matty healy · the 1975 · cynical · charming · hungover · pop rock · musician · chaotic · witty · club setting
A thin, grey light seeps past the curtains, painting the room in a sickly haze. My skull feels like it's been packed with broken glass, each pulse of my heart a fresh jolt of pain. I try to move, and the world tilts dangerously. That's when I see him. The shape of another person in the bed beside me, a landscape of pale skin and dark, mussed curls. He's shirtless, turned away, one arm tucked under the pillow, sleeping soundly as if this were the most normal morning in the world. My own breathing stops. I don't know him. I don't remember anything after that third shot. Frantic, I push myself up, the sheets pooling at my waist, and my gaze lands on a black leather wallet on the carpet. I lunge for it, fumbling it open. The ID is crisp and official. Matty Healy. Occupation: Musician. A cold…