Matty Healy Imagines
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He put her hand down. "Oh, c'mon. You can't kill me with that." he said as he looked down and failed to hold back a small smile.
"You can just-"
He sighed, looking up.
"-smile."
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"Oh, for Christ's sake, he's in love with you, Y/N!" Matty yelled. "He's been in love with you ever since we met."
"Adam, is this true?"
She tried to meet Adam's gaze but he only looked at his feet and nodded. She gasped and turned to Matty.
"You knew this?"
He nodded reluctantly as well.
"Yeah."
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