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the next morning
Hotel Room 223
NYC
That night I felt Matt Healy. Not everyone can say that. The thrusting, the fucking, the drunk kisses...it was all breathtakingly dirty. Probably one of the baddest things I have ever done.
We got up that morning and ate a continental breakfast at the hotel. "cold eggs and nasty coffee! Yay!" I groaned. Matt smirked, "so, I have a business proposition for you." I glanced up at him, "I'm not a prostitute you know..." Matt rolled his eyes, "I will pay you, if you will go on the road and be a groupie for us." The way he said it was so simple, like he was asking you for a pencil. I was speechless, "Matt...I...I have a life...I can't just..." He placed a $100 bill on my leg. "Matty I'm NOT a prostitute." Matt smirked, "then don't be a prostitute, be my ass-kicking, wine drinking, weed smoking, groupie-girlfriend." He was so convincing, he entranced me and for some crazy reason...I said "yes. Okay. I'll be a groupie."
a few days later
on the road
"No, no, no...you wouldn't play that card, Liza." Matt yelled out.
he was teaching me to play poker, which needless to say was not going very well. "Okay, if I win, you have to give me a pleasure Fest..." a "pleasure-Fest" is where either one of us does everything in their power to make the other one feel good. "If you win, it's vice versa." I nodded. It was our usual agreement. My phone buzzed, my mother of course. I told her that taking a gap year and traveling the world with an "intellectual group of musicians" was extremely good for my college applications. She reluctantly agreed on the term that I call her once a day...every fucking day. "Hey mom!" I called cheerfully. "Hello my sweet-baby, pie-cake sugar! How are you?" She cooed. The conversation continued with my mom cooing and me trying to end it. Per usual. I hung up after half an hour. "So, you've wasted my attention span on your telly...I say we should just fuck..." Matt suggested. He didn't wait for an answer, he just got up and started kissing me, pulling off his shirt at the same time.
another long night.
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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...
