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?"

carrie had no way of knowing how much her life was about to change. she was a writer; a bit of a shut-in who had a hard time trusting anyone but amanda, her best friend and roommate. the new year came- who would've expected a worldwide pandemic? and who would expect to find Matty Healy as their neighbor? stuck at home in isolation, carrie is living through all kinds of unexpected things. but she's finding out... unexpected things can be good, too.

Wary of the decadence and skewed morals that her burgeoning music career might impose upon her, Joanna feels out of place at the rite-of-passage Notting Hill party her new manager has invited her to, until she encounters Matty - practically an old hand in the business, but sweetly untouched by their strange surroundings. The instincts and values Joanna used to cling to don't guide her now as well as they used to, and as the venues get bigger and the radio plays rack up, it becomes increasingly difficult to know what her friendship with Matty is really about. 'My ability to stay awake was waning, and I could feel myself dropping off, the darkness and warmth enveloping me. But somewhere in that liminal space, between consciousness and a blank stupor, I vaguely registered a hand finding mine across the sheets, fingers interlinking and holding it there, in the space between our faces.' (((* = mature content))) COMPLETED 19/11/20.

I give you this book that comes to you in three parts. The first Act is set in the year 2006, in the hallowed halls of Wilmslow Highschool. The second Act is set in 2013, shortly after the release of the self-titled album. And third, is set in present day. With renewed perspective on life. ~ Maple Trinity Hastings, or T as she's known, longs to find her place in the world. Being the only child of Alastair Hastings-an influential business tycoon, T has spent her life following her father's career across the globe, never staying long enough to sink roots. But after the sudden loss of her mother, T and her father relocate to their family home in Wilmslow, Cheshire. At seventeen, she decides to attend the local high school, hoping for a taste of normalcy. But her plans for an ordinary life are thrown off course when she meets Matty Healy, the boy with the sad eyes and silver tongue.