The Life I Had Before (2/?)
Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: a tiny bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: AU
Sorry for the huge delay, but school have been a nightmare... Hope you like this chapter :)
Matthew’s POV
I yawned and open my eyes slowly. I looked around in the room; this wasn’t a bedroom. It was my living room. Why had I been sleeping on the couch? Then I remembered, I had been out and drank quite a lot. I still had on the same clothes on that I had worn the day before. A shower would be nice, I decided. Just as I got up from the couch, I saw a small piece of paper lying on the table. It was a phone number and a name: Dom Howard.
Dom Howard… The name brought back memories from last night.
Dom was a bloke I met at a bar; though I couldn’t remember which bar. He was around the same age as me, with blonde hair and a summer tan. I couldn’t remember which of us contacted the other, but it didn’t matter. I had a great time. Dom was very kind, and the drunker we got, the more I go to know about him. Shit, now that I thought about it, I knew way too much about him. I knew about his failed relationship with a girl called Annie, his son William, his best friend Chris and how William and Chris had saved him from himself after he caught Annie with Mark.
Of course I also knew other things about him, like his favourite music, political stance, and what he had wanted to become as a child. I probably learned more about Dom in one night than a person normally did in half a year. Which lead me on to something else: how much did he know about me? I couldn’t remember saying something I shouldn’t have said. I’m pretty sure I didn’t mention anything about Resist; I really hoped I didn’t. Dom seemed like a great and open-minded guy, maybe I could make a new friend in him?
After the shower, I sat with my phone in my hand. Would it seem desperate if I sent him a text message so soon after our first meeting? I wanted to form a friendship with this guy, and fucking it up by sounding desperate didn’t seem like the best way to start. ‘Just do it, it is not like he is going to stick around when he figures out your past anyway,’ a voice in my head said. I looked down on the floor, the voice was probably right; it had always been right in the past.
‘Hi! I had a great time last night, and I would really like to get to know you a bit better. Maybe we could meet again? Matt’ I wrote and pressed the send button. Now all I had to do was to wait for a hopefully positive answer.
Dominic’s POV
I woke up with an awful headache. I drank way too much the night before. I checked my phone to find out what the clock was. 4:07 PM, I better get up, I thought. Just as I put my phone down a message ticked in.
‘Hi! I had a great time last night, and I would really like to get to know you a bit better. Maybe we could meet again? Matt’.
Matt…Matt Bellamy… That was the guy I had spent my night out with. I met him at a bar early in the evening. He was alone and seemed quite down, so I went over to him and started talking. A couple of beers later, I had blurted out my whole life story. I don’t know why I did that, it is not something I normally do, not even when I’m drunk. Matt seemed like a person I could trust, so I guess that’s why I did it. I knew quite a lot about him too, but for some reason not much about personal happenings after the age of twenty.
But I knew some things, like that he worked in a record store, he loved Italian food and lived in an apartment not too far from where I lived. There was something about his name that sounded very familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had heard it. Matthew Bellamy. I thought it had to do with politics. But he was a really nice and funny guy, if not a tiny bit crazy. Matt seemed like someone I’d like to have as a friend, and it seemed like he would like to have me as a friend as well. I smiled as I sent my answer.