Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

Matty Healy; Imagine

This hurt.

You sat there on your bed, shaking as you waited for the clock to strike 7.

Your parents had locked you in your bedroom, claiming you to be grounded.

Today was your eighteenth birthday, and without telling your parents, you bought a ticket to a show.

The 1975.

They saved your life, and you owed everything to them.

There was nothing that you loved more than those four men, and you couldn't express properly with any words what they really meant to you.

The concert was at 8, but you had a ride there.

You just needed to get out the window.

Your phone rang, your friend claiming to be there, and you took deep breaths, fighting the urge to have an attack.

You got up, and walked over to your window, climbing out of It as you made your escape.

You worked your way down the second story, dropping to the ground painfully.

You got up and brushed yourself off, seeing the running car across the road.

You clutched the ticket close to your heart as you walked forward.

You heard a door open and you turned around as a violent shout ripped through the silent night.

"HEY!" It shouted.

You turned around to find your father, rage apparent on his face.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!" he screamed, beginning to charge out towards you.

You shook and took no hesitation in running for the car, the door already open for you to jump into.

You felt a rush through your system as you made it into the car, slamming the door as your friend Quinn stepped on the gas.

You thanked him as you both laughed.

You looked out the back window at your angry father, as he screamed at the car.

~

The wait was worth it, and when the gates had opened, you rushed inside, finding yourself at the barricade.

The fans filled in quickly, pushing you against it, willing you to hold your arms against it so you weren't crushed.

When the four men walked on stage, you couldn't even scream.

You were so in awe that they were right in front of you that you didn't move or cheer.

You stared in amazement.

Ross's smile sparkled.

Adam's tall, thin, awkward figure held onto the guitar tightly.

George's 6'4 stature laughed as he took his place at the drums.