"She wears a frown and dressing gown....when she lays down."

"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

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.

in which an old flame reappears back to his life [m.h]

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?"

"I'm not like the others" he tells me sternly WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual contact and a bit of drug use...

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.

// Billie's always been in the background, but she's always wanted to sing. That's why when the perfect job comes along, a backup singer for a band, she jumps at the chance to finally get somewhere in her life. To quit her boring job. To meet new people. Everything's going great, until she falls head over heels for the lead singer. They've got their own demons to fight, but together they can heal each other. // published 2014

[The 1975 fan fiction] "Where's the fun in doing what you're told?" He asked with a large smirk on his face. The cool breeze sent his curly hair to move around as he lit his third cigarette during this ten minute long conversation. Clara shrugged. "I don't know. But if he found out, we'd be in some pretty big shit. You especially." Matty frowned. "Why?" "Because." She began, fiddling with her fingers and looking down. "I have boyfriend that is my brothers best friend, and I'm just seventeen." "Then dump him. I don't care about your age either, you're only seven years younger than me darling." Matty winked. Silence filled the air around them as Clara thought about it, wiping her black hair from her face. "Lets give it a go then." ****************************************************************** Clara Marie is seventeen years old and a huge 'The 1975' fan. One day, she's on the way to her friends house, passing the local venue where they happen to be performing that evening to a sold out crowd. She doesn't have a ticket as they sold out fairly quickly, but she wants to see the tour bus anyway, and hopefully see a band member lurking around outside. To her amazement, she bumps into the lead singer, Matthew Healy as he's having a cigarette around the back of the venue. She doesn't want to bother him, so she tries to walk away un-noticed, but Matty catches a glimpse of her and calls her over for a chat. There's a lot more to Clara than there may seem to be. Will Matt stick around long enough to find out everything about her? Or will his ever-growing fame keep her from being with him?