"It's complicated." Gemma sighs. "It's really not, love." In which Matty is in love with George and George watches too much Nigella.

The good books says we must suppress The good books says we must confess But who cares what the good books says Cause now she's taking off her dress ---------------------------------------------------------- Matty doesn't talk. He doesn't look at anyone, even. Except Gemma. George talked. He looked at people, too. He was beautiful and glowing and everyone liked him, even the teachers. The dark purple bruise-like shadows under Matty's eyes told a story. His pale skin was always littered in bruises, his small, brittle frame always slumped. The brown and golden strands of hair on George's head shone in the sun like his smile. His tall frame towered over everyone, and his hands were large and veiny and held only the prettiest and softest of girls' hands. George loved breathing. He couldn't ask for anything else, for this is what kept him alive, and he enjoyed his life. Matty hated breathing. He wanted to stop breathing. ---------------------------------------------------------- A Catholic school AU in which Matthew Healy and George Daniel fall helplessly in love.

Imagines of The 1975s guitarist Adam Hann // R E Q U E S T S: O P E N // *Will do other boys upon request*

"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

"I love every bit of you. And every part of me loves you, but it hurts so much, I forget you don't love me back and my body begins to ache again. Is this love? How could it be? Unrequited love."

"I'll call you my sun, I'll be your moon." Solaris Black. Yes that was I. A photographer by day and a party monster by night. I've wanted to change from my ways but I never could until. I met Adam.

He put her hand down. "Oh, c'mon. You can't kill me with that." he said as he looked down and failed to hold back a small smile. "You can just-" He sighed, looking up. "-smile." *********** "Oh, for Christ's sake, he's in love with you, Y/N!" Matty yelled. "He's been in love with you ever since we met." "Adam, is this true?" She tried to meet Adam's gaze but he only looked at his feet and nodded. She gasped and turned to Matty. "You knew this?" He nodded reluctantly as well. "Yeah."

The year is 1975. Young, promiscuous and tenacious Jane comes home from her three-month stay at a mental institution to a home where she is not understood and to friends she does not have. When she meets her intriguing, handsome, and very married neighbor George, an intense relationship and infatuation occurs between the two.

Elly was still sorting her life out after the break up with George last year. She moved to London for a fresh start, but that all changed in a matter of time. (shitty description ☹ ) This is obviously the second chapter so if you haven't read the first, go to my page ❤ .