Okay so, hello!
I've just had this idea (I'm hoping it's a good one!) and I really wanted to give it a go, soooo here it is!
This is based on a song called 102 by Matty Healy from The 1975, and I'm basically so in love with this song and I thought the story behind it would be a good book, so I hope it does the song a littleee bit of justice haha :)
The song's at the top of this note, it would help if you listened - you don't have too - but it would make the story make sense a little more, and tbh everyone should be blessed with the amazingly talented Matthew Healy ;)
If you don't want to listen (you're crazy lmao) I'll put the lyrics below
*I DON'T OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THE SONG*
Well we're here
We're at the common again
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago
Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when
I'm arguing with you
And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that
I'm not half as bad as what
You've been told
And when I knock
At one hundred and two
And I see your pyjamas
I can't stop smiling at you
And that's why we're here
We're at the common again
I've been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin
Said well I, I
I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yapping on about him
But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself
I called you up
At one hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Talking about that boy
What was getting onto you
YOU ARE READING
102 // h.s
FanfictionHarry loved her, but she didn't love him back. She had fallen for his best friend. In all the late night meet ups, and cigarettes and alcohol, would he be able to tell her his true feelings?
