Be My Mistake - Matty Healy FanFic
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" Look at him" I chuckled with a wide smile as I studied Matty and Adam dancing around in circles with their guitars, practicing a guitar solo for tonight.
" Yeah, he's been really happy the last couple of weeks," George said as he looked in the same direction.
Matty and Adam were spinning around each other as they played with big grins on their faces. Honestly, it was quite cute.
" Yeah, counter to popular believe he can be a nice person if he wants" I laughed seeing as he waved at me from the stage.
" I know. All this time I thought he had just tired himself out from being a pain, but turns out his motivation to improve walks on two legs and has long brown curls."
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Rosie studies phsycology and moves to London to live with her cousin George to finish uni. She quickly finds out that George's flatmate Matty struggles with drugs, sleeplessness and moodswings - all of which she tries to help him cure.
He needs an anchor.
She's his anchor.
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#1 in mattyhealy - 18th of August 2019
#4 in the1975 - 18th of August 2019
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