Matty Healy Imagines

By Your Side

Word Count: 1,659
Summary: "I saw your ask about By Your Side and was wondering if you could write a prompt based around the lyrics? Matty's girl is feeling very insecure and inferior and she's scared of Matty leaving her as he and the band grows more famous. Maybe she's on her knees crying and begging him not to leave her after a fight. Something sad turned sweet with loving Matty."

You entered Matty's world in 2012.

A pretty face who fell in love with another and somehow clicked. Matty fell hard for you, treating you to only the best because he would not allow any less for you. He loved everything about you, from your hair to your gentle eyes, to the way your voice carried in the air and your breath felt on his lips. You loved everything about him as well. You grew drunk off of his loving gaze, off of how sweet he made sure to be to you, off the way his hair fell into his face. When you began to fall in love with Matty, you thought nothing could ever quell the intense feelings you both shared.

Then, Matty's band took off.

A hit about drugs disguised by the simple lure of chocolate. You had bets on his other songs taking off, but you were proud nonetheless of their success. You congratulated Matty, had a rather intimate celebration with him in his bed, and felt just as on top of the world as they did. But then, Matty grew busy, and the success started to wear on you. Not so much at first, though. The smaller performances were fine, chill even. They put Matty in a cheerful mood, and you were happy to see him as such.

It was the fact of the bigger performances, the extended tours, that you hated. You hated not having him always by your side in bed, not waking up to his sleepy face and getting to push the hair out of his eyes as he slowly woke up to take on the world. It hurt. It made you want to scream, cry, pull your hair out even. You missed Matty, body and soul, and he could barely stop to see that. Sure, you still held nights where you fell asleep at his side while he twirled his fingers through your hair, and mornings where he woke you up by kissing your cheek, but most mornings he was gone before you woke, or working as you fell asleep. You longed for things to return back the way they were before they got busy, before Matty always had to be doing something. As much as it hurt you to say it, you almost wished he had never gotten famous.

The first time he was photographed with a girl other than you pained you to your core. She was a friend of the band, he told you. A pretty brunette with a slender body and eyes that shimmered in any light. She was gorgeous - not even your jealousy could make that fact go away. Seeing her made you wonder why Matty hadn't gotten with someone like that yet, why he was still holding on to you. While your heart told you that he loved you, your mind suggested it was because a scandal this early on in his career would be detrimental. You let the situation slide, holding your tongue.

But then, another girl was pictured, this time with the prettiest maroon hair you have ever seen and legs that would drop any man's jaw. She was all over Matty at a bar, and he looked plastered. You thought about slapping him when you saw him next, mostly out of spite and to get back at him for touching another girl far more than he had touched you in the passing weeks. But you loved him so much, you couldn't bear to see him hurt. So, you let this one pass as well.

That was when the Taylor Swift rumors began. They were silly and you knew they were silly, but suddenly you were forgotten by the media. Even some sites called off your relationship, saying some made up nonsense about you breaking up with him. These rumors were the final straw. The next time you saw Matty enter through your flat's door, you did not give him your usual greeting. You did not throw your arms around him and kiss his cheek. No, you walked up to him and crossed your arms, positively scowling. Matty looked back at you confused. As if he didn't know.