(matty healy x daughter!r)
a/n: guys I hate this so bad this was meant for me to get back into writing but this is lowk ass u donāt have to tell me and Iām not like āomgggg this is so bad like actually really good im just fishingā no but guys im serious this isnt my best work but fuck it. ill get better I swear
Anonnnnn I hope you recive the cozy vibes I was trying to give in this one at least
warnings: insomnia but not officially, r hasn't slept in 4 days, protective matty, r age not specified but i imagine her a bit younger. no more older than 14 tho but imaigine how u want it's ur brain
This wasn't the first night you'd spent starring aimlessly at the ceiling, and certainly not the last. Fourth night this week actually.
The time on the alarm clock sitting on your side table illuminated ā3:38 amā in bright red. That's how long you lasted, that's when the tears started to come. Not sobbing, nothing dramatic. Just silent tears. Exauhsted tears. You burried your face in your pillow, as if it could silence your thoughts and stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
With a frustrated sigh you pushed your duvet back and stood. Your eyes adjusted to the soft lighting in the hallway as you walked form your room to your father's bedroom door.
There was a soft glow illumilating form under his door. There was a chance he might be awake. It's not like he had the perfect sleep schedule ethier, however his evening redevous were more voluntary than yours.
You raised a fist up to the door to softly knock. Then you hesitated. He told you to come get him if it happened again. You were met with angry grunts and sassy eye rolls when you told him about your lack of sleep at the breakfast table for the last 3 days. And he had to have known it would happen again, right?
Still, you always convinced yourself you would have been a bother, even now at your (what you liked to think was) grown age.
You let your hand fall back to your side, deciding not to bring him into this - there might not have been anything he could have done anyways.
Before you could turn and carefully trace your footsteps back to your room, careful not to step on any spots that might creek, you heard him call from inside.
You paused, genuine shock, before opening reaching for the door knob. You opened it, just slightly, as if you were still afraid to be noticed. From your position you saw him sitting on his bed, guitar layed carefully on the opposite side, blue hoodie on, hair a mess like usual, and phone in hand. Something was playing from his phone as he scrolled. You could only assume it to be a dumb tiktok about music, the state of the world, or maybe even himself actually.
"How'd you know I was here?" You said, softly, finally walking in and slowly shutting the door gently behind you as if it wasn't just you and your father in the house.
He shrugged and turned his phone off. "I could feel your gloomy aura eminating from the other side of the door." he said plainly. You rolled you eyes.
You stood awkward by the door as he leaned back on the bed. "Did you get any sleep at all?" He asked, sounding like he was begging.
You shook your head and let your gaze fall to the floor. He sighed. You hated hearing the disapointment in his voice, even though you knew it wasn't directly aimed at you.
"How many night exactly?" He said more than asked, still voice soft.
"Four." you said, giving up.
His eyes rolled and his head lolled to the side. "Darlingā¦"
You didn't have a response, just stood shyly from the corner
"Come lay down please." He said, voice soft yet leaving no room for argument.
"What? That's why you came in here, no?"
He didn't respond but pulled the covers back and gestured for you to climb in.
Climbing into your father's bed at an ungodly hour of the morning wasn't anything new. It's occured since you were little, infact. Not being able to settle unless feeling the familiar comfort. Nowadays you got used to the idea that you were getting older, becoming a real big girl. And 'real big girls' don't need their dad to comfort them when they can't sleep at night. Infact they sleep just fine on thier own.
You trudged over to the bed and got in.
"No Rupert? Not even blankie?" He asked, refering to your baby bear and blanket you've had since you were born.
"I've given up." You said, adjusting the sheets an lying down on your back.
You shurugged. "Yeah, I guess."
He layed down, turning to face you with his head propped up on his elbow. "What's keeping you up this time?" He said, gently, not pushing.
he nodded slowly. "Same thoughts as all the other nights this week?"
"Yet you didn't come get me beauseā¦?"
"I don't know! I- I just didn't want to bother you. Or whatever."
He waited for your eyes to meet yours. "How many times do I have to tell you that you're not bothering me. Ever."
He gave a small smile. "Get those rubish thoughts out of your head, yeah? Whatever they are, they've got no business in that beautiful brain of yours."
"I know, but you have me. I'll be here as long as it takes."
