Matty has never appreciated love. Stella has never cared much for feeling it. But all that changes as they're thrown into each others lives before they even realize what is happening.

When Rose swings open her door and lets a stranger fall into her apartment, she doesn't think her life would be any different. After helping the lanky Brit, she gets pulled into things she'd rather not be involved in.

"I get that you don't like my type. But Ari...if there was one woman for me..it'll be you. I'll do anything."

The story of a seventeen year old girl named Juliet forced into motherhood at the age of fifteen when her mum couldn't bear the weight of her own mind, a six year old sister who loved dinosaurs more than people and a guy named Matty who liked Juliet more than he liked cocaine.

"Matthew, stop. We can't do this," I say, pulling away slightly. "Shh, yes we can, baby," he brings both of his hand to cup my face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my cheeks. "Matty, this could ruin our friendship, and ruining our friendship means ruining our relationships with the rest of our group." "It's just sex, Rose. It doesn't mean anything. It's no big deal," he shrugs it off. Little did he know, it meant everything to me. warning: drug usage and sexual content.

#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