Hysteria - muse fan fic.

Part 11: So maybe?

I'm so so sorry everybody, Pretty sure those of you who were reading this are now retired from life all together. I basically got locked out of my account and only now have I got round to getting back on wattpad but WOW! To come back to all this feedback and stats ! You're all amazing. I plan on finishing this fanfic over the course of the following week so enjoy.

~*~ Chris' p.o.v~*~

What have I agreed to? Why did I agree to this? You could just see the hope in Matt's eyes. I couldn't now say no.... It'd crush him.

Perhaps I should just leave it. I wasn't going to actually consider it but it'd be best if they actually thought I was. I bid them farewell and stood to leave. Dom stood also, Following me to the doorway, he pulled me aside.

"Don't do this Chris... Matt's too overwhelmed to see it but I see it. You're going to walk out that door and that'll be that. At least...." He sighed. "just think about it. " By the look in those eyes of his, it was obvious that he was only thinking about Matt at this time. For some reason I begun to see things from a whole new angle, I really was being selfish, wasn't I? Muse had been Matt's whole life and I'd destroyed it in seconds because I was too afraid. I huffed in a tiresome manner and rubbed my jaw before finally replying to Dom.

"And if I promise it wont just 'be that'? I'm sorry, okay? I GET it now and I was a dick but at the same time, what are we going back to? " I questioned, fans would be watching me, watching all of us and waiting for a mistake, the press would be like vultures.

"Twenty one years of friendship... that's what, Chris. We make mistakes, we're human but the fans would support us. Let the press say what they say, they get paid to bullshit."

~*~ Dom's p.o.v ~*~

He was being so fucking dumb, so blind. It wasn't about the band or the music, it was about our lives and the fans and right now, about Matt's facial hair, which was now growing faster that ivy up brickwork. "That's what they get paid to do...." I repeated. Chris stepped back before pulling out a roll of money.

"Go then, book the local practice room for us. Two hours tomorrow. It's just a jamming session though. No promises, not yet." Chris ordered before leaving. Chris was changing his opinion... he wasn't quite there yet but he was coming around. I happily took the money and headed back over to Matt.

"Guess what, Matty boy?" I grinned.