we're all just the same, what a shame
matty healy + daughter!reader (ft. mainly ross but a bit of the band)
warnings: fluff, short, should I start rewriting atpoiim with h!r???
a/n: I hated this but now I don't think it's that bad. just short and sweet. (like the concert I didn't get tickets to 😭)
The band was in NYC preparing for the release of a new album, an abundance of press, a Madison Square Garden performance, and new changes to a show that was yet to be finished. Despite your father’s protest that you should stay home and live your normal life, you tagged along. Because it was a very stressful, working time for them, you were 100% prepared to take a step back and let them do their thing.
The knock on your door took your gaze out of your phone and onto the door of your hotel bedroom that connected to the rest of the suite you and your dad shared. “Come in.”
You knew from his posture and they way he slightly hid behind the door that he was up to something. Your head tilted in confusion, prompting him to speak.
“Do you have…fairy lights?”
Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Why the fuck would I have fairy lights?”
He gove you a brief look that meant ‘language’ and then paused.. “‘Cause you’re a teenage girl.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“No. Whatever do you need fairy lights for?”
“A fort.” His face comically didn't change.
You sighed. “You’ve gone mental.”
“When I thought I was gonna take a step back and let you work I didn’t think building a fort was on your to-do list.” He didn’t respond, just shrugged while sparing you a glance, then continued draping the fabric.
“Why are the lights off?” You said, walking through the hallway.
“Aesthetic.” He said simply.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever trusted your aesthetic.” You flicked on the tall lamp shade as you finished your sentence.
He looked up at you, bright eyed, and smiled. “Ah, good ideas babe!”
You quicked your head. “What?”
Without another word, he dragged the lamp inch by inch into it’s spot by the fort, then draped the remaining pieces of fabric onto it. “It needed height.” He said smiling at you.
“So why are you doing this exactly.”
He started to speak as he slightly struggled to enter the white sheet at the front.
“I’m gonna make a small one for the exterior, and in the video we’re gonna do a transition and it's gonna be like ‘look, it's bigger on the inside’ and it’s gonna be a metaphor.”
“A metaphor for what?” You asked.
Your father paused. “Something stupid?” He said, looking at you.
“Oh, right, right, of course.”
At the arena, hiding in the nearly empty dressing room, you were prompted to your feet when you father texted you telling you to come to the green room. You practically groaned upon entry. Adam held the camera and your father stood in front of it awaiting your arrival. He clapped his hands together excitedly and you groaned, preparing to turn away. “Not again.”
“Come onnnnn. I need you in it for the video. For your reaction.”
You rolled your eyes, to which he only allowed it this time because you were helping him with something. The small interior was already filled wall to wall with the band, who all smiled upon your entrance. Ross smiled the biggest, excited to see you, and opened up his arms wide, prompting you to sit with him.
Matty and Adam set the camera up and you switched to Ross’s lap while they did so.
“Hey! You found fairy lights!” You said, pointing up to the ceiling of the fort.
“Yeah, Uncle Ross had some.” Matty said, not taking his eyes off of the project in front of him and Adam.
You looked at Ross. he just shrugged. You knew your father probably just ran to the store to get them.
Your mind wandered back to the conversation in the room when your father commented on John’s go at jujutsu.
“You'd be mint.” He said.
“He’s too big.” Ross chimed in from behind you.
“No- What do you mean he’s ’too big?’ You have to be big in order to fight. Be able to sit in someone till they can’t breathe.”
“I’d be great at it.” All eyes turned to you as you spoke.
“You’d die in a second tops, baby.”
You shrugged. “Have a little faith.”
Some of the band left. Now it was just you, your dad, Ross, Adam, and Polly. You left to get a bottle of water and when you came back you found your dad sitting criss-crossed and decided to sit in his lap. It was a routine you’ve had since you were little, and a moment that always made everyone around giggle or smile, especially when you were little. Seeing a four year old toddle in with a snack in one hand and a blankie in another sit on her father’s lap when he least expected it. Matty kept his gaze on his phone as he readjusted his arms to capture you into a none-crushing hug paired with a gentle kidd to the side of your forehead. “Why did you wait till I was 14 to build a fort? I feel like that's a primary school thing, no?”
“How dare you deprive your daughter of a childhood.” Ross said.
Matty finally looked up from his phone when he rolled his eyes. “I give up.”
You and Ross laughed as you both pissed your father off for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.