Brooklyn Oborne didn't mean to fall apart - grief has a way of doing that for you. After losing her parents, she moves to Manchester to live with her brother, starting over in a city that never asked for her. Then there's Matty Healy: all sharp edges and hidden softness, the boy who once made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had.

Being the little sister of the frontman of a band that's quickly rising to fame was never easy for Liv, always tagging along on the tour bus, hanging around backstage for hours on end and getting dragged out to the pub after every show. But when they bring a charming blonde Geordie along on tour, being the little sister seemingly gets a whole lot harder.

When it all ends, and the band's played its final show, where does it leave you? Does it leave you as a has been? A solo act with a backing band? Or do you turn away from music entirely, and strip yourself of everything you've ever known? Where does it leave you, when the lights go low? And who does it leave you with...

"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way. "I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed. He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red lips that are puckered into a pout. "Oh right, I see. So which one you shagging then?" You shrug, noncommittal. "I've not decided yet..." MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ Sam Fender shows up in Chapter 16 ❤️

Amidst The 1975's - At their Very Best tour, a magnetic connection stirs between Isla Callaghan, a talented Irish photographer, and Matty Healy, the band's charismatic lead singer. As their bond deepens, the tale unfolds with a tantalizing undercurrent of longing, trust, and the delicate dance of unspoken desires.

"No, Tell me this was all a dream, please. I'm begging you!" I yelled. "Then this wouldn't be as fun as it is now, would it darling?" The voice spoke from behind. // Elianna Grace who is currently working on getting a psychology degree specializing in behavioral psychology gets assigned to work on a case assisting the city's top criminal lawyer, Harry Styles to investigate a serial killer on the loose. What happens when they soon start realizing that they can trust no one around them? Does the arrival of one another in each other's lives make their journey angelic or miserable?

"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But I mean it, your eyes are it for me. This magical emerald green that shines in the sunlight, and almost changes colour when you're talking about something you love. Like that fucking creative writing class you take with George. Your eyes, they shimmer and it's weird as shit but I love it. They remind me of the first day of spring, the sort of green that emerges from a really shit winter. The green that reminds you that everything is growing, and you're growing, and you're alive. That is what I love about your eyes." Matty half laughed to himself, climbing in after me. He cupped my cheek, stroking slightly with his thumb. "That and they look amazing when you're giving head." "Stop!" I laughed, batting him away. He pulled me in closer however, close enough so that my head was forced to rest on his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. "It's true. Nothing like these old boring brown eyes of mine." "Boring? Nothing about you is boring." I whispered, tracing the lines of his chest tattoo. "How so?" -------- Avery Collins, an 18 year old university student, has her world turned upside down by the arrival of a boy with messy hair, chocolate eyes and a past full of dark secrets. Juggling a social life, her insane room mates, uni studies and work, will she be able to cope with this boy and the realisation that maybe, just maybe, he was more dangerous than he looked? [ONGOING BOOK] Proud to be part of the Wattpad Futures Programme. ---PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT--- Cover by @PGthequeen

"There is a hopelessly romantic notion that two people can meet and instantly fall in love"- Amber said inhaling her cigarette. Frankie rolled her eyes; that was utter bullshit, the thought of two people meeting and forming a bond so deep that no one could break was fairytale material for her but for some reason her mind focused on Matty when the word love left Amber's lips. A story in which Matty Healy falls for his brother's crush not knowing the shitstorm it would cause. This is basically a parody to every fanfic ever

Matty Healy - Famous. Arrogant. From the click of a finger, he gets what he wants. Girls fall to their knee's for him. He fucks them, then forgets about them. And moves onto the next. Sophia Jones - Just a normal 21 year old. Shy. Different. Driven for a successful career in life. She's never had time for guys. And seems in no rush to be with one. Until a connection is formed between the two of them at one of his gigs. But not all is as straightforward as you may think. . . . They're total opposites. In many different ways. The main one being - He's a womanizer. And she's a virgin. But will she give in to him, and be added onto the list of hook ups. Just because of who he is? Or will he realize there's more to her than just a fuck, and figure she's worth the wait? // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // This probably sounds like absolute bollocks. . . I am aware. But the idea just popped into my head. You get the jest of the story any, until I can re-do this.

"You're too good for me Sunshine." His voice deep and low as he whispers just enough for me to hear into my ear. "I'm not, I can be just as bad as you." My voice wretched in my own ears and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He leans closer to my face now, his pupils taking up nearly his entire iris and he looks down at me with a malicious smile. We both knew I would never be as bad as him. His fingers reaching out just slightly and skimming across the soft skin of my neck and retreating just as I shudder under his touch. Harry smirks knowingly, "You're sounding desperate now Jules.. can you tempt me?" He leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out patting his lap almost calling for me now. "I- I can try." My voice wavers through my own ears and I know I'll regret this in the morning. Before I could move Harry's sitting up with quick movements and grabbing at my jaw pulling me directly between his legs. "My sunshine, my temptress you are." Juliet Flores was not expecting college to be filled with complete and utter chaos, she was running from the skeletons in her own closet... now how did she end up dancing with the ones in Harry's. Hate is a strong word... not strong enough to describe the relationship between the two though, not strong at all. //Trepidation; a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.// CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT #20 in Dark Harry #4 in Dramatic Started April 1st 2021