matty healy imagines

maybe we were wrong // george

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"g!" i called from the kitchen, "did you put those packages away yet?" i was sorting through the boxes, we had recently just moved from birmingham to manchester so he could be closer to the band and work.

"no, i thought you did!" he yelled back questionably, walking down the stairs and into the living room where i was, on the floor sorting through things.
"did we leave them in b-ham?" i ran my hands through my hair, frustrated.
"george, i told you to make sure we had everything." he was glaring, his expression had gone from soft to mean. he does that often now.
"i did, but how am i supposed to make sure i have everything when you jump down my throat all the time?" he was pacing, "i can't even fucking go out anymore without you asking me a billion questions and blowing up my phone!"

i was hurt, of course i was. "that's not my fault, i just don't anything to happen to you."
he was shaking his head, "i can't do it anymore, y/n. i can't." he was practically running towards the door, "i need to go. don't bother waiting up because i don't know when i'll be back."

he left and didn't come back for hours, i sat waiting yet i finally gave up.

*time skip (yeah again but w these requests it makes sense and i cba to write 8 extra paragraphs abt it lol)*

it had been six weeks and george and i still weren't together, we lived in the same house, just not dating.
it isn't easy, being in the same house as the love of your life, not being able to do anything with them other than the occasional talk, but we even avoiding talking.

"george, please can we talk." i said quietly, sitting down on the couch and facing him.
"what's there to talk about, y/n?" his voice was still cold.
"us." i said simply, my eyes darted elsewhere.

"there's nothing to talk about. there isn't an us."
i sighed, "but i want there to be. please, georgie." maybe using his nickname would help.
"why?" he was nearly yelling now, "so you can track my every move again? tell me what to do all the time?"

there were tears in my eyes, "no, george. please. i promise i'll be better and do better."
he was staring at me, his expression was less cold. "honestly, y/n. i don't want to fight with you. i never did, but you can't keep treating me like that."

"i know, g. and i'm sorry, i'll do better. please, give us another chance." tears fell and i felt a hand brush them away.
"we can try, babe." he lifted my chin and kissed my nose, whispering how it would be okay.

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