matt’s car was parked in the middle of a parking lot, soft music playing in the radio. you were laying in the backseat with him, as you layed your head on his chest, burying it.

his fingers drew little circles on your skin, drawing hearts, or circles. he had one arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. he moved his hand to your hair, his fingers in your curls.

you were feeling absolutely horrible, and when matt saw you walk through the front door that day, he decided you needed to relax: one of your relax methods was just late night drives with him. they were calming, just.. perfect.

the only thing you needed right now, was his comfort, and his love. and he knew that.

matt hummed a tone, as he heard your shaky breaths, trying to calm you down from your messy breakdown earlier. he held you closer to him, trying to comfort you.

“you’re okay, im here, baby.” he softly whispered, rubbing your back. “as long as im here, you’ll be just fine. im here. and i wont leave.” he reassured, holding you tighter.