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.


13. chapter thirteen

Matt's POV;

Monday. This meant one thing, we'd have to go back to doing shitty work for shitty tutors.

I checked the time to see it was pretty early, which was a pisstake. I rolled over and spotted George dangling off his bed.

Trying my best not to laugh, I walked over to him, my hands going to his body, tickling him.

He didn't last very long until he face planted the floor, a groan escaping his lips whereas I was in hysterics.

"You're a twat, Matty." He groaned.

I helped him up after laughing for a few minutes. I grabbed my usual black ripped jeans, this time along with my black tshirt.

Once I'd got ready, I unplugged my phone which was recently on charge on the table next to my bed.

"Are you coming with me or are you meeting Adam and Ross?" I asked George as I stood next to the door.

"I'll go with Adam and Ross, let you and Tegan walk yourselves. I don't want to interrupt anything that may happen on the way." He winked.

I let a chuckle out, opening the door, saying goodbye and walking out down the hall to Tegan's room.

I knocked lightly and she answered instantly. The thing is, I didn't even recognise the girl stood in front of me.

It was Tegan, but it wasn't the Tegan I'd met a week ago. She'd changed.

Her clothes weren't like how they were last time I saw her. She wasn't wearing casual clothes anymore.

This time, she had curled her long blonde hair, which made it look even longer than it already was.

Her eyes had a tint of dark eyeshadow on, making her green eyes stand out more.

I'd noticed that she'd also applied some fountain to make her face look a little more alive. She was really pale skinned usually.

She was wearing high waisted skinny denim shorts with a white lace crop top, showing off her perfectly slim body, along with a green floral thin cardigan.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Tegan?" I winked, laughing a little.

"Your Tegan? I didn't know you had a Tegan." She laughed along with me.

"You look amazing." I told her, avoiding how I'd called her my Tegan.

"Thank you, you just look like the usual Matthew Healy." She winked, wrapping her arms around my neck, mine going to her waist.

I planted a kiss on her lips, pulling away and placing her hand in mine, walking to the music block of the university.

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