#short n sweeettt

[graciegoeskrazy]

love ur healy reader writes. do u write 4 taylor swift? can u do one where she and reader get in a fight and she runs away to find matty because the two are very close? up to you. xx.

when we are together

matty healy + teen!swift!reader

warnings: absent father, running away, yelling

a/n: so cute imma cry

Matty didn’t expect to hear a knock at his front door that morning, And he most definitely didnt expect to find you. When he opened the door he was met with your gaze, giving a look that said, ‘I can explain.’

“What the fuck?” He said.

You brought nothing except your backpack with you that only carried your wallet, computer, some school things, and other miscellaneous things. “I need to talk to you-” You said, readjusting your backpack.

“What are you doing here?”

“Trying to talk to you-”

“Where’s your mum?” He was so confused. That confusion though would soon turn to anger.

You looked down at your feet and whispered the next part barley audible for Matty to hear. “Back home…”

He couldn't believe you would do such a thing like this. “...You did not-”

“I had to come! We got in a fight and I left and I didn’t know where else to go…”

“Does she know you’re here?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He grew nervous when you didn’t reply. “Y/n…” He pushed.

You shyly have up. “Not exactly, no.”

“Y/n Swift!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not-”

“No, I’m not.” You said, smiling a little His face softened just a tad. You took in a breath before continuing. “I didn't know where to go. I just knew I wanted to get out of there.”

He did his iconic pissed-off-parental sigh. “Get inside. Now.”

“Yes sir…” You said as you walked through.

As the door slammed shut behind you and Matty, George walked in from the other room. He, as always, was happy to see you.

“Woah! What are you doing here?” George asked, with a smile on his face.

Matty caught up from behind before you got the chance to speak. “This idiot decided to run away from home!”

“I’m not an idiot.” You bit back.

“Traveling 3 hours by yourself to your mother's ex-boyfriend’s house because you got into one stupid argument is something an idiot would do.”

You just sighed and sat on the couch. George let out an audible giggle.

“Give me your phone,” Matty said, reaching his palm out.

“Why?” You handed it to him even though you questioned his moves.

“I’m calling your mother.” He said, nonchalantly.

“What?!”

“If I call her from my phone she won’t answer.” He kept walking toward the back room.

“I’m not giving you my password.” You crossed your arms.

“Don’t need it your phone still unlocks with my face I.D.”

“Whatever.” You fell back into the couch.

“I’ll be back.”

Your gaze found the ceiling and you sighed. It’s the first time you’ve been still mentally and physically for hours. Geroge took notice of you from the kitchen.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Dandy.” You replied, not moving a muscle.

…

You could hear some dialogue coming from the other room, but none to make out a full conversation. At least they aren’t screaming at each other this time, you told yourself. Matty opened the door and walked back into he living room. George had left awhile ago.

“You’re spending the night here. Tomorrow morning I’m sending you on a train back to London.” Matty said, not giving you much choice in the decision.

“Okay.”

He sighed. “How did you get here anyway?”

“Took a bus,” You said, nonchalantly.

“Jeez, kid.” He said. You just shrugged.

“What did you guys fight about?”

“Life.”

“Life?”

“My life.”

“What about your life?”

“How much I hate it.”

“I need context, love.”

You finally sat up and faced him, looking him directly in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen my mother in almost a year.”

“That’s an exaggeration-”

“It’s not!” You cut him off. Matty stayed silent and you took that as a sign to keep going.

“She’s always working. On the tour, on a new album or music. T’s just always work work work.”

“I can’t blame her.” Matty said, shrugging.

“Yeah well, you don’t have a teenage daughter who you also need to take of.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You felt sad because your mom just happens to be the biggest pop star in the world, so you ran away from home, traveled nearly 4 hours by yourself from one of the biggest cities in the world, just to come and cry to me-”

“I have no one else!” You shouted.

Matty sighed. You continued.

“I’m constantly on a plane to New York or somewhere I’ve never been. Yeah, sure, I’m with my mom but I’m never with her because she’s always performing or writing or spending every free moment of her time in a studio. I miss my school. I miss the friends I had. I can’t talk to them anymore because of time changes or whatever and They’ve already moved on! They’ve already found someone to replace me, they’re fine without me.”

“Y/n, you-”

“My dad still won’t talk to me.”

Matty stayed quiet. He knew that was the real reason you were acting like this.

“He won't answer my calls. I’ve left countless voicemails and texts, even emails, and I have received nothing from him. Even if he wanted to, Mom wouldn't let me see him.”

Matty looked down. You had tears coming out of your eyes by this point.

“So sorry if I ruined your evening, but right now I’m feeling more alone than I have ever been and you are the only person that has actually listened to me in the past 10 months.”

You sat back in the couch, finally giving him a chance to speak. He wasn’t sure what to say though.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could think of.

“But whatever is happening, you can't just run away like that-”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry.” You said, sitting up and whipping your tears.

He sat next to you on the couch and pulled you in a hug. “I know you are.”

You cried into his chest for what felt like hours. Matty didn’t mind though. He would do it for however long you needed.

…

The rest of the night consisted of eating trash food you made George pick up and watching a movie that you fell asleep to halfway though. When the morning came, you packed the few things you had up, and got into the car with Matty. The car ride was silent. It took everything in you to not turn to him and say ‘Please, please, please! Let me stay! I can’t go back there!’ but you ended up deciding against it. He bought the ticket and handed it to you. He saw the few tears starting to lip out and whipped them with his thumb, pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear while he was at it.

“Next time you’re having a mental crisis just…call me first, okay?”

You smiled and let out a small chuckle before finally looking up at him. “No promises.”

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