Matthealy Histoires

Summer camp is every seventeen year olds worst nightmare, and that nightmare has just become Vera Blake's reality. Givemetherapyx © 2014

*"So, what are you saying?" She questions me, her eyes looking as hopeful as ever, a small smile playing at her lips, and her hair dancing in the autumn wind. "I'm saying I love you,"* An aspiring artist named Ashley Holborn, 21, falls hard for 24 year old band member Matty Healy. His career may get in the way, but they plough through the obstacles. What happens when it all gets too much for Ashley? The fame, the screaming girls, the media?

I hacked it. Shhhh she doesn't know. Yet....

Sometimes I think we're all just the same The same problems The same relationships The same dreams The same boring standard lives That was until I was shown I was wrong

"I don't wanna be your friend," he says with a desperate, yet husky tone in his voice. "I wanna kiss your neck."

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.

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

A broken girl Meets a broken boy But is it enough to fix the both of them?

"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

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

//i love you. don't you mind//

Loosely based off the Robbers music video by the 1975. This is a story of a toxic but passionate love that consumes Jenny to the point where she does not recognize the man she fell in love with, let alone herself.

it's just you and i tonight.

A Tribute to the band The 1975. After hearing their song Medicine, I decided to write this and it turned out almost perfectly.

They had been the best of friends for so many years, so you could understand why it came as such a shock to Matty when he found himself developing feelings for George. He didn’t mean for it to happen, but somehow, it did. Matty and George fanfiction. If you don't like, don't read. Contains swearing and sexual references.

"just let loose for once," he said, bringing a cigarette to his lips. "a little fun won't kill you."

I lost myself in a boy who smoked cigerattes and drank alchoal and wrote songs about smoking cigerattes and drinking alchoal and about a girl who he was once crazy about, the girl he promised that he would stay.

Phone wallpapers that I made myself. These are super random :P If you want them, you can have them. If you have any requests, just comment. ♡

"Why do you smoke that much?" "I just think it's impressive how this little roll of shit can kill me." Helena has lost her beloved little brother to cancer. She practically had everything before; amazing grades, loyal friends and popularity. But her rich, judging, rather famous parents tried to control her life. They still do. Now, her interest is death. It fascinates her. "It's not suicide. It's the beauty of accelerating the dying-process." - The quote she's founded herself, which she uses every time she lights a cigarette. About 10 times a day. Okay, yesterday it was 15... Ezra is the ultimate good-guy. He's studying psychology at his aunt's, who coincidentally is Helena's psychologist. Ezra is mesmerized by Helena. He wants to help her. But how do you help a girl who's locked herself away and thrown the key deep down the Mariana Trench? All the while she smokes constantly? "The day I stop smoking, my little brother will return from the dead."