Liliana Rose. 23 years old. Has a dislike of everything. Crowds, conversation, being called flower. She's scared of living. She's also very sensitive both emotionally and physically. A lost soul who needs saving. Matty Healy. 27 years old. Lead singer of The 1975. Charismatic and egotistical with it. A chameleon. Always high on life and other things of a toxic nature. Never wants to slow down. He's his own worst enemy all the time. He needs someone to save him.

Hi everyone. it's been a while since I've been on here, but I'm back. This is some poetry about my beloved Matty. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Hi friends. So this is my first story on about the Emo Lord, (as he calls himself!) Matty Healy. I don't know what will happen or where it will lead, which is a surprise element I guess. What I can tell you Matty will have a kind of dark/mysterious side to his persona in this story. I've had to do a lot of editing to the story, which is why I had to unpublish it. If there are any grammatical errors/mistakes, my apologies in advance. Any comments are welcome.

in which india chance falls for a man who would do anything to spill her blood {lowercase intended throughout} part one of three © 1975niaz

She was a wallflower and he was her wonderwall.

Celeste works at the Cosmic Cafe to pay for her rent. Andy works at the Temple of Venus to pay for her schooling. Celeste has just moved into a new place, down the hall from a compelling bad boy. Andy has a new regular at the club, with a leather jacket and a hard drink in his hand. Celeste needs to control her alter ego, otherwise Matty will discover her dirty little secret.

"Girls like me don't run away from home." Matty laughed. "Girls like you also shouldn't be talking to guys like me." I watched as he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke back out of his mouth. "Girls like you shouldn't have to be fake happy." A homeless man across the street had a permanent frown, which made him look very unapproachable. Every person that walked by didn't have a smile on their face, their mouths were in straight, flat lines. "I bet everybody here is fake happy too."

"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

Ever since I met him, he had become my whole life. I had no purpose before him. Now my purpose was him. And I hated that I loved it. I hated that he didn't feel the same. Or did he? WARNINGS: drugs, strong language, adult content

A Matty Healy fanfiction. CW; Drug use/abuse, mention of emotional abuse/breakdowns, sexual content, foul language. ** "Your thing is doors, yeah?" "I'm Matty by the way." "I'm Archer, what's your thing, Matty?" "Cocaine."