Are We Just Friends? / / Matty Healy / /

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Parts 6
Time 1h 44m

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Parts 6
Time 1h 44m

&quot;I'm offering you sex and you're turning me down because you feel sorry for me?&quot; I raised my voice at him. &quot;You had no problem sleeping with me before you found out that Aaron and--&quot;
    
    I was cut off by a hand slamming down on the bar next to me. Startled, both Sam and I turned to look at the guy that was standing there. He was wearing tight leather pants and a white t-shirt, his curly hair covering most of his face.
    
    &quot;Excuse me,&quot; he spoke, a British accent lacing his words, &quot;While I'm sure you're talking about important things, I've been trying to get your attention for a while. I need another round of shots for me and my mates.&quot; His words were slightly slurred, and he turned to point to a group of guys that were sat around one of the tables in the bar.
    
    &quot;Yeah, sure thing. What are you drinking?&quot; Sam said pulling out four shot glasses.
    
    &quot;Whatever tequila you've got. And while you're at it, add another shot for the lady,&quot; he said gesturing to me. &quot;And love,&quot; he said looking at me now, &quot;if you're looking for sex, I know someone who would be interested.&quot;
    
    I scoffed while looking him up and down. &quot;If you're talking about yourself, I'm not interested.&quot;
    
    ~
    
    Daniella had withdrawn from her friends to deal with a traumatic event in the only way she knew how: sex, drugs, and alcohol. Throw in a famous band whose members are just as fucked up as she is, and join Daniella in her dark, twisted journey to self-acceptance and love.
    
    [This story will contain themes that are not suitable for everyone. Also you don't need to be a fan of The 1975 to enjoy this book.]All Rights Reserved

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&quot;I'm offering you sex and you're turning me down because you feel sorry for me?&quot; I raised my voice at him. &quot;You had no problem sleeping with me before you found out that Aaron and--&quot;
    
    I was cut off by a hand slamming down on the bar next to me. Startled, both Sam and I turned to look at the guy that was standing there. He was wearing tight leather pants and a white t-shirt, his curly hair covering most of his face.
    
    &quot;Excuse me,&quot; he spoke, a British accent lacing his words, &quot;While I'm sure you're talking about important things, I've been trying to get your attention for a while. I need another round of shots for me and my mates.&quot; His words were slightly slurred, and he turned to point to a group of guys that were sat around one of the tables in the bar.
    
    &quot;Yeah, sure thing. What are you drinking?&quot; Sam said pulling out four shot glasses.
    
    &quot;Whatever tequila you've got. And while you're at it, add another shot for the lady,&quot; he said gesturing to me. &quot;And love,&quot; he said looking at me now, &quot;if you're looking for sex, I know someone who would be interested.&quot;
    
    I scoffed while looking him up and down. &quot;If you're talking about yourself, I'm not interested.&quot;
    
    ~
    
    Daniella had withdrawn from her friends to deal with a traumatic event in the only way she knew how: sex, drugs, and alcohol. Throw in a famous band whose members are just as fucked up as she is, and join Daniella in her dark, twisted journey to self-acceptance and love.
    
    [This story will contain themes that are not suitable for everyone. Also you don't need to be a fan of The 1975 to enjoy this book.]

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