// // okay, I'm starting off by complaining 😠 because The 1975 tickets go on sale this morning and this lass doesn't get paid till the end of the month. I mean, COME ON!!!! 😭😭😭 suppose I should be grateful as I've already seen them 5 times, but still .... This hurts! Badly. I've never not been to a tour of theirs. I went to their last one twice! I saw them in Sheffield, then followed them to Doncaster the next day... Shhhtalkeeer! 🙄😄
They're totally having my pants down this time! 😩
I'm praying they'll be some left on some third party site that's not charging an arm and a leg to purchase 😬
Anyway, if you need me, I'll be typing up this story aggressively, whilst ugly crying in my b-room, refusing to socialise with any human near by! ✌️
Pale waves though!!!! 😢😤😭😭 I NEED TO SEE THEM..... ok. I'm done. I think 💁🙄
P.s, if you do manage to get tickets, I'm genuinely so happy for you! 😊
Out of interest, has anyone seen them before? When and where? 🙂 // //
Once again, I was embraced in Denis's arms the second I was through her front door, stood waiting impatiently for our arrival. I sank into the hug, letting go of all the stresses of the fans, my feelings for Matty and the havoc with my parents, for a few seconds, that hug allowed me to feel like my life wasn't weighing me down and slowly destroying me. Almost like she was holding me together there and then.
Entering the living room, it was decorated to the nines. Balloons and banners taking up most of the walls, practically every one had the number three on, different shades of blues. The room was already packed full with new faces I'd never seen before. All sets of eyes fell on us as Denise guided us inside and cut everyone's conversations off to introduce us.
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Baby Daddy! °Matty Healy°
FanfictionA drunken one night stand three years ago, that's how it started. And Matty never finding out he has a son, is how she wants it to stay. But she's a fool if she thinks it will end that way.
