Canada [Matthew Williams] x Reader - Pt. 1 - YMH

Happy Canada Day!

Canada [Matthew Williams] x Reader

You're My Hero

  You felt threatened. Scared. You weren't sure what to do - this situation had never come up in your life before. Unsure as you were about their identity, you knew that you did have a stalker. It was unbelievably terrifying.
  Most of your friends, though, brushed off your scared confessions of the feeling of being watched as stress from work. Truthfully the only people who believed you were the twins Alfred and Matthew - who had been your friends for as long as you could remember.
  Now, though, the stalking was going to far - you didn't even feel safe at your own home. Pushed to your limits you had decided that it would be best if you weren't alone for a couple of days - which is why you were heading to Matthew's house this moment in your car.
  Some people would probably wonder 'why you didn't go to "the Hero" - as he had dubbed himself - Alfred, who of which had offered to let you stay with him so you weren't so scared, instead of the quiet Matthew?' The answer to those peoples' questions?
  You may or may not have a crush on the Canadian boy.
  Plus, in situations like these - where you just needed someone to sit down with and pour your heart out - Matthew was always the number one choice. He always would listen intently - not pretend to listen - and always tried his best to help you by giving you his input on the matter. One of the many reason why you loved said male.
  You shake your head violently, N-no! I didn't just think that! Bad, (f/n), bad! He's one of your closest friends - don't jeopardize your friendship with him just because you let the word 'love' slip. A harmless crush is fine but... but... You slow to a stop as you put the car's gear into park. You shut off the engine and just sit there, in the dark of your car, as you stare at your lap - your forehead now resting against the wheel as you mull your previous thoughts over.
  Unaware of how long you had been lost in thought, you nearly have a heart attack when there's a tap on the driver side window.
  You jerk your head up, (e/c) eyes wide in fear as your (h/l), (h/c) hair swishes across your ears from the sudden action.
  Your entire body visibly relaxes as you realize that it was just Matthew, so you pull the key from the ignition and step out of your car as said male steps back.
  "Sorry, (f/n)." Matthew apologizes in his quiet voice, "I didn't mean to scare you."
  "N-no! It's fine! Really!" You say, frantically, "I shouldn't have been spacing out, anyway. I'm just glad that it was you and not some lunatic."
  "Well, I get your items - you can go ahead into the house. I made some pasta that Feliciano gave me the recipe for. I thought we should try it out." He explains as he reaches across the driver seat to grab your bag from the passenger side. He closes the door quietly, before following you into the warm home.
  Afterwards you two ate some pasta - compliments to Feli! - and then settled in on the couch to watch a hockey game on On Demand.
  Halfway through the first period, though, you began to mull over the thoughts of your stalker once more - nearly making tears well up in your (e/c) eyes.
  "He just checked the goalie!" Matthew says angrily, "You saw that didn't you, (f/c)?" He looks over to you and notices the distant look on your face, "(f/n)?" He asks, leaning towards you a bit.
  You didn't move an inch, but, when the doorbell rang, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turn and wrapped your arms around Matthew - your face buried into his sweatshirt.
  "(f-f/n)!" He stutters in shock - his face turn as red as his sweatshirt. After a moment, he places a hand on your back and rubs gentle circles to calm you down, "I-it's alright, (f/n)." He says softly.
  The doorbell goes off once more so he looks over his shoulder and calls out, "Just a second!" Before returning his attention to your shivering form, "It was just the doorbell." He stands you up and then leads you over towards the door after he figured out that you were too scared to let go.
  You continued to clutch his sweatshirt and stood, shivering, behind him as he opened the door.