Matty and Eloise were ships in the night, passing closely but never quite finding each other. That is, until now. "There was a pause in the conversation. I wasn't sure what to say. So I simply didn't say anything. Instead, I stared down at my hands and picked at my chipped red nail polish. When I looked up, Matty wasn't engrossed in his coffee or back asleep like I'd expected. His deep brown eyes were trained on me."

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"What would you say if you found out you were my everything?"

Smoked. Do drugs. been judged. Drop out of school. Family problems. All he had is she, til that night you came to in his life and had coincidence of a misunderstanding between their life. Ended a phone call. But you stayed. You like to. xxx 102 came from a song of The 1975's, which i had decided to come into a short story. Too dark and problematic, don't say I didn't warn you. And please don't try to steal Matty Healy.

"What are you thinking about?" Matty asked after staring at Lily's face for a good minute, absorbing the way that her lashes fluttered with every blink, the way that she was lightly biting her lip, not in a sexual way, but as if she was testing to see if slight pain would wake her up. As if it had worked, she slowly turned her head towards him, forgetting how close they were sat, their faces were now inches away from each other's. She looked into his eyes, and with a little smirk at the sight of his glance switching from her eyes to her lips, she quietly said, "wouldn't you like to know", and skipped towards the swimming pool, only stopping right before he was out of sight to look back and smile at him.

A Fanfiction about The 1975's MATTY Healy. All Rights belong to their rightful owners.

❝And so when, when we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I'm not half as bad as bad as what You've been told And when I knock At one hundred and two And I see your pajamas I can't stop smiling at you❞ The 1975 // 102

"i don't love you." "i don't love you either, but we're in deep shit and we're together in it." it's not love. that's what we all tell ourselves. clara lott © Copyright 2014

Two guys in a zombie apocalypse find two girls in a zombie apocalypse, and surviving isn't even the most complicated problem they have to tackle when they meet each other.