You'll learn your lesson, but first you'll fall..

MATT'S POV


I made my way back to the hotel, trying my hardest to forget Amelia. I had forgotten I'd text El when I heard my phone beep. I took it out as I drove. It was Zacky.
'Where are you man? Haven't seen you at all since we arrived. Z.' It read.
I replied quickly. 'I'm on the way back now, see you in 5.'
I needed to tell someone what was going on, because if I didn't, I was going to crack up.
I parked my car in the hotel car park, and made my way in to the bar, where everyone was, their suitcases packed and beside them all.
'Matt! I forgot you were here with us, where have you been?' Michelle said, as she came up and hugged me.
'Hey Michelle. I had to run some.. errands.' I shrugged calmly, since everyone else was kind of listening.

'Sounds like serious business.' She smiled.
'Oh, definitely.' I said jokingly. If only she knew the truth.
'What are you drinking tonight, Shadz?' Zacky appeared.
'A vodka and coke would be good.' I sighed. I needed to forget that I was being a bad husband, that El still hadn't replied to any of my calls or text, had seen my text about an hour ago, and that I wanted Amelia.
Zacky and I sat down at the end of the huge table, where everyone was drinking and talking.
'So, do you have your suitcase packed?' Zacky asked.
I nodded as I took a sip of my - very strong - vodka and coke. 'I did it this morning.'
Zacky nodded. 'Cool. Um, can I ask you something, M?'
I frowned. 'Fire away, man.'
'Is something up with you? You've been acting really distant since we got here. You can talk to me, you know. Are you okay?'
I sighed deeply. Fuck. Time to come clean, I suppose. 'I don't even know, man. I feel like I'm a shit husband, really.'
Zacky looked at me. 'Why?'

'Because,' I sighed. 'Basically, when I landed in Germany, there were fans outside the airport, and this groupie came up and started chatting me up, but her friend told her to back away, because I had a wife, and the friend and I started talking.. She was outside the hotel today, and I was signing a CD for her when I saw a load of scars on her arms from cutting, and she said we saved her life, so I asked her to come to lunch with me, so she did, and we were talking, then when I dropped her back to her hotel, she said something flirtyish, which made me realise - I want to fuck her. The worst part is she looks slightly like El.. I know it's so wrong, but I can't help myself, Zack.' I had my head in my hands at this stage.

Zacky nodded slowly. 'Okay.. well, you're not alone. I felt that way when we were on tour and I was going out with El. One of the nights, we had just played a show, and El went straight back to the hotel, cos she was really tired, and I ran into a few fans, and one just stood out from the rest of them. There was something about her that made me want to fuck her so bad; I knew that I had El at the hotel waiting for me, but I still wanted her. Worst part was, she followed us for the whole tour, and I couldn't do anything about it. At least after today you'll never see that chick again.' Zacky smiled.
'Funny story,' I paused. 'Her and her friend are following us for the whole tour.'
Zacky's face fell. 'Oh, fuck. That is bad. Man, you're gonna have to teach yourself not to want her. It'll be hard, but I did it, so can you.'
I nodded. 'Thanks, Zack. It's great to finally tell someone. Please don't tell anyone.'
Zack shook his head. 'Of course not. That's what friends are for, right?' He smiled. 'Just be careful with her, though. She seems like she has a lot of baggage, with the cutting and stuff, and people like that can get angry and malevolent very quickly, ya know?'
I nodded. 'Thanks, man. She's not like that, though.'
'I hope not.' Zacky said. 'I also hope you don't end up fucking her.. she'll get attached, very attached. And as much as you're my brother and all, I'll be kind of dissapointed in you, being honest.'
'I'll be dissapointed in myself too, to be honest.' I sighed deeply.

'Hey, Matty.' I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around in the hotel room to see Amelia standing there, naked.
'Amelia..' I said, but was stopped in my tracks when I saw her stomach had a small, but significant bump jutting out between her hip bones.
I could feel the blood leave my face. 'What is..'
Amelia smirked. 'I bet you regret saying you'd give me the middle finger now. I'm 4 months gone, and it's yours. I have a feeling it's gonna be a girl - how about the name Eleanor? Or Val? Since you cheated on both of them.'
I inhaled sharply, and then opened my eyes when I felt Johnny shaking my arm. 'Matt! Matt!' he hissed.

Another fucking dream. I settled back into my seat on the plane, thanking God that it was just a dream - again.

'You had my heart.. at least for the most part..' I sang into the microphone, as we played in a huge arena in Spain. I had Brian to the left of me, playing, and Zacky and Johnny to the right of me doing the same, and Arin behind the drums. The stage was the only place I could escape my thoughts - I couldn't even escape them in my sleep, I was dreaming about what was going on. Being on stage made feel truly happy, made me feel like I was back in Orange County with Eleanor, before all of this Amelia stuff happened. I loved singing on stage, watching all the fans sing along, and their faces light up when I made eye contact with them. It made me so happy, watching them be happy, and making their dreams come true.

Before I knew it, the show was over, and I was walking out of the arena and out to where the buses were. I looked up, and of course, who was walking towards me, but slutty Jess and Amelia, who was wearing a dress which didn't leave much to the imagination. Fuck.
Jess went straight for Zacky, therefore Amelia was left with me.
'Hey again, stranger.' Amelia smiled, cocking her head to the side slightly.
'Hey.' I smiled, trying to be as short as I could.
'That was a great show. What hotel are you staying at?' She asked.
'The Hilton, I think. You?' I asked, praying she wouldn't say what she said.
'Same.' Her fabulous smile grew. No matter how hard I tried, we kept being dragged together.
'Cool. See you there.' I winked, walking away. Removing yourself from the situation, good Matt.

The whole drive from the arena to the hotel, all I could think about was Amelia. Why did she have to be staying in the hotel? What was I going to do? Was something going to happen?
When we arrived, her and Jess were already there, who funnily enough, Zacky was taking a liking to.
'I'm pretty tired,' Amelia said as she yawned, 'I think I'll go up to my room and crash for the night.'
'Same. What room are you in?' I asked, nearly weak at the knees in relief.
'543. And you?'
Of course. '545.'
'We'll walk each other up then?' Amelia suggested.
'Why not?' My hidden sarcasm intact.

Notes

convinent, isnt it..
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