Like basically if Matty was in a John Hughes movie. Cliche teenage scenarios and a lot of fun. I promise.

They say that lives can change from chance meetings. For aspiring communications student Rylee Pateray, one chance meeting sends her and her closest friend head first into the biggest life changing situation they have ever faced: entering the hectic lives of Matty Healy and his band, The 1975. This is the story of their transition from students trying their best to get by, to the girls behind one of the UK's biggest upcoming bands.

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

A Matty/George Love Triangle. Claire reunites with childhood friend George when she opts to study abroad in England, and their friendship seems to progress into something more. But when she meets his best friend and band mate Matty, she is immediately smitten with him. WARNING: lots of sex, drugs, and references to Matty Healy's majestic hair lie ahead.

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.

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My middle finger scrolled through the questions on my laptop, tapping loudly in annoyance. "Do you find yourself interrupted by sexual thoughts or desires as you are completing mundane daily tasks?" I asked him. Matty's index finger was tracing the square of his jaw now, which was atypically speckled with perfectly symmetrical stubble. I noticed every detail about him, the curve of his lips, the slant of his brows, the itty-bitty moles scattered on his face. "Sometimes," he answered. "For example, today, I was thinking about you in the shower, about how nice it'd be to fuck you against the glass door." I grinded my teeth together and clenched my hands tight. "Matty," I said, trying to be as firm as possible. "Those kinds of comments are inappropriate." Especially because I was imagining the same thing this morning, and for him to have been doing the same thing, it floored me. "You said to answer as truthfully and honestly as possible, Jones," he shrugged, toying with his hair. "My turn? Am I frustrating you, darling?"

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

Matty Healy was a very clever lad from the moment we'd met, and though it was indecipherable to me at the time-as a five year old girl-he would prove to me that he was perfectly capable of tearing my heart into unrecognizable shreds.

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

"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