rhiannon stumbles upon matty at a train station one night in london. she's too clueless and he's too problematic. and for some reason they think they're the perfect match.

When you grow up in a small town in Northern England there isn't much to do.

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When a casual trip to a music store leads to bizarre and sudden meeting with a half of The 1975, Fiona's life seemed to turn in a completely different direction. Suddenly, she finds herself hanging out with a giant guy who smokes a lot, wears weird-patterned clothes and is annoying the hell out of her. And maybe, just maybe, makes her heart beat faster too.

in which a girl with a love for peaches discovers a movie she becomes obsessed with and befriends timothèe chalamet in the weirdest way or a girl and a boy meet over social media, how else would they meet? |social media fic| started: 22/01/2018 finished: 13/03/2018 [EDITING OCT 2021]

Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Book 1.5 // Missed scenes from "That 000000 & ffffff" Cover by @21duns

All it takes, is 1 digit from a phone number to be typed in incorrectly, replaced with another, and you find yourself speaking to the wrong person. But for her, It couldn't be anyone better.... If he admits to who he is and she believes it. // This is going to be dorky as hell! - I guess that's a warning. // Yes there's stories like this. Same story line - Not story.

Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Book 1 // "We're not a love story, darling, we're a cautionary tale." Cover by @21duns

‹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.›