Freya is an 18 year old girl from Manchester, England, her best friends are; Matt Healy, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann and George Daniel, also known by the music world as...The 1975. She has known George since she was 4 years old, so 14 years, a very long time indeed. But what happens when she starts falling for George?

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)

I never seen her talk but im telling you // She Way Out // || M.H. ||

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

‹The sound of heavy drums, guitar riffs and muffled screaming kept me awake yet another night. "You got to be kidding me", I groaned to myself as I turned around in my bed to face the small clock on a table next to me. 3am. "I'm going to kill 'em." Yes, I was talking to myself. Yes, it was 3am and the thought of another sleepless night nearly drove me insane. Yes, I was going to get up now. Yes, I felt quite pathetic. [...] Before I could overthink the whole thing I was already standing in front of his house. Ringing the door bell. Once. Twice. Still loud music. A third time. Silence. Lovely. A few moments later the door flew open, exposing a lanky boy, dressed all black and white and with a mess of hair. "Yeah?", he looked slightly confused. Probably he didn't even recognize me. "Right, if you guys could just please stop playing music for like two hours or just turn down the volume a bit - I know it's Punk and it's probably like super uncool to listen to quiet Punk but really there are people that actually go to school and can't sleep through the whole day ..." I kept on rambling a bit, I wasn't shouting but I was surely angry. Sleep was a sensitve topic to me. "You know we're not just listening to music, we're doing music." he stated as I finally finished.›

in which india chance falls for a man who would do anything to spill her blood {lowercase intended throughout} part one of three © 1975niaz