Matty Healy Imagines

Pancakes

Word Count: 2,230
Summary: On a night where the band is drunk and stir crazy from tour, Matty gets a craving for pancakes that leads to more mischief than anyone could have anticipated.

Touring with the boys, you were bound to experience some pretty wild shit.

It was a given. Putting together four boys who had known each other for nearly fourteen years, their best friend saxophone player, and their lead singer's girlfriend into a bus for weeks on end was a recipe for chaos. A matter not of 'if' but 'when' it would occur. You joined with this fully known and accepted. And you were excited for anything that came your way.

'Anything' came your way about a week into the tour, when everyone was starting to get a bit stir crazy, but still was excited enough to not channel it into slumming it in the bus in exhaustion. Patron, Gin, and wine sat laid out across every counter surface. One of Drake's more rap heavy songs was playing loudly from portable speakers, just barely audible over the horrid and comical stylings of the very drunk duo of Matty and George. As they tried and failed to rap, Ross and John sat near the kitchen area and did shots, as many of them as they could do to drive them to the point where the boys were not as annoying as they seemed. Adam sat between them and the drunken idiots, desperately trying to tune his guitar, but laughing at the boys when their voices grew ghastly. You sat nearby Jamie, who was shaking his head the whole time and probably questioning how he became the manager of a group of wild idiots like these, looking like a properly embarrassed parent. On any other night, you would have joined right alongside him in his embarrassment. However, on this one, you were sleep deprived and laying on your couch, with way too much tequila in your belly and your boyfriend now attempting to dance along to Drake's newest single. How could you not laugh at that?

The giggles continued as Matty and George consumed even more alcohol and became even bigger Drake fans. You nearly laughed until your sides began to hurt as the boys resorted to dancing in each other's arms as a means to keep the other from losing their shaky balance and falling over. They looked like a proper couple, even more so than you and Matty, and that was hilarious to you in your slightly less drunken state. You nearly began a chant for them to kiss when Matty, after reaching to take a swig from the bottle nearest him and scrunching up his face from the taste, began yelling.

"HEY! HEY, SHUT UP, 'M TALKING! S-SHUUUSH!"

Matty waited for the world to stop before going on - George shut off the music, Adam set his guitar aside, Ross and John...well, they continued to drink, just more quietly, and Jamie merely looked up from behind the hand that had been shielding his eyes to the ordeal to gaze at his very crazy partner-in-crime. You sat up, legs crossed and eyes as attentive as they could be. Matty giggled to himself, and then began to finally speak.

"I've gotta' 'nnouncement to share with you." He grinned at everyone, leaning his hand on George to steady himself. "I'm," he spoke, pausing to burp to the laughter of John and Ross, "hungry."

"Fucking hell, that's what you stopped us for?" George grumbled, moving away so that Matty had to scramble to not fall. "Make some damn noodles or something, don't...don't go stopping the party."

"Ya' don't understand," he pouted, stumbling over to sit by you and curl up like a small child, "I don't wanna' make noodles. I...I want to go out and eat." You pet his hair, offering up comfort in this trying time of his.

"Well here's the thing Matthew," Jamie cut in opposite you, earning a small raise of the head from Matty, "we can go out, but it's nearly three in the morning. The only places that would be open are breakfast places. Unless you're fine with going to a pancake house, then I think we're screw-"

"PANCAKES!"

As if Jamie said the magic word, Matty jumped up and out of his pouting spree. Leaving your side, he stumbled over to the bottle of Patreon and, upon grabbing hold of it, held it up as if he were going to make a toast. The rest of the bus looked on, curious as to what else could possibly leave his mouth now. You giggled, reaching up to cover your mouth and disguise it with your hand.