3 weeks later.
nothing happened really, i spent all my time with matty at his house or at the studio while the guys practiced. they played at a few bars occasionally but i was always with matty, and he didn't mind.
our hands were always together and my lips were always connected with his. i loved him, i was his and he was mine. we fit perfectly like puzzle pieces, but we'll get seperated soon enough.
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102//m.h
Fanfiction1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
