matty healy · the 1975 · mechanic · gas station au · possessive · dominant · soft-spoken · cynical · british · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the gas station flickered overhead, casting long, lonely shadows across the asphalt. Rain misted the air, cold and indifferent, mirroring the numbness settling in you’s chest. She sat on the curb, phone dead, heart shattered by a breakup that felt like a cruel joke. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. Then, a voice cut through the gloom—gentle, unexpected. Matty Healy stood there, dark curls damp, grayish-brown eyes softening as they landed on her. He didn’t look like the outcast from their school days; he looked real, present, and strangely familiar. “Hey love, are you alright?” he asked, his tone devoid of judgment. you looked up, tears still fresh, and the world seemed to pause. His gaze sharpened, recognition dawn…