"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

// Billie's always been in the background, but she's always wanted to sing. That's why when the perfect job comes along, a backup singer for a band, she jumps at the chance to finally get somewhere in her life. To quit her boring job. To meet new people. Everything's going great, until she falls head over heels for the lead singer. They've got their own demons to fight, but together they can heal each other. // published 2014

Delilah Duncan, an artsy, feisty midget who stumbled upon these typical teenage boys and they were all inseparable from the beginning. This is a story of how they discover love, recover from many hangovers and try to pull through their last year at school. This is a completely fictional story, which takes place in Manchester, 2004 onwards. This story contains sexual content, drug abuse and strong language and some offensive comments. And major teen angst I hope you enjoy x

#7 in Matty Healy and The 1975. about a cynical boy who makes inappropriate comments at the worst of times, and a girl who wishes he kept his mouth shut but doesn't mind when he wraps his arm around her shoulders each morning. © alienharrry 2016

When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.

Imogen's life seems to be going great, until everything starts crumbling down. Luckily, Matty's there to catch her. But when a disappearance from 6 years ago comes back into play, Imogen's life is turned upside down. Will she still have Matty to catch her?

"you shouldn't have left, you know." "i don't know, matty. i think life's been better when i left you." - sequel to "takes a bit more" -

"I'll always want you, that's the problem. Even if you're a drunk, self absorbed, over protective asshole, I'm still going to want you." This is a Matty Healy fanfic I'm terribly sorry if it's complete shit this is my first story on wattpadd so go easy please :)