The 1975 Concert
New York City
Matt Healy. Gorgeous and no more than 5 feet away from me. He was drunk. Or high. Probably both. He was going crazy shirtless across the stage. Of course though, I didn't mind. He looked at me and winked. I remember that moment so well because that one acknowledgement changed my life forever.
Alley behind venue
NYC
"Matty!!" "George!!" the screams of young adolescent teenagers filled my ears. I lifted my cigarette to my mouth; uninterested in screaming Matt or George's name. All I actually wanted to do was smoke. "Hey love. Have a spare?" I jumped startled by Matt Healy standing in front of me. He was so close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm sorry. What?" I was so dazed I couldn't remember what he had asked "A cig. Do you have an extra?" I felt so stupid. "Yeah. I think so...lemme look." I reached into my purse and pulled out my cigarette box and pulled out one for Matt. "Here you go." I handed it to him, apparently I was shaking because Matt reached out to steady my hands. "Alright love?" I looked up to him, "yeah I'm fine. Thanks." He lit the cigarette and started to walk back to the crowd. He suddenly turned, "hey. You were in the front row weren't you? I winked." I looked up in amazement, "yeah. Yeah I was." Matt gave a little "hmmph." and walked away. I decided he was definitely high and headed back to my hotel.
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Groupie //THE 1975//
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...
