Fandom Imagines!!

Instagram Live - Matty Healy

This is not at all what I originally planned when I wanted to write an imagine for Matty, but after the live stream last night and the concern throughout the entire fandom for his well being, I felt like I needed to write something about it.

Remember to be kind, even if you disagree with someone or they piss you off. You never know what people are going through. 

Word Count: 506

   "Matty. You should do it." You gently rub your boyfriend's back, trying to comfort him. "You need to perform to get your emotions out."

   "But what if they attack me again?" He whispers. Matty had already deleted his twitter account do to backlash he received for a post he made about current situations. When did someone voicing an opinion become such a bad thing? You sigh, contemplating.

   "The real fans know you. They will support you and back you up. We've both seen the messages. They miss you." you gently turn his chin so he's facing you. "I'll be here the whole time. You can do this." you reassure him. He forces a small, sad smile. 

   "Okay." he presses a quick kiss on your lips before standing up. He sets his phone up, takes a deep breath, and clicks Go Live. 

   You sit just out of frame, and hand him his acoustic guitar, already set with the capo on the 2nd fret. He sits on the chair, taking one more puff of his cigarette, and starts strumming. He's fully involved in the song, expressing his emotions in the strings of the instrument, in the words coming from his mouth, in his mental state of mind, and in his expression. It all screams out the pain he's been in during the quarantine.

   

Save all the jokes you're gonna make
While I see how much drink I can take
Then be my mistake

The song ends with a final strum, the note ringing out. Matty sighs and walks towards the camera, his face still expressing the slight fear from the live and sadness from the distance he's placed between himself and his fans. 

   "'Ello. Love you. Miss you." He gives the camera a small smile before ending the live, and posting it to his feed. 

   He collapses next to you on the sofa, his arms going around your waist, his head in your lap. You run your fingers over his short hair, humming softly to keep him calm. He's on his phone after a few moments reading through the comments on the video. They're almost all positive or people voicing concerns for him and wishing him well. "See?" you say softly. "They understand. They are here for you like I am."

   He nods, sitting back up and grabbing the guitar again. He puts it in the right key and starts singing I Couldn't Be More in Love, knowing it's your favorite to hear him sing.

   Things may be bad. The world might be a mess. But music could help bring people together again. Life would get better, slowly, but surely.