They dated at 17, she was the light of his life the reason he kept going. He wanted to be a better person purely for her. Now they're both 30 and he still wants to be an even better person for her, so why doesn't she know?

//COMPLETE // ---- " Look at him" I chuckled with a wide smile as I studied Matty and Adam dancing around in circles with their guitars, practicing a guitar solo for tonight. " Yeah, he's been really happy the last couple of weeks," George said as he looked in the same direction. Matty and Adam were spinning around each other as they played with big grins on their faces. Honestly, it was quite cute. " Yeah, counter to popular believe he can be a nice person if he wants" I laughed seeing as he waved at me from the stage. " I know. All this time I thought he had just tired himself out from being a pain, but turns out his motivation to improve walks on two legs and has long brown curls." --- Rosie studies phsycology and moves to London to live with her cousin George to finish uni. She quickly finds out that George's flatmate Matty struggles with drugs, sleeplessness and moodswings - all of which she tries to help him cure. He needs an anchor. She's his anchor. --- If you want to follow my writing process, be able to influence my story choices, and maybe get the chance of having your own character in the book, please follow @mrserotonin.man on instagram :) Rankings: #1 in mattyhealy - 18th of August 2019 #4 in the1975 - 18th of August 2019 #1 in The1975fanfic - 30th of July 2019 #1 in Robbers - August 4th 2019

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.

"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

"I'm not like the others" he tells me sternly WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual contact and a bit of drug use...

// "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 //

"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.

"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

Our Journey began with fire.... Matthew Healy came into my life like lightening. Like a firework. Rocketing straight through me. Beautiful and mesmerizing. I was drawn to him as I'd never been drawn to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his attention. I longed for his touch like a drug. In time, finding it would weaken me and challenge me. But i quickly became obsessed. I was hooked on him. I was an addict of his love. I was damaged and flawed, but always hid them away. Matthew slowly opened those cracks in me easily. But was determined to heal them forever. He had demons of his own. Which caused him to be a very personal, strict and obsessive man. A man who always got his own way, no matter the circumstances. He was possessive, powerful and driven. We would become the mirrors that reflected each others wounds and most private, darkest times of our lives. We would figure we weren't so different. Yet we were worlds apart. / / / This involves sexual content / / /

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.