Matty Healy Imagines

Developments

Word Count: 1,249
Summary: 2012. Matty and George are prepping to go on their first big tour with the band. You walk in, and find that your two humble boys from Manchester are suddenly transformed into two rockstars, and it all hits you fast.

"What's with the new looks?"

Stood in the middle of the room next to his bed were Matty and his friend George, the taller of the two almost blocking him with his height. They were just about to head off on their first ever tour as a band, their friends Adam and Ross tagging along to cover a bunch of new cities and wow crowds at larger venues with their fantastic music. You were excited for them, nearly tackling Matty with kisses and buying the entire group shots to celebrate. However, you were not so excited about a few developments that this tour brought, all of them having to do with appearance.

The first development you noticed, which was quite hard not to, was the lack of hair on either side of Matty's head. What used to be smooth and silky hair was now shaved, bristley unless part of the sort of mohawk he had going. That, you felt, was a lot to take in. You loved running your hand through his hair. No longer having as much of it to do so? Well, that felt downright unfair.

The next development was along the same front. George's hair, which used to be a chocolate brown and long, was now cut short, bleached, and tinged an orange-yellow color that, though it looked good on him, made him look not like your George. The boy who messed up your hair and told you silly jokes to make you laugh when Matty was busy now looked like a man, a rockstar. Not bad, but so different. You frowned at it.

"We figured we should look the part if we're going to be touring like rockstars," he told you, a bright, lopsided grin forming on that face you loved so much. "Like it? G shaved the sides for me, and a girl he's seeing now dyed his hair for him. We look cool, right?"

So many questions, so little time and ability to ask them. George had never mentioned to you about a girl, and he always told you stuff like that. Matty promised he'd never give up his hair, and yet there he stood with half of it gone. You barely knew what to say. Choosing not to bruise his ego quite yet, you instead turn your attention to the clothing that adorned both boys. Little did you know, that too brought on a load of questions.

George's outfit simply was different. Instead of the denim and bundled-up clothing he wore, he had on and packed a plethora of tank tops, t-shirts, and vests to accompany jeans. Like you thought, it wasn't bad, just different. Matty on the other hand...well, he was out of his mind. Not that what he chose was bad, but...well...it was yours. Or most of it was, anyways. On him was your old, slightly ripped t-shirt from your first concert you went to, a Bruce Springsteen one that held loads of memories. In his luggage, you noticed a bunch more of these types of shirts, followed up with tanks and even pairs of your jeans. Of what he packed, perhaps forty percent of it was his. You shook your head at him.

"And just what do you think you're doing with my clothes? Were you even going to ask me if you could take them?"

"I-"

"Who even are you?" You asked, your eyes narrowing. "Both of you. This...this is all too much."

Just as you are about to head out, having already stomped your way to the front door of Matty's place, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Expecting Matty, you tossed it off and grumbled some random curse word his way. You soon realized as a soft and deep voice spoke that it was instead his best friend. You sent an apologetic look his way. George, as always, understood.

"We're sorry," he said, quiet. "Both of us are. I swear Matty meant no ill intent by any of this. If you go and talk to him, I'm sure he'd be willing to explain."

You stared down at your feet. "I don't know if I want to go talk to him."

"{Y/N}, look at me." You followed his instructions, those familiar brown eyes staring into yours. "We may look different and dress different, but...we're still the same guys. We know you, we love you. All that changes is our venues and amount of shows. Please, don't think you're losing us, because we don't want to ever lose you."

Smiling, you leaped forward and wrapped your arms around George's torso, giving him a huge hug. The familiarity of his arms around you made his words sound genuine as they coursed through your mind. Perhaps you were overreacting from so much change. Change could be a good thing. Change was bringing the boys into living their dreams. Maybe you should embrace it. Pulling away, you walked back into the room you had left Matty and made that decision. He sat, worried, on the bed with his hands fiddling with one of your old shirts. Hearing your footsteps enter, he looked up.

"{Y/N}, I-"

"Shush," you cut him off, holding up your hand. He obeyed, but you could see his eyes wonder why he had to. You moved inside and went to sit beside him on the bed. You reached for his hand, taking it into yours on his lap like you always did when you talked seriously. You let out a deep breath.

"I'm not mad at you. God, Matty, I don't think I ever could be," you said with a laugh. "I don't care about you changing your hair, or taking my clothes. Though, I am going to miss the extra hair." Matty smiled softly. "I just...I got scared, because everything's changing so quickly, and you didn't tell me about any of this, and well...I'm afraid that when you all get big, I'll be left in the dust. I'll turn on the telly and find out we broke up before I even hear word from you."

"You know that I'd never."

You sighed. "I know. But I'm still afraid."

"We'll never shut you out like that," whispered Matty, his hand gently squeezing yours. "We won't forget you, either. Hell, I'm bringing so many of your clothes because...because I'm utterly terrified at the way I'm going to feel being away from you for so long. I know being able to find your smell...as weird as that sounds...well, it'll make me feel better. It'll feel as if you are by my side. I'm just as scared as you, love. But, if we're willing to put a little effort into it, I think this could be the start of a wonderful new part of our lives. Bigger gigs, more money, more dazzling places I can take you to...hell, we could go to Paris! How cool is that? We've always wanted to go there."

Nodding, you shot him a smile. "We have."

"Life is going to get wonderful after this," he swore, kissing your cheek. "I know it. I can't wait to have you by my side along the way."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't wait to watch you all achieve your dreams."

"I love you."

Smiling, you reached and ruffled up what hair he still had left. "I love you too, baldy."

"I am not bald!"

You giggled. "Sure, Matty."

And with that, you ended the conversation, and started the new era off, with a kiss.