"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

#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

A sequel to "Eyes Bright, Uptight" and then some. Please read that first as nothing else will make sense.

"You're pretty," his fingertips found my jawline, "When you cry." "Only then?" I smirked, lip quivering. My skin warmed where he touched me. He licked his lower lip, shaking his head. He palpated for my jawbone, tracing it up to my ear. "Your eyes get all glassy and bright," his other hand brushed over my lower lashes. My breath froze in my lungs as I tried to stay still for him. "Your lips blush up, all flowery and springtime." My lips parted for his thumb, which pulled and pushed my bottom lip. I was burning from his attentive gaze, his wide-open pupils and concentrated brow. I was convinced he could see the heat coming off me. "And your skin," he kissed the center of my cheek, open-mouthed and wet. "You taste like the sea." "I-" Any words I tried to form caught in my tongue as he tasted my skin, inhaling as he moved down my jaw. He exhaled, a sweet breeze, cooling my flushed cheek. "You're moonlight on water," he kissed my neck. "You're distant rain, clouds falling into the horizon." I laughed, pulling back to look at him, "What are you, then?" He shrugged, blinking, "I'm watching."

»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» He rested his jaw on my left shoulder and stared ahead. My glassy blue eyes met his as we looked at the each other through the mirror. "Now look at you," he said slowly, his breath hitting my neck. "And tell me why I would let that little boyfriend of yours have you all to himself." I did not have any words to reply him with. "The answer is..." He spun me around to face him. "...no reason. I would be a fool to let him have you." "I-" His lips gently silenced my protests, and his hands firmly held my wrists to the wall. There was only one fear in my heart as we both stood in the dressing room. 'Anyone could come in at anytime, and he wouldn't stop no matter who it was.' #168 - Adultfiction *RAW MATURE CONTENT!!*

During the flight, her tears dry up and she feels numb. She tries to pinpoint when she and Matty fell so out of touch with each other and there's no one moment that stands out against the others. They just weren't meant to be. At Their Very Best - Part 2

'It wasn't his intention to flirt with anyone today. But you seemed to have been sent by the universe for him to rile up a little.' ~*~*~*~ Matty boards a train at Manchester Piccadilly, expecting the journey to bore him to tears. Two hours and one sparkling conversation later, by the time he reaches London Euston he's formed a thoroughly unexpected connection. For you the opportunity of a lifetime arrises, and it would be idiotic to pass up. As more time is spent together, your connection becomes stronger and it has the possibility to become the greatest love either of you will ever know. ~*~*~*~*~*~

both endlessly denying what's wrong to make each other right. **contains smut, some violence and swearing, drug use (lower case intended)

-His mouth hung open in awe at her, he thought she was everything. She held his jaw with a hand and blew her smoke into his mouth. He almost melted - In which lovers become friends who become confused. -Explicit content- Started- November 2018 Finished- August 2019

January 2024. As the European leg of the tour for Being Funny in a Foreign Language is about to begin, Matty meets Ciara, a 23-year-old Film Studies student from London. They meet one random night in a random club, and their encounter could remain just a drunk conversation between strangers - until they're photographed together. When everyone declares them the new couple of the moment, why not pretend to be it? Ciara gets the exposure she needs for her projects, while Matty escapes the scrutiny about his relationship with Taylor Swift. Fake dating seems like the perfect solution. But will their feelings stay strictly fake, or will the line between pretense and reality start to blur?