bat with butterfly wings


Digifest New York City. I had received tickets to go and believe me, I was as excited as anything.

I was at the back of the slow-moving line, the minutes before I’m in his arms ticking by. The nerves began to build up, butterflies hysterically batting their wings in my stomach as the line grew shorter.

10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes had gone by. I could’ve sworn I was now less than five metres away from him. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I caught his eyes locked on me, my heart beat and adrenaline increasing by a million miles per minute. There were only two people infront of me now. I guess time flies when you’re preoccupied staring at the love of your life right before your eyes.

I was close enough now that I heard the angelicness of his voice.

“I love you too babe.” He said, hugging the last fan one more time.

This was it. Now is when I feel anxious. He’s right there. What on earth do I say?

For a moment I just stood before him, my mouth gaping open at the sight of my endless love infront of me, as he opened his arms, welcoming me into his warm embrace.

“Easy there cutie.” He said, a sweet, loving ring to his voice.

“I’m sorry, It’s just that-” I began before he cut me off.

“No need for apologies babe.” He said, a crooked smile stretching across his face. My favourite smile.

“So tell me about yourself. What’s your name?” He began, snapping me out of my trance.

“Y/N.” I answered, growing more comfortable.

“Well Y/N,” he started, throwing an arm around my shoulders and intertwining our fingers. His hand was larger than mine, but despite that, our fingers locked together like the pieces of a puzzle. “You are undeniably beautiful.” He finished, looking me in the eyes. A warm rush of heat raced up my cheeks at his statement. I think it’s safe to say he makes me feel something I’ve never felt before.

Keep your cool Y/N.

“Thankyou. I could say the same about you, only you’re handsome.” I said, mustering up the words.

“You know how to get me princess.” He said, a low chuckle escaping his lips. His chuckle was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, to be completely honest. Subsequently, his grip on my hand loosened as he twirled me around, once after, bringing me in close to him, our foreheads touching.

This moment was so magical, so beautifully surreal that I didn’t want it to ever end. In his eyes, I may only be a fan but in my eyes, he is my world, my air, my universe.

Cameras snapped as we stayed in this position. I didn’t want to let him go. Ever.

“You’re different. Y/N.” Matt whispered, his hot breath ghosting over my lips.

“Different as in, different from the others.” He continued, as he began to sway me, kind of like those fairytales where, typically, the prince and princess dance.

“What do you mean Matt?” I asked, giving him a quizzical look.

“I mean, princess, that I want to get to know you more.” He murmured, his hands trailing down to my jean pocket, slipping something inside.

We were so caught in this moment that I didn’t even realise the annoyed mothers and their daughters behind me in the line, impatiently waiting for their turn. Cussing. Yelling. Shooing me away. Oh god.

“Matt. They’re waiting.” I said lowly, leaning in to peck his cheek ever so lightly.

“Alright babygirl. We’ll meet again, I know it.” He said before letting go of my hand as I walked away, saying one last goodbye to him. The boy of my dreams whom I had just united with.

Remembering the slip of paper that had sneakily made its way into my jeans by Matt, I curiously took it out, reading its contents.

‘Call me sometime XXXX-XXX-XXX. Matthew.’

Wow. I’m not dreaming. Not dreaming at all.

- Emily

A/N: This one took a while to write. It’s pretty much based on this dream I had last night. Anyway, I REALLY want to meet Matt but I don’t know if he’ll do Australia. Oh well… Hope y'all liked the imagine!!