Matty Healy Imagines

Writing Down My Love For You

Word Count: 1,527
Summary: "Could I request something where maybe Matty sees you writing and he gets all nosy and it's just fluff and such? Thank you!!"

"It's a beautiful thing, writing."

Startling you from your laptop, you looked up to see Matty. Fresh from a shower, he was dressed in a soft red sweater and black pants, with his hair going every which way untamed. He walked forward to join you on the couch you sat upon, folding his legs so that he did not disturb your slightly outstretched stance on it. You sat, quiet, waiting for him to explain himself to you elaborately like he always did.

"We get to put our entire mind on paper, dumping emotions and dreams out there for all to see and admire. It's such a sacred form of catharsis."

"Want to speak to me in the King's English, please?"

"I really, really want to know what you are writing."

There it was. Shutting your laptop, you shook your head at the scraggly boy before you and put the device to your side. "It's not for you to know, silly."

Matty frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together. "But why not? You know I love writing! You know I love your writing, especially."

"Perhaps it's not intended for you to see this time."

"Well that's no fun then," he grumbled, and you noticed that the way he folded his arms across his chest made him look childlike. It caused you to giggle and shake your head again.

"Matty, believe me. You'll see it when the right time comes."

He pouted. If it wasn't so important that he not see it until the perfect time, you would have definitely shown him right then and there. His hazel-brown eyes looked positively beautiful, enticing much in the way a small puppy's eyes were when it begged. His pouting lips made him appear positively kissable. You wanted nothing more than to lean in and do so, but you knew that as soon as you did, Matty's hand would be reaching for your laptop and trying to figure out your secret. You knew him better than to let him do that.

"You would think that you would show everything to your fiance."

You pursed your lips. "Matty, I'd tell you anything, and you know that. Can't you just let me give you a surprise with this one?"

"How long will I have to wait?"

Shaking your head, you pushed at his arm, playfully to keep him from worrying. "Not too long, babe. Trust me. It will be so worth the wait, though. You'll see."

This was enough for Matty. The boy with the all-too-long sleeves and fluffy appearance seemed defeated, stuck wondering for a little while longer about whatever you were writing, kept in secret. It was a bit of a taste of his own medicine, you supposed. When he wrote, he hardly showed you, especially when it was for the band. That stuff he kept very secret, locked away on his laptop and only allowed to be seen by those in the band and Jamie. It often made you jealous, so to see Matty in the same position was a bit of payback. Besides, you always showed your stuff to him. You earned one secret. Given how big of a secret document as it was, you really felt justified. He would understand later.

Six months later, in a gorgeous hall decorated with white flowers and adorned with more diamonds and white fabric than you thought possible to fit into one room, hundreds of friends and family sat gathered. It was the day of your wedding to Matty. He stood at the front of the hall, at the end of the long satin walkway laid down especially for you. He was dressed in all black and white, accompanied to his left with the three boys he was most close to, them also dressed in black and white. Your bridesmaids stood waiting as well, beautifully stunning in black and white gowns. All that was left was your walk down the aisle. When you did make it, a beautiful set of music played. You swore you saw tears in Matty's eyes.

The ceremony went smoothly. The officiant cracked jokes, keeping the ceremony light and fun. Matty never looked away from you, his eyes watching you as if you were all that was keeping him tethered to Earth. By the time vows came, he only pulled his eyes away for a second. Of course, that second was just to grab a microphone and see if Hann, who had grabbed a guitar he had sitting by, was prepared to perform. Matty, the doll he was, sang his vows to you in the form of a beautiful song that swept you off your feet and pushed you to tears. The writing, as always, was beautiful. Matty would never cease to inspire you with his words. Little did he know as the song came to a close and your turn came, that Matty was not the only one with something heartfeltly written to say.

"I-I can't sing, so I'll save you that," you giggled, pulling out a slip of paper hidden in your dress, "but I did write a little something. You might remember it as the thing I refused to let you see for nearly half a year." Matty's eyes lit up, and realization brought an even warmer smile to his face than he had had for you before. Reaching to take his hand, you cleared your throat and looked down at the paper.

"They say that life comes at you fast, and oh boy are they ever right.
I remember the first day we met, on that sweet and chilly December night.
You asked me for a lighter, begging to me with your chocolatey brown and breathtaking eyes.
I accepted, to no one's surprise.

One action, one movement ever so innocent,
Led to a love so pure, so fantastic and so magnificent.
There's something to be said for the unequivocal desire that we both share.
It has grown and blossomed over the years, and turned into something beautiful of which no other love story could ever compare.

Matthew Timothy, the man of my dreams.
I know that it sounds corny to say that we were meant to be, but I cannot deny that that is simply how it seems.
You are my missing puzzle piece, the boy I go to when things turn south.
You never rest until I am okay again, bringing me into your arms and pressing the gentlest kisses to my mouth.

Normal vows say for us to always love each other, for us to be together through sickness and health.
To be there for the good times and the bad times, and through poorness or wealth.
The thing is, I feel as if we already have promised those all with unspoken speech.
Those words don't cover all the things we haven't yet mentioned, and have a far too shallow reach.

So I'll say this to you, on what I am positive is the best day of my life.
There is nothing that will make me more gleeful, more fully satisfied, than getting to be your wife.

I promise to rub your back when you are hunched over and writing,
And let you freak out to me while barely speaking English, because even though it is hard to understand you, I still know it is about something you found exciting.
I promise to also let you split your time,
Because even though I worry about you going off places and not being around, I still know deep in my heart that nothing can stop you from coming home and loving what you can call 'mine'.

I promise to let Allen sleep on my side of the bed sometimes, giving you some room.
I can't promise he will always stay there, but I'd try anything for my groom.
I promise to only rarely bitch about the way our apartment always seems to smell like weed.
With how bad that smell can be, you know that that promise is filled with love indeed.

Lastly Matthew, I promise to never end a day shared with you without telling you that I care.
Because while we may both be here and alive now, one day we both won't able to be there.
I want you on your dying day to be able to say that you lived a loved and happy life.
One that would not have been the same, had I not become your beloved wife."

Pausing to wipe your eye, you looked to Matty's now tear-filled face and smiled. "I love you so much, Matty. I always will."

Pulling you by the hand and bringing you close, you suddenly found yourself embraced flesh against Matty, his hands holding you ever-so-tightly to him.

"That is my new favorite piece of writing," he whispered, snuggling into the crook of your neck. "I'm so thankful you made it a surprise."

You rubbed his back. "Told you it would be worth waiting for."

"I love you so much, {Y/N}. So fucking much."

"I love you too, Matty."

"Think we should pull away and finish getting married already?"

Giggling, you nodded against him. "Yeah, we probably should."

And thus, you happily did.