiny age that it is and forever will be so loved.

And it was loved. All the way to the end.

He was at the studio when you gave him the call. Panicked, pleading him to come home. Something was not right. It was not supposed to happen like this. The line fell dead without a word spoken by your boyfriend. He left the studio in the same fashion, not even telling the boys what was wrong, just knowing he had to get to you. Fifteen minutes of dodging cars and nearly running through red lights later, and he approached the house to the sight of paramedics. His heart stopped, and his hands grew clammy. As soon as they brought you, a crying mess at this point, out of the house on a stretcher, he jumped to your side. Mutual panic met through the exchange of glances between you. Still, Matty held your hand tight and promised you what he had promised the day the test came up positive.

"It will all be alright."

An hour later, it felt as if it never could be alright. So fast, so fragile your baby's life had come and left this world. Not even big enough for you two to have heard its heartbeat, yet big enough to make you feel like the world was crashing down around you without it. It's a tragedy in the cruelest of fashions. Matty held your hand at your bedside and cried with you, sometimes breaking out into full sobs that shook the hospital bed. You wondered who was taking it harder - you or him. As he stepped out to smoke, his shaking legs barely carrying him forward, you firmly believed it was him.

Jamie and the rest of the band found out two hours later, when it felt as if all of the tears in the world could not fill the aching gap in your heart. Matty called them, his voice dull as the grief had turned into numbness. Within thirty minutes of the phone call, the lot of them were there in your room, their girlfriends in tow to give you support. You hugged them tight to you, their soft eyes unable to imagine the grief you were feeling yet pleading to help in some way. Jamie, Ross, and Adam brought Matty in one by one for an embrace, and later did the same for you. George, tears falling unapologetic down his face, held Matty to him and sobbed into the crook of his neck. The sight of his best friend, practically his brother, looking so robbed and shaken killed him. Matty buried his head into George's chest. You looked to the two with your own tear-filled eyes. The man Matty often referred to as his rock was reduced to a puddle of tears. It truly felt like nothing good would ever happen again.

The next morning, George, who had stayed the night with his girlfriend to watch over the two of you as you grieved, drove you both home. Large yet silent hugs were given by the couple before they drove off, promising to come over if you needed support or help. Matty thanked them for you and ushered you inside. What had been a horror scene hours before, now stood nearly spotless. A note on the kitchen counter explained that the boys had gone through and done so as a way to help. Kind words and love-filled remarks ended the note. Matty folded it up and shoved it into his pocket to keep safe. You thanked him for it.