((So with my growing audience, I suppose I'll continue))
room 344
some city
"Fucking hell Matty why do you have to be so controlling? Its not like I'm your actual fucking girlfriend." I yelled.
Matt was getting all butt-hurt because I was talking to a guy fan.
"Excuse me for fucking caring about you! That guy is a back alley coke dealer Liza! Do you want to get into that shit? I don't think so!!!" He yelled back.
"God Matty. I didn't know." I whispered.
Cocaine is always a sensitive topic for Matt.
"And you are my girlfriend Liza." He added as he walked out to smoke.
I felt like shit. Poor Matty. I had to do something for him. I pulled out my phone and dialed George's number.
"Hello." He answered
"George, I fucked up. What do I do?"
"Just sex him up. Bye." He hung up.
"Helpful George, real helpful." I said to myself.
Matt walked in,
"What?" He asked
"Oh nothing Matty. It's fine...Matt...I'm really sorry. I had no idea about that guy and about u-" he cut me off by leaping to my lips. He wrapped his arms around me and continued kissing.
Needless to say...we fucked. Again.
some show in some country
Matty was doing his normal, wild jams on stage when suddenly, after Girls, he stopped.
"I'd like to pause the show to introduce someone." Matty's drunk voice called
"This is my girlfriend, Liza. She is super hot." He slurred
He motioned for me to come onstage. Reluctantly I walked through the crowd to the stage. Matty pulled me up.
"Hey baby." He cooed.
The entire audience "awwww-ed" over us.
When the show was over, I had tons and tons of girls come up to me and ask how I met Matt and whether or not he really is as sexy as he seems. To which I replied, "oh absolutely."
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FanfictionI meant to go to the concert. I meant to meet Matt Healy. I didn't mean to run into him at the hotel afterwords. I didn't mean to sleep in his room. I didn't mean to sleep with Matt Healy. Well...okay. Maybe I did. But I definitely did not mean...
