Matthealy Histoires

" I can't breathe " " Try "

"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

just when i thought no one could color me in, he came along with his box of crayons. *lowercase intended*

Here I write imagines about my favourite people from my favourite bands. Enjoy xx

I'd be an anchor but I'm scared you'd drown A Matt Healy fan-fic

---- CONTAINS HEAVY DRUG REFERENCES/USE ---- ---- I'm using characters such as Matt Healy from the 1975 and Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco, but this is not based around any of these bands. I got the idea from the Robbers music video, it just gave me inspiration. I might not follow the story line to that, but I will probably make a lot of references to it ----

He didn't know why he spent every night there, or why he left every morning with a little more self hatred burning in his chest, or why his eyes closed contently with each red line on his wrist. All he knew was the wind was blowing too loud for anyone to hear him screaming at the world, and the black depths hiding under the cliff looked so peacefull and calm, endless darkness he could easily get lost in, just like the bottles he's thrown there when he tried to numb his mind, like stars in the night sky that were shining above his head, he wanted to dissapear into nothingness, go to sleep and never wake up, but there was still that part of him that wanted to see the sun rise one more time, that one little part that kept whispering about the dust that stars left after they fell, and he didn't want that. He didnt want to become nothing but a pile of dust, forgotten in the darkness that he was diving into, and that one little thought kept him standing on the edge of the cliff, looking into the sky as it slowly turned red with the sunrise, only to realize he tried twenty seven times already, and never succeeded, and he wanted to throw himself off the cliff just to prove himself that he can, but then he felt a touch on his shoulder and by death he didnt know the body radiating warmth right into his skin might be the only (and maybe the last) thing he needed.

Her name was Cindy but he called her Sin. She was outgoing and honest, so why would he call her that? Maybe it's because every time he looked at her he thought sinful things. I'm REALLY bad at descriptions....

"Let's run away," She said wildly. He scoffed, "And go where?" All she did was grin, "Everywhere," © 2014 by tacoash. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I have all my ideas here, please follow the rules if you wish to use one. xox

Savannah Williams is not your average girl. She's a girl without a care in the world. Inside the bad ass image, is a heart of gold. She just doesn't know it. Matt Healy is the typical bad boy, from the leather jacket to the attitude. He's actually a sweetheart when one particular girl talks to him. He just doesn't know it. They have almost everything in common. They're both rebels.

Short Story to do with Matty Healy.

In which Jasper has borderline personality disorder and Matty just so happens to not give a shit; until he does. CW; Drug use/abuse, mention of emotional abuse/breakdowns, sexual content, foul language.

Martin Garrix FanFiction Romantic May contain strong language, drugs,sex etc Terrible description i know but please read and support my stories , feel free to chat xo

"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."

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a/n: started out as fluffy one-shot, grew into a love triangle taking place at a party. brains are weird. Maggie Allen has been dating Harry Styles for four years. They live together happily, dealing with the fame and money as best they can. Maggie and Harry love each other, reciting words of love from old movies.Tonight, it's Harry's birthday. A small event that nothing besides Harry's drunk antics should have produced. But Maggie meets a dark haired boy who smells like wine and cigarettes that she can't get out of her head. While Harry's drunk and hitting on blondes he'll forget, Maggie and Matty are losing themselves in sweet words and thoughts of 'what if'

Let me cut this long story short: there are some chapters I started writing, but didn't like, and then saved on my computer just to have it, but never planned on posting them. But as you all liked this story so much, I decided to upload some more stuff, and maybe, eventually, some day I'll work on a sequel. But this is it, for now! (: *** SEQUEL OUT NOW: Haunt || The Oversized Green Parka http://www.wattpad.com/story/12854198-haunt-the-green-oversized-parka-bastille-dan-smith

Sequel to 'Weight of Living - The Galaxy Cat Sweater'. Personality disorders, old loves, old friends, old stories, memories; the past is coming back to haunt them after they learned how to deal with the weight of living. {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975} [not continuing, for reals]