Hotel
New York City
"Shit" I muttered under my breath. Of course my hotel card wasn't working, they always tell you not to let it near your phone..of course being me I didn't listen. I turned at the loud singing behind me. I gasped. Matt Healy (of course) was standing directly in front of me, "Hey! Wink girl!" My eyes widened. He suddenly sobered up a bit upon noticing my key troubles. "Hey love? Having trouble?" I looked down at the blinking red light on my door, "yeah. My key isn't working." Matt smirked "fuck it." I looked over at him, "excuse me?" He looked me, I could tell he was obviously drunk. "Why don't you just come into my room? There's no difference." My heart stopped. Matt was obviously drunk as hell. I didn't want to take advantage of him. However, his offer turned me on a bit. I thought about it in my mind, sleeping with a drunk/possibly high Matthew Healy. Every teenage girls dream. ever. I smiled, "okay Matty." He gave me a sexy smirk, "let's go love."
Hotel room 223
NYC
Matt walked me into his room, holding his arms out as if he were showing me some great statue. "Hey MTV. Welcome to my crib!" He laughed. I smiled. Matt walked closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, "sober?" I looked up at him, "unfortunately." He smirked and walked over to his suitcase and promptly pulled out a bottle of wine. He walked back over to me, "French 2011." I wrapped my hands around the bottle, it looked like a cheap grocery store wine, "perfect." Matt pulled the cork out and started drinking and handed the bottle to me, "sip for the lady?" I grabbed the bottle and took a huge sip the wine burned my throat and tasted strongly of vinegar. I cringed but kept drinking, I intended to get drunk as hell. I kept drinking the wine while Matt stood back impressed. Suddenly I felt it all coming back up I shoved the bottle into Matt's hands and ran to the bathroom, luckily nothing came up. I was already feeling a bit tipsy and decided to let Matt drink the rest. He put down the bottle and laid on his bed, "so, I'm Matthew Healy, lead singer of The 1975. You are?" I sat down next to him, "I'm Liza Kelly and I'm a fan." Matt sat up and looked me in the eyes, "over 18 I hope." "19 and 1/2." Matt leaned in so our noses were touching, "Well Liza. Ever been fucked before?"
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Groupie //THE 1975//
Hayran KurguI 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...
