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."

"I was given a book , and the first few pages were basically someone's diary, and the date was marked 'The 1975' and it meant something."

quick update for my babies

[The 1975 fan fiction] "Where's the fun in doing what you're told?" He asked with a large smirk on his face. The cool breeze sent his curly hair to move around as he lit his third cigarette during this ten minute long conversation. Clara shrugged. "I don't know. But if he found out, we'd be in some pretty big shit. You especially." Matty frowned. "Why?" "Because." She began, fiddling with her fingers and looking down. "I have boyfriend that is my brothers best friend, and I'm just seventeen." "Then dump him. I don't care about your age either, you're only seven years younger than me darling." Matty winked. Silence filled the air around them as Clara thought about it, wiping her black hair from her face. "Lets give it a go then." ****************************************************************** Clara Marie is seventeen years old and a huge 'The 1975' fan. One day, she's on the way to her friends house, passing the local venue where they happen to be performing that evening to a sold out crowd. She doesn't have a ticket as they sold out fairly quickly, but she wants to see the tour bus anyway, and hopefully see a band member lurking around outside. To her amazement, she bumps into the lead singer, Matthew Healy as he's having a cigarette around the back of the venue. She doesn't want to bother him, so she tries to walk away un-noticed, but Matty catches a glimpse of her and calls her over for a chat. There's a lot more to Clara than there may seem to be. Will Matt stick around long enough to find out everything about her? Or will his ever-growing fame keep her from being with him?

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015

// "I love this book so much! You are REALLY talented!", "Can't wait for the new update, already excited!", "Amazing! Omg please update!" // (quotes by - lauralisbon12, mattyhealysleftkneen and twilightissocool11) // // Thank you so much for all your praise on this! // I see it. That familiar sight I see every summer, the Manor. Set on huge grounds it stands red bricked and grand, silhouetted against the blue sky above. To my left I can see the lake sparkling in the sunshine and the lush green woods beyond that. But the beauty isn't why I come here. I come here for the boys. Every summer a new group of people become my best friends for 2 weeks and every year one of those people becomes my boyfriend for the holiday. This has happened for the last 3 years since I was 13 and every year it's more serious, more rebellious and more fun. Who knows what this year holds... // This story will contain mild sex and drug use //

'You're so lovely, but that's not enough.' // sequel to Hurricane // thank you to @alchemists for the cover.

It's always been them two, and everybody knew it. The adventures of Sophia Davis & Matty Healy.

in which india chance falls for a man who would do anything to spill her blood {lowercase intended throughout} part one of three © 1975niaz

When Abigail, a nineteen year old college student, is given the opportunity to travel the world with four strangers for a project, she takes it but not everything is so perfect. You have a band with more issues than vogue and each member with a story to share. Abigail may have lived her life in a bubble but a summer with The 1975 will sure as hell change it all.