Y/N walked solemnly across the cafe with her book in hand. She loved the book it was her drawing book. Suddenly, she slipped apon a water puddle that was present in the centre of the cafe. She flung across the room and sprawled in the middle of Celebrity Cafe In England (favourite cafe of English celebrities) and dropped her book. she clenched. crawling over to her book, her orbs met another pair of glistening orbs. His face was a little bit ugly but that's just what British men look like. their hands met on the leather surface of the little book, and the man picked it up to investigate.
"no sir please!" she moaned.
"okay luv what's all this then" he cooed and opened the book. inside the book was many erotic images of matthew timothy healy wearing nothing but a small thong and that's it.
"oh my my little girl" the man whimpered and then looked down at you.
it was him..
the man of your many slumbers.
Matty Healy.
tbc.
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The Smell Of Your Hair (Reminds me of your feet)
Poetryyour average matty healy fanfic. you know what to expect.
