Matty had just gotten off stage from his 4th tour performance. He was barechest and sweaty, his tattoos on full display, but he looked like an absolute hot dream.

You, his girlfriend of 1 year, was trying to reach him thru all the security and fans that were there. The 1975 had become extra famous, so it was beyond full.

He was beside the stage, the crowd could still see him, but I didn't care. "Where's she?" Matty asks some guards in his British accent as he wipes the sweat off with a towel.