Falling For You

Matt Healy, your typical guy. The type that likes to impress people, he'd do anything to get attention.

No matter how important the next few years ahead were, he didn't care. All he cared about was writing.

By writing, I don't mean the author type. I mean the singer, songwriter. He'd always had a thing for writing songs.

Obviously, he was one of the popular guys in the university he was now attending.

He'd taken a variety of subjects and courses for the few years he'd be spending in this place, one of the main ones being music.

At first, he thought the whole idea of attending a university was ridiculous, he didn't think that he'd get anything out of it.

It all begins to change when the year starts and he meets new people. He makes new friends, and enemies, but there's a certain person that catches his eye.


1. chapter one

Matt's POV;

Manchester University. The university I'd be attending for a few years. This was my life now, this was my home.

I opened the door, to walk into the empty room, with a couple of beds, that was my view right now. The walls were plain, the whole room was plain if I'm honest.

I placed the bags that were hung off my shoulders on a bed, claiming my side of the room before my roommate arrived, whoever that may be.

Part of me was just hoping it wasn't a girl. I couldn't be doing with having to share a room with a girl. They ask too many questions.

I sat myself down on the bed, looking around the room. I looked at the book that was placed on top of one of my bags.

I picked it up, tapping my fingers on the top of it. I flipped it open to a page, grabbing a pen.

I'd completely lost myself in writing when I heard the door slam shut. My head shot up, facing the door.

A guy around 6ft 4, maybe 5 stood there with bags on his shoulders, like I'd previously been carrying. He had a weird hairstyle for his blonde hair, but it was cool.

"Alright." He nodded.

"Sup, I'm Matty, or Matt, whichever you prefer." I chuckled.

"George." He smiled, placing his bags on the bed opposite me.

He also looked around the room, obviously admiring those walls that are so fascinating.

He sighed, sitting down next to the bags on his bed. Again, he looked around the room.

I noticed a drum stick poking out of one of his bags, a grin spreading across my face instantly.

"You're a drummer?" I questioned.

"Yeah man, I've been drumming for years." He told me.

"This is great, a singer and a drummer in the same room." I chuckled once again.

He mirrored the grin that was placed on my lips, looking down at my book that way lay on my knee.

"Are those some of your songs?" He asked, nodding his head towards the book.

"Yeah, do you want to look at them?" I raised my eyebrow.

He held his hand out, ready for me to place the book it in. I picked it up and handed it to him and watched as he flicked through the pages.

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