You stared at his brown curls from across the room. His stupid, cheeky smile beamed out around the spliff between his lips. His golden brown eyes seemed to search for a new adventure, a new girl to attach onto his neck and leave hickeys that taunt you every time you see him. Maybe it was just the weed in your system, but you swore as you stared at him that his beautiful face and entrancing eyes were beginning to affect you just like they affected all the other girl in the room. You must not fall in love with Matthew Timothy Healy, you think to yourself as you shake your head in determination. Matty caught your curious gaze but you quickly looked away, instead looking towards the backyard. A boy with a guitar in his hands and a fag dangling oh so tauntingly from his lips looked up and gazed right at you. A little smile played on his lips and you gulped. Well...might as well get laid tonight. You walk into the backyard trying to hide away from the curly haired wonder called Matty Healy who'd just caught you staring at him. Matty has been your friend since grade school. He's always been a sort of guy who jumped at the opportunity to fuck anybody. You sigh at the thought and sit down next to the boy holding the guitar.

" Hi.. " you managed to mumble.

He smiled softly, " Hey there. "

You smiles back and took a spliff out of your pocket, lighting it and placing it between your lips. He chuckled and strummed the guitar gently.

" So you play guitar? " you ask softly.

" I'm more of a drum guy but yeah I play guitar...sing a bit too. " He said back.

You watched his gentle calloused fingers strum along the strings of the beautiful acoustic guitar.

" That's so cool, " you say with a soft giggle.

He grins and continues to converse with you for most of the night. You guys shared a few spliffs and, of course one thing leads to another, suddenly you were kissing. His mouth molded to yours as he rested his hands on your side. His lips tasted of smoke and weed as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and explored every inch of it. You opened your eyes to meet his when he pulled away. His honey soaked brown eyes stared into yours causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

" Let's take this back to my place.." you whisper with a sudden burst of courage.

He chuckles and nods, grabbing his stuff and then taking your hand and dragging you out of the strangers house. On your way out you saw Matty, with a girl attached to his neck and a sad expression on his face.

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" Ugh, " you groan as you wake up.

You're in someone's arms. A boy. Who is he again? Oh that's right he mentioned that his name was George. You sighed and carefully slid out from between the handsome boys arms, making your way to the messy kitchen. Everything is covered in papers and sticky notes as per usual. You love to write. That must be whyMatty keeps you around, to help him write. You shake your thoughts away and push some papers off the counter and stove. You take out some food and began to make breakfast. You struggled to light the stove as it hadn't been used in months, much like everything else in your loft. You heard a grunt come from your bedroom and you figured the tall, handsome man had woken up. You heard shuffling of clothing and the gentle tapping of a foot before George came out of the bedroom, running a hand through his hair and smiling at you.

" Hey sleepy head, " you say shyly.

He smirks, " Hey gorgeous. "

You blush and look down as you make food.

" I hope this little fling doesn't make things awkward between us, " you whisper shakily.

" Of course not love. Everything is fine. We're great. "

You giggle and nod, serving him some food and sitting down across from him with a notebook in hand. You were about to write but there was a harsh knock on the door that startled you out of your thoughts. You gulp and get up, going to the door and looking through the peephole. It's Matty.

" What? " George questions and you realize that you've said your thoughts out loud.

" U-Uh my friend...Matty Healy. "

" Oh yeah I know him. He wants me to join that band of his, " George murmured to himself.

" Y/N dammit let me the fuck in!! "Matty yells as he bangs on the door.

You whimper and back up.

" Y-You should go George...I'll see you later but you don't want to be in the middle of one of our spats."

George frowns and nods, crawling through an open window and down the fire escape.

" See you later Y/N! " he calls before disappearing completely.

As soon as he's gone, the front door opens and an angry Matty storms in, a bobby pin in hand.

" What the fuck Y/N! You leave last night with George motherfucking Daniel, the best drummer in London and fuck around with him and you don't even tell me that you're leaving! I'm your best friend and you don't even tell me this shit,Jesus Christ what the fuck am I gonna do about you! " he yells.

At this point, tears are just streaming down your cheeks. You can't even say anything to retaliate because your throat has closed up more with every word Matty yells. You watch as Matty's features change from angry to worried as he sees your tears.

" Love...love don't cry, I'm sorry I'm so so sorry, " he murmurs, taking you in his arms and hugging you softly.

You're letting out full blown sobs into his jumper at this point. His one hand is rubbing circles along your back and his other hand is stroking your cheek.

" Please don't be upset love...I just hate seeing you with anybody but me. "

Those words shock you so much that you choke on your own cries and start to cough.

" W-What?! " you whimper.

He blushed a bit, " I-I "

" Are you telling me, that all these years I've had to deal you girls hanging off you, with you teasing me and putting me down, with you fucking girls in my bed all because you like me?! "you ask shakily.

He gulps.

" I-I'm sorry, " he whimpers.

Tears begin to make tracks on his cheeks and you break into giggles.

" Y-You bloody idiot! " you struggle to say between giggles, " that's no way to my heart. "

He gives you a confused look.

" T-Then...then do I get a chance to make it up to you and be yours. " he asks meekly.

" Of course you get a chance but it will take a hell of a lot of work mister, " you say, pressing a sweet short kiss to his lips.

As you pull away he tries to lean in for another but you stop him with a smirk.

" I'm not that easy to catch Healy, you better have a good plan because you can't reverse years worth of damage with an apology and a kiss. "

He grinned his beautiful stupid grin and murmured, " I swear I'll catch you if it's the last thing I do. "

And despite your earlier words, you knew that he has had your heart since day one and nothing was gonna change that.