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

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

It's always been them two, and everybody knew it. The adventures of Sophia Davis & Matty Healy.

"Tell me something about you, Lace." "I don't like when you call me that." He raised his eyebrows, smirking at her attitude, "Why?" "Because it doesn't suit me," She shrugged, "I'm not seductive or even interesting in that matter. I'm just plain and simple, nothing special - certainly nothing like lace." He immediately stopped walking, which caused her to stop too since their hands were still holding onto each other. Looking her straight in the eyes, he shook his head, "You're fucking hot, Lacey. All whilst looking classy as shit. You're everything like lace."

"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."

// "I love this book so much! You are REALLY talented!", "Can't wait for the new update, already excited!", "Amazing! Omg please update!" // (quotes by - lauralisbon12, mattyhealysleftkneen and twilightissocool11) // // Thank you so much for all your praise on this! // I see it. That familiar sight I see every summer, the Manor. Set on huge grounds it stands red bricked and grand, silhouetted against the blue sky above. To my left I can see the lake sparkling in the sunshine and the lush green woods beyond that. But the beauty isn't why I come here. I come here for the boys. Every summer a new group of people become my best friends for 2 weeks and every year one of those people becomes my boyfriend for the holiday. This has happened for the last 3 years since I was 13 and every year it's more serious, more rebellious and more fun. Who knows what this year holds... // This story will contain mild sex and drug use //

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

Anyways, back to the plan. It wasn't a plan, it was a death sentence. He was my death sentence. I'm sure you've heard of the band The 1975. Matty has a bad rep, how could you not when you smoke weed and drink alcohol all the damn time. So apparently I have his mistakes from bar fights and drug abuse, but if it helps our band then I'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means I have to fake a relationship with Matty Healy.

Where I write all my dirty thoughts because they're too much for my "innocent" mind to handle.... YEAH RIGHT! Aaahaha. // Requests open - State who with and how ya want it // I'M NOT EVEN SORRY

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?"