Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

Imagine; Matt Healy

Okay, so first of all; this is sort of what my Matt Healy fan fic will be about. I'm thinking about starting one, and this is what I want it to be, but I might make it different, not sure. Nevertheless, I've been looking forward to writing this.

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You wiped down a table in the café.

You ran the night shifts, usually leaving around 5 in the morning.

For the past couple of months, this man had been coming in and sitting at a table, usually ordering a cup of coffee.

One day, he came in, plopping down violently on the seat.

He had beautifully colored skin, perfect, curly brown hair, and deep eyes that resembled chocolate.

Two other people were sitting down a few tables away, and you were just staring out the window, while cleaning the table.

Occasionally a car would pass by, and you wondered who was in it, and where they were going.

You enjoyed being up at night, looking out at the world.

Interesting people came in and out of the café at night.

This man, was one of them. He sparked your interest.

You moved to the next table, seemingly going unnoticed by the man, and the other two people in the café.

You heard a small breathy noise, and turned to look, just to find the man almost in tears.

He had always been so solid, drinking his coffee, staring out the window, and then leaving.

Tonight, though... He was different.

You didn't even hesitate to make your way to the kitchen, pouring some hot coffee in a mug and walking it out to his table.

"Cheers." he mumbled, his voice shaky as you set the mug down.

You stared at him for a moment, finally turning away and moving back to the tables by the window, wiping them down slowly.

You were turned away from him, but the man had looked up, and was staring at you.

He fumbled with a sugar packet as his eyes looked over your body.

He gazed at your calm face, curious as to what you could be thinking about.

A strand of his curly hair fell to the side of his face.

He enjoyed looking at you. You were pleasant to look at, and you were kind and soft on his eyes compared to anyone or anything else.

He looked away, his face contorting as he tried to choke down a sob.

You turned a bit, stealing glances at the man with curiosity.

You watched his contorted face, and then you saw him look up, at the woman sitting with the man at the table, a few rows down.

She had a look of sympathy, and then the man that she was sitting with turned around to gape at the man.

He made a scoffing noise, and mumbled something to the girl.

She took her eyes away from him, as if she weren't supposed to look at him, and then looked down.

You looked back to the man, and his eyes were wide as he stared at the two.

He watched as they left.

He stared at the empty front door.

He put a hand up to cover his face as he poured the sugar packet into the coffee.