at thirteen years old, seeing how a british twink with dark curls got shot in the stomach while robbing a shop with his friends and gf was sorta spiritual experience
i remember everything. i don’t want to remember but at the same time i kind of do. i hate it because i know i no longer have you to talk to everyday, and we will never get to do the things we talked about for hours, we’ll never have that big house we talked about with an even bigger garden all to ourselves and our dogs after we travelled the world together. but i also want to remember because those conversations were my only source of happiness for a while but it hurts knowing they didn’t mean as much to you as they did to me. you always told me you didn’t have good memory, i always told you i did, when it comes to things i cared about anyway. so whatever happened i was bound to be the more hurt one either way. sure, i can get over you, and i did. but i can’t get over the version of you i first knew. no more good mornings and good nights.
A pretty detailed explanation of the entire story that unfolds between multiple songs by the 1975.
Okay so no one i know irl wants to hear this so i’m just gonna yap about it here and hope that someone sees it.
So it all starts with “an encounter”. The song itself, is a beautiful instrumental which slowly builds up, and then eventually, fades out. It’s meant to represent love at first sight between our two characters.
The next song is “robbers”, which talks about their relationship and its strange and complicated nature and how even though they’re going through really weird stuff together, they’re still gonna stick with eachother.
Now, moving on to the next album, the next song is “a change of heart” which is pretty self explanatory. it talks about about how he had a change of heart and realised that he’s actually not as in love with her as he thought he was. The songs lyrics reference lyrics from songs from the previous album multiple times.
Examples:
“you used to have a face straight out of a magazine now you just look like anyone” - a change of heart
“she had a face straight out a magazine” - robbers
“i never found love in the city” - a change of heart
“yeah you wanna find love, then you know where the city is” - the city
“you played a part, this is how it starts” - a change of heart
“this is how it starts” - sex
For two albums, there was no continuation to this story. Until “being funny in a foreign language” came out in october 2022. This album has a ton of bangers, however there is really only one song that relates to this story. It’s called “about you”. This song talks about how even after they broke up, and all these years have passed, he still thinks about her. all the time. the song has a very obvious theme as the most repeated lyric in the song is “do you think i have forgotten about you?”. We do also get a verse from the girls perspective in this song, but it mostly just says the same stuff that the rest of the song says and basically also say that she misses matty and thinks about him a lot all the time.
somedays i feel weak. somedays i feel tired. somedays i look at the words i have written and they make sense, but i dont feel their passion or their bravery. i have a bad tendency of only talking about the days that i feel the best and im embarassed by the days i feel grey and empty. those days are there though. those days happen. im scared that if i talk about them people will worry and talk about me. there isnt anything to talk about though. im not the same person everyday. i change. like the moon i grow and fall into myself. im always there, but at times you will only see certain pieces of me, because i am not proud of all that i am.
This is.... interesting.... so um please dont take it seriously. There is nothing weird or nsfw about this. Just your average cringy 2014 style fanfiction.
PLEASE IGNORE ANY SPELLING OR PUNCTUATION MISTAKES I WROTE THIS AT THREE AM.
During the night, i was sleeping peacefully in my king sized bed, but in the morning, my mothers harsh and shallow voice awakened me. "Wake up you waste of space" she screamed. It didnt bother me. i have been allowing it to happen for years, me letting her treat me like shit i mean. It doesnt hurt me anymore. I get up and i go to the bathroom to wash up. As i stare into the mirror i notice all the imperfections in my skin. The deep gash of my forehead from when i had a huge pimple and just couldnt leave it alone, the multiple scars on my nose from peeling my skin too much in the summer when i got sunburned, the millia under my eye that is very permanently injured and scarred from when i was 12 and thought it was a pimple... Im so different than all the other girls... They all have glass skin and look like if Serena Van der Woodsen and Taylor Swift had a lovechild that was raised by Blair Waldorf. Yet here i was, imperfect and unloved, still feeling happy about who i was.
After i was done with all that daily philosophical thinking, i threw my long, blonde hair in a messy bun, wore my favourite band t-shirt, my "the 1975" muscle tank. I bought it after i saw taylor swift wearing it even though i absolutely love the 1975. I wear a pair of boho themed patterned leggings, and my high top uggs. I gaze into my shining blue orbs in the mirror and decide that today will be a day where i actually wear a bit of makeup. Unlike other girls, i dont need to wear makeup to feel pretty, i have found a source of happiness very deep in me that no one can ever truly take away.
"Autumn Raine!!!!! Come down RIGHT NOW!!!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I sighed, breathing away all those thoughts that had occured to me while i was zoning out while looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. "Cominggg!!" i said back, my voice soft and feminine. As i walked down the stairs, i saw four men sitting on our couch. For a second i thought my mom was making me go to casting for a COMPLEEEEETELY different thing, but then i remembered, im still her daughter and she probably wouldnt want that to happen right in front of her. However, after a close inspection, i figured out who the four unknown men sitting on our couch were, and how they werent so unknown after all....
"Matty, Adam, George and Ross?!?!?!" I say in surprise. "What the actual hell is the 1975 doing on my couch??" I think. "We are here for a very special reason, George says, his voice thick and coarse. He doesnt talk much but i bet that when he does, people listen. "We are here for you, actually" The small one says, his voice somehow both high and low pitched at the same time, "Im Matty, Matty Healy." He states and extends his hand for me to shake. "I know.. heh" I answer back shyly and shake his hand. He gives me a smile. "Your mother contacted us and said you guys were running low on money and that she needed to get rid of you asap" Adam continues, his voice more deeper than i expected based on how thin and zesty he looks. "Why would you pick me?" i asked, geniuenly wondering. "well," George says, his voice cold and mysterious, "it is quite a long story, according to our research, you are...." he stops abruptly. "i am what? Come on you cant just stop in the middle of that" i shout. "My sister." He states and looks to the side as if he is trying to hide his face. "Oh." i say, as it is all i manage to get out of me. "Am i seriously directly related to my favourite band?!?!?" I think, but it doesnt take long before my train of thought gets interrupted by George again. "My paren-" He stops. "Our parents, they couldnt afford to have another kid after they had me." He starts explaining. "Mom didnt have another option than to give birth to you, then give you away.. So thats exactly what she did." He sighs. "So, my- my- my mother is-is-is not my- my- my actual mom?" I say and my voice come out sounding more sad than how im actually feeling. "No, honey" My mom says. "Dont you "Honey" me, you have never been nice to me in my life. Now suddenly youre all nice and loving. Youre so fake" I say. My mom stands up, and raises her hand as if shes going to slap me. I close my eyes and prepare for the slap. Sure, ive been slapped by her before, but never infront of guests. Especially infront of actually important people. I brace myself for the slap, but the slap never came. Instead, i open my eyes and see.... a back? Its a weird pattern of a colorful floral thin button up shirt. (See picture for exact pattern hehe see what i did there lol)
"You will not touch our property." a voice said, that i later realised to be Matty. (writers note: that single line took me ten minutes to write because its so cringe i physically couldnt bring myself to write it) "Oh- so sorry." said my mother. I gave her a snyde look that i just knew annoyed her so much. Matty turned around, "Are you okay love?" He said. "Oh- oh um yeah its alright." I said and giggled. "Shall we go?" Ross suggested and slowly, all of them got up from the couch. "Wait," i said, worryingly "I havent even packed my stuff yet. i didnt know i would be getting out of here permanently." I say, pleading for some time to pack. "Okay go on," Matty said, "We need to have a chat with your mother." I nod. As im going up to my room, i hear Matty and George talking to my mom about how shes never gonna be able to contact me again and how no matter how badly she needs money she should never try to contact me or any of them for any reason. I went up to my room and started packing. "All those band shirts...." I thought. There was no way i would fit all of them in my duffel bag. I just took my all-time favourites. The 1975, Halsey (ironic i know), Arctic monkeys, Marina and the diamonds, taylor swift, the strokes, G-easy, and finally, The Neighbourhood. I grabbed my big pile of skinny jeans and urban outfitters jewellery, a couple of my cds from my collection, and any sort of actually valuable merch i had. I ran down the stairs, i tripped, and started rolling down the stairs, when i felt a pair of arms catch me. "Woah there!" Matty said, and gave me a side smile. (this just took 10 years off my lifespan). I smiled shyly. "Im so clumsy." I complains. "Me too" Says Matty and gives me a wink. I blush. "Shall we go?" Says Ross. "Of course." I reply. "Dont you want to say goodbye to your mother?" He asks. "Shes not my mother, and no, not really." I say and give her a sneaky look and smile. She looked furious. i didnt care. i was way past that now that i discovered that my all time favourite people loved me too, nothing mattered anymore.
And thats how my story with the 1975 started...
Ending thoughts: i swaer to god this thing just took 20 years off my lifespan i have never physically cringed so hard while doing something. Some parts took me like half an hour to finish because i couldnt bring myself to actually write what i had in my mind. but hope i made lots of people cringe. Anyways, lots of love, gooooooodbyeeeee.
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