"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

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

The problem with Matty, was that he could send shivers down people's spines with only a few words. Beatrice had known this from the beginning.

If flight 102 didn't crash, I was certain that my four year relationship would if I was with Matty for ten hours. Authors note: Hiii this is the first fanfic I've attempted at writing and I'm very new to this so please feel free to leave any comments that have (constructive) criticism! I'm not used to writing stories yet, so the grammar might not always be up to par. I'll also be editing as I write to try to provide as accurate of a portrayal of Matthew Healy as I possibly can. (He's a very complex person). Thank you a thousand times over for reading, x. (Note: I've chosen to make Matty and Ross completely unrelated characters for now, and just normal people)

Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Horror // "I can't exist within my own head, so I insist in haunting your bed." Cover by @21duns

"and how old are you?" "I'm 20."

SEQUEL TO 17 [Matty Healy]

A Matthew Healy fan fiction △ Going to a completely new world. Applying for an internship and bumping into your favorite band's frontman? Stressful, adventurous and exciting. Find out what happens to the photographer to be, Jamie Silver as she embarks on her journey in Manchester and finding new stuff, and love maybe

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."