Meet Elliot. Now meet Matt. Now meet Elliot meeting Matt. Now follow their adventure together full of love, pain and understanding.

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

[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?

❝ 'cause they're just girls, breaking hearts. ❞ - The 1975, girls finished: may 1, 2014 ©girlwiththeredshoes 2014

Elizabeth was wading through pretty rocky waters, and so was Matty. “In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization that the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.” ― Dean Koontz, Lightning. If there’s one thing that Elizabeth Frost knows, it’s that life is hard. With a mum who walked out on her at the age of seven, making way for a fairy-tale like, cruel step-mum and a father that did nothing to ease her pain, Elizabeth was thrown into a deep, dark void of loneliness. Now at sixteen, Elizabeth lives in a state of hopelessness. And then one day, without any warning, she is forced to leave, with only a one-way ticket to London as a parting gift. This broken shell of a girl has no clue what to do, and she feels completely alone; no light shines in her dark life. But what she is about to find out, is that everything has a companion, strong to weak, brave to scared and even dark to light, and Elizabeth might just have found her ‘light’ in the form of a brown haired, hazel eyed boy named Matty. Apart they are nothing, but together they begin to learn that they are strong enough to hold their heads up high, brave enough to conquer the world and eventually they learn to love as much as two unloved creatures could; unequivocally, passionately and recklessly.

///SEQUEL TO WATER/// Love is a ridiculous, cruel thing. thank you to @artiepants for the amazing cover.