Medicine - Matty Healy fanfic

Medicine - Matty Healy fanfic

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Ella is a 20 year old uni student living in London on her summer break suffering with insomnia and can rarely sleep. She meets a curly haired tatted man at a party only for him to disappear. She then realises they may meet a few more times after that. Slow burn story, Matty is less of a sex-aholic in this but still a massive flirt LOL Absolutely has some smut in this guys 🫦 Lots of references to songs and lyrics, also tried to match some of the matty photos with the story Characters Ella - main character Matty - love interest Jenna - best friend/roomate Mark - barely a friend, fancies Ella George daniel - mattys roomate Will - a possible other love interest Ross and Adam are also mentioned Jade - some gyal not important
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