The Pianist [Chapter 1/?]
Title: The Pianist
Author: zetastation
Beta: ilurvebelldom (thank you hun! ILY!)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G/U (for this one)
Warnings: language and a bit of angst.
Summary: January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life. The worst day of Matt’s life. The worst day of our lives. Matt wakes up, but something is wrong with him.
Feedback: Oh! Always appreciated! *---*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse. This is a work of fiction and it never happened.
Author’s Note: First chapter!!! It was supposed to be published this Friday, but after a few requests I decided update it today xD I hope you all enjoy it, it’s an angst one, a bit sad at the beginning, but don’t worry! I promise you things will get better soon! :)
I thank hyper_bliss, bellamymadness and ilurvebelldom (she's fucking amazing!!!) for listen to my idea about this fanfic! I hope you girls like it and I don’t want to disappoint you! I also thank my Twitter friends @Asli_Dansk, @Neta_lichT and @pluginmuse21 for supporting me! I love you girls! <3
English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistake and sorry about that…
Read the prologue before chapter 1 :3
Update: Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 Part A
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“He woke up.” the Doctor said.
“What?!” I got up from the chair I was sitting on. I didn’t believe what that man just said. “Show me!” I ran towards Matt’s room, but the doctor stopped me before I open the door. “Hm?”
“I have to warn you before you go there.” He looked concerned and so did I. “You, better than anyone, know that Matt was seriously injured. He was knocked on the head and…”
“And what?”
“I’m not sure he will recognize you… His memory may have been damaged, you need to know it.”
“Oh…” That’s it? My best friend, the man I secretly loved, may not remember me anymore? It’s unbearable. I can’t believe it could happen; I can’t accept it. Even doctors can be wrong, right? I know he is telling me this just because. I know this kind of thing can happen, but I’m not sure it could happen to Matt. “I want to see him, anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“I waited for almost two months to see him awake; of course I am fucking sure!” Frowning, I told the man that. He simply widened his eyes and then nodded.
“Okay, but you need to wait. Your friends Christopher, Morgan and Thomas are already talking to Matthew. It’s not good to him have so much people around him.”
“And why am I the last one to know?! Why didn’t you tell me before?” Now I am angry! I am the one who slept every fucking night on that fucking and uncomfortable chair beside Matthew, wishing him to wake up soon, and that fucking doctor didn’t even tell me Matt finally woke up! I mean, yes, he told me, but after everybody else knew it. Really nice.
I waited impatiently for a few minutes and finally they left the room with sad looks. Damn it, I can’t believe something still wrong with Matt… “So…?”
“He doesn’t… Remember us, Dom.” Tom was the first one to tell me. I tried to not look worried, but I could feel that urge to scream and cry loud, run far away, and forget the world only because my world forgot me. I felt my legs go weak, my eyes get wet at the thought of Matt being scared of me because he couldn’t recognize me anymore…
“Please, Tom, tell me it’s a fucking bad joke…” I said gravely. Tom shook his head…
“I wish it was, Dom.”
“I am so sorry…” Chris hugged me and so did Tom and Morgan.
My world had crumbled down. I accepted that kind gesture from my friends, I know they are suffering, too. Maybe not as much as I am, but they are. Actually I’m selfish in thinking so. Matt is so damn important to each one of us, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without him. I know he is not dead, but… Oh, fuck! I need to face it myself.
“I will talk to him now.” I said after the guys moved away. They nodded and I took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.
I found Matt sitting on his bed, his pale hands squeezing the sheets covering him to his waist; his blue eyes locked on me, worried; his mouth half opened probably trying to say something.
“Hi.” I forced a smile and walked towards his bed, aware of every step of mine.
“Who are you?” He asked immediately, pulling the covers up to his chest. He’s afraid of me and I was afraid of this. My heart failed and once again I wanted to cry, but I didn’t.
“I am Dominic James Howard, an old friend of yours.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You know me, you don’t recognize me. May I?” I gestured towards that fucking uncomfortable chair I used to sleep every fucking night, taking care of Matt, watching over him to see if he needed any assistance, if he would wake up… He nodded and I sat on the chair. A silence fell on the room; Matt was looking at me the whole time, studying my clothes, my face, the whole me.
“Those guys…” He finally said after a while. “They told me I was seriously injured. Is it true?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“They said they are my friends, too. Is it true?”
“Fortunately, yes.” I smiled and Matt flushed slightly. “Do you know who you are?”
“They only called me ‘Matt’.”
“Oh, it reminds me I need to show you something.” I took my wallet out from my pocket and then took out Matt’s identity. “This is who you are.” I gave him the document.
“Matthew James Bellamy…?” He asked looking confused at his identity and then his eyes were locked on me again.
“Yes. Born in June 9th, 1978. It means you will be 32 in three months. We met when you were 14, on high school and we also have a band, Muse.” He only looked more confused than never. “I’m sorry, too much information, right?”
“Why I don’t remember anything?”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Nothing about who I am, who you are, where I live, what I do, what I did… Nothing.”
“Well… You were unconscious for the past seven weeks and four days. The accident happened on January 16, today is March 10.” Then I told him everything about the accident and what happened before. He listened to me carefully, trying to understand what happened to him. I didn’t tell him about his mother, I didn’t even tell him she was in that car, too. He just woke up; I don’t want him to worry about anything. I need to help him; it’s my duty as his best friend, even if he doesn’t remember me.
I care too much about him, I love him and I won’t leave him behind just because he is an empty paper now. He needs me right now, someone who can help him to remember who he is, what he does, what he did, what he wanted to do.
I’ll bring Matt back.
My best friend.
The guy I admire so damn much.
The guy I fell in love with.
***
Author: zetastation
Beta: ilurvebelldom (thank you hun! ILY!)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G/U (for this one)
Warnings: language and a bit of angst.
Summary: January 16, 2009. The worst day of my life. The worst day of Matt’s life. The worst day of our lives. Matt wakes up, but something is wrong with him.
Feedback: Oh! Always appreciated! *---*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse. This is a work of fiction and it never happened.
Author’s Note: First chapter!!! It was supposed to be published this Friday, but after a few requests I decided update it today xD I hope you all enjoy it, it’s an angst one, a bit sad at the beginning, but don’t worry! I promise you things will get better soon! :)
I thank hyper_bliss, bellamymadness and ilurvebelldom (she's fucking amazing!!!) for listen to my idea about this fanfic! I hope you girls like it and I don’t want to disappoint you! I also thank my Twitter friends @Asli_Dansk, @Neta_lichT and @pluginmuse21 for supporting me! I love you girls! <3
English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistake and sorry about that…
Read the prologue before chapter 1 :3
Update: Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 Part A
***
“He woke up.” the Doctor said.
“What?!” I got up from the chair I was sitting on. I didn’t believe what that man just said. “Show me!” I ran towards Matt’s room, but the doctor stopped me before I open the door. “Hm?”
“I have to warn you before you go there.” He looked concerned and so did I. “You, better than anyone, know that Matt was seriously injured. He was knocked on the head and…”
“And what?”
“I’m not sure he will recognize you… His memory may have been damaged, you need to know it.”
“Oh…” That’s it? My best friend, the man I secretly loved, may not remember me anymore? It’s unbearable. I can’t believe it could happen; I can’t accept it. Even doctors can be wrong, right? I know he is telling me this just because. I know this kind of thing can happen, but I’m not sure it could happen to Matt. “I want to see him, anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“I waited for almost two months to see him awake; of course I am fucking sure!” Frowning, I told the man that. He simply widened his eyes and then nodded.
“Okay, but you need to wait. Your friends Christopher, Morgan and Thomas are already talking to Matthew. It’s not good to him have so much people around him.”
“And why am I the last one to know?! Why didn’t you tell me before?” Now I am angry! I am the one who slept every fucking night on that fucking and uncomfortable chair beside Matthew, wishing him to wake up soon, and that fucking doctor didn’t even tell me Matt finally woke up! I mean, yes, he told me, but after everybody else knew it. Really nice.
I waited impatiently for a few minutes and finally they left the room with sad looks. Damn it, I can’t believe something still wrong with Matt… “So…?”
“He doesn’t… Remember us, Dom.” Tom was the first one to tell me. I tried to not look worried, but I could feel that urge to scream and cry loud, run far away, and forget the world only because my world forgot me. I felt my legs go weak, my eyes get wet at the thought of Matt being scared of me because he couldn’t recognize me anymore…
“Please, Tom, tell me it’s a fucking bad joke…” I said gravely. Tom shook his head…
“I wish it was, Dom.”
“I am so sorry…” Chris hugged me and so did Tom and Morgan.
My world had crumbled down. I accepted that kind gesture from my friends, I know they are suffering, too. Maybe not as much as I am, but they are. Actually I’m selfish in thinking so. Matt is so damn important to each one of us, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without him. I know he is not dead, but… Oh, fuck! I need to face it myself.
“I will talk to him now.” I said after the guys moved away. They nodded and I took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.
I found Matt sitting on his bed, his pale hands squeezing the sheets covering him to his waist; his blue eyes locked on me, worried; his mouth half opened probably trying to say something.
“Hi.” I forced a smile and walked towards his bed, aware of every step of mine.
“Who are you?” He asked immediately, pulling the covers up to his chest. He’s afraid of me and I was afraid of this. My heart failed and once again I wanted to cry, but I didn’t.
“I am Dominic James Howard, an old friend of yours.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You know me, you don’t recognize me. May I?” I gestured towards that fucking uncomfortable chair I used to sleep every fucking night, taking care of Matt, watching over him to see if he needed any assistance, if he would wake up… He nodded and I sat on the chair. A silence fell on the room; Matt was looking at me the whole time, studying my clothes, my face, the whole me.
“Those guys…” He finally said after a while. “They told me I was seriously injured. Is it true?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“They said they are my friends, too. Is it true?”
“Fortunately, yes.” I smiled and Matt flushed slightly. “Do you know who you are?”
“They only called me ‘Matt’.”
“Oh, it reminds me I need to show you something.” I took my wallet out from my pocket and then took out Matt’s identity. “This is who you are.” I gave him the document.
“Matthew James Bellamy…?” He asked looking confused at his identity and then his eyes were locked on me again.
“Yes. Born in June 9th, 1978. It means you will be 32 in three months. We met when you were 14, on high school and we also have a band, Muse.” He only looked more confused than never. “I’m sorry, too much information, right?”
“Why I don’t remember anything?”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Nothing about who I am, who you are, where I live, what I do, what I did… Nothing.”
“Well… You were unconscious for the past seven weeks and four days. The accident happened on January 16, today is March 10.” Then I told him everything about the accident and what happened before. He listened to me carefully, trying to understand what happened to him. I didn’t tell him about his mother, I didn’t even tell him she was in that car, too. He just woke up; I don’t want him to worry about anything. I need to help him; it’s my duty as his best friend, even if he doesn’t remember me.
I care too much about him, I love him and I won’t leave him behind just because he is an empty paper now. He needs me right now, someone who can help him to remember who he is, what he does, what he did, what he wanted to do.
I’ll bring Matt back.
My best friend.
The guy I admire so damn much.
The guy I fell in love with.
***