She's Matty's 17 year old daughter. And he's Matty's best friend. Growing up a troubled child, with an unstable family - A mum who drinks and abuses herself with drugs, Nia isn't the easiest girl to deal with. Only finding out about her biological father a few weeks ago, she's determined to make him pay for not being around and causing her miserable childhood. And what better way than to hurt him by getting with his best friend? But can Nia just keep this fun? What happens when feelings are in too deep and the only person ending up hurt, is herslef?

-- LOVE -- Small word. But those four letters can mean the world to someone. Sometimes, You don't get to pick who you fall in love with. Love, simply picks you. You have no control over your feeling's. You can't stop them, or force them away. When you know It's wrong.... Yet, it feels so right. Matty's childhood has been constant moving non stop. Fostered into new families. Moving to new places. Forced to accept he doesn't belong anywhere. That no one cares. No one could love him. Until at 16. When the Jones family take him in. He finally feels like he's accepted. He knows people care. And he finds his one true love.... Della. ....................................... But she's the daughter. And he's now the new son. They know it's wrong. But they know they can't stop it. It would be frowned upon. Disallowed..... If, they got caught... / / / / / / / / / / / / This story isn't based on The 1975 or fame. He's just a regular teenager.

Devastated. Heartbroken and riddled with deep remorse. The only way for him to cope with the guilt, is to reply. Matty writes back to Natalie. But now knows he'll never get a response from her. .... He was simply, too late.

He leaves. And promises to keep in touch. She doesn't hear from him. The only way she can cope is to write letters to him - In hope that one day, he will read them and get back in touch. But will he ever return back to her? Will he ever read what she had to say to him? Or will it all be too late?

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 / / /

One night stand - Happens. One relationship - Tested. One child - Born. Two lives changed - Forever. L.O.V.E C.H.I.L.D....

Matty Healy - Famous. Arrogant. From the click of a finger, he gets what he wants. Girls fall to their knee's for him. He fucks them, then forgets about them. And moves onto the next. Sophia Jones - Just a normal 21 year old. Shy. Different. Driven for a successful career in life. She's never had time for guys. And seems in no rush to be with one. Until a connection is formed between the two of them at one of his gigs. But not all is as straightforward as you may think. . . . They're total opposites. In many different ways. The main one being - He's a womanizer. And she's a virgin. But will she give in to him, and be added onto the list of hook ups. Just because of who he is? Or will he realize there's more to her than just a fuck, and figure she's worth the wait? // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // This probably sounds like absolute bollocks. . . I am aware. But the idea just popped into my head. You get the jest of the story any, until I can re-do this.