When Skye falls for the tall, tattooed, cigarette smoking, mohawked, grunge, drop dead sexy junior Matty in freshman year, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. It's sophomore year, and she's still in love with him. He's a senior. They have so much in common, they both love poetry. They both wear grunge clothing and love to be alone. They're a perfect match. There's only one problem. He has no idea she exists. That is, until the day he does. And her life changes completely.

When Rose swings open her door and lets a stranger fall into her apartment, she doesn't think her life would be any different. After helping the lanky Brit, she gets pulled into things she'd rather not be involved in.

// If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck //

I 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 to become a groupie. Okay. Maybe I did.

"Matthew, stop. We can't do this," I say, pulling away slightly. "Shh, yes we can, baby," he brings both of his hand to cup my face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my cheeks. "Matty, this could ruin our friendship, and ruining our friendship means ruining our relationships with the rest of our group." "It's just sex, Rose. It doesn't mean anything. It's no big deal," he shrugs it off. Little did he know, it meant everything to me. warning: drug usage and sexual content.

The 1975/ Matty Healy fanfic. I update as often as i can! Allie is a fan who falls madly in love with attractive but deadly Matty Healy. Sure, they´re cute, but can they make it through the tough times?

Matty Healy is a 25 year old boy from England and Carley Hale is a 20 year old girl from California. they unexpectedly meet outside of a coffee shop and quickly form a relationship.

-Finished fanfic-