During the entire flight back, Karma slept. She thought she'd be feeling anxious about seeing Matt again after that fight they had, but as soon as her back was against the seat's rest, she drifted away easily.

The anxiety came on her way to the hotel. The Munich airport was surprisingly far away from the city center, so during the cab ride to the hotel, Karma couldn't keep her mind off of what he said.

Am I really too career focused? I only have this one chance. I always said I wanted to have a career of my own. He knew that. He should have thought about that before falling in love with me. And do I still want that? It's been my dream ever since I could think. Of course I want it. Is it worth it? I don't know.

"We're there, Miss," the driver told her. His accent was heavy. Karma threw him a hundred dollar bill and didn't even bother to wait for any change. I need to see him. And now.

Her heart pounded like crazy as she got off the elevator on his floor. His room was just across the hall. Alright, she thought as she took a deep breath. Let's do this.

Her knuckles made a barely audible sound against his door as she knocked. "Yeah?" His voice sounded. I love this voice so much.

The door swung open. "Karma!" his eyes lit up as he saw her. Before she knew it she was wrapped in a tight embrace.

This time, she didn't bother to hide her tears. His t-shirt turned black and wet quickly from her tears and mascara. Karma originally planned not to tell Matt what happened because she knew it would be another reason for him to talk her out of it, but seeing him changed everything. She just had to tell him. He would understand.

"Come on in," he whispered against her neck, then softly picked her up and placed her onto the bed. "What's wrong?" Everything...

"I... My producer forced himself on me and..." She sobbed uncontrollably, shaking up and down as she tried to speak. "Sh, I got you," he whispered soothingly and pressed her face tightly against his muscular chest. His smell calmed her down a little.

"He's a fucking asshole, and I'm so gonna beat his ass," Matt spat, all while running his fingers through her hair. Karma closed her eyes for a second, feeling secure in his arms. She didn't feel like going into detail, and Matt seemed to sense that.

“Look, Karma, I’m sorry I called you all that. I was angry. I didn’t want to be out with our relationship, and then suddenly we were. I overreacted. I didn’t mean all that," he said softly. "It's alright if you wanna have a career but please don't put me or the guys second. I have a say in whether or not to go public..."

“It’s alright,“ she whispered, then slung her arms around him. It felt like coming home. “I got something special planned for us today,“ he whispered excitedly. “Oh, really?“ "Yeah, really. But judging from what you look like you should probably catch up on some sleep before we head out."

He's right. "Matt?"
"Hm?
"Hold me until I wake up?"
"I planned on it."

A kiss was planted on her head and Karma's eyes fluttered shut. Darkness engulfed her, and Matt knew better than to wake her.

“You know, I really missed you,“ Matt grinned, showing off his dimples as he led her to their table. After Karma called him that she would be coming to join the band that night, he’d immediately made a reservation at some show-cooking Japanese kitchen.

He was looking fantastic in his white shirt, and Karma couldn’t help but dream about taking it off later.

"I missed you, too, Matty," she cooed. He placed his hands softly around hers, then threw her another smile. He wasn't as disguised as the time in London since he had a deal with the owner of the restaurant that they would not be photographed. In fact, all people were searched for cameras just because Matt told him to.

It wasn't too bad to be seen together where the band had their concert. In London, it was so different. Matt had no reason to be there, well, other than Karma.

"Mister Sanders," the chef, a Japanese-looking man said with a bit of a German accent. He used his real last name, Karma thought, hopefully that restaurant can be trusted, “welcome to Gourmet Palace Munich. We hope you’ll enjoy your stay.“ Matt threw him a polite smile.

"Like you requested I will make you a bit of everything. And you said you're willing to be an active participant, right?" Matt nodded. He is full of surprises, Karma thought to herself.

"Well, then please put on those aprons and then we can get you started," the cook grinned, then threw them their aprons. Karma smiled at Matt, thinking about their conversation some hours ago.

“Aw come on!“ She screamed, then sucked hard on her finger. She used her good hand to show him her middle finger. “K! I’m… I’m so sorry,“ he laughed, but she knew he meant it, “I mean… I know I’m clumsy and all but…“

Karma kicked him. “How the fuck do you manage to cut my finger while preparing YOUR salad?“ She let out, and he hugged her tightly. For a second, the pain in her finger was forgotten. For a second, it was almost like they were at home.

“I love you,“ he whispered. "And I love you but I'll sue you for that!" They laughed.

The cooking passed quickly, and Matt took her back to the hotel.

“K! You’re back!“ Jimmy screamed as she walked into the lobby. The guys were all there, and they were wearing t-shirts with her face printed on them. Oh my God, I look so ridiculous, she laughed to herself, when was that picture even taken?

“We are SO taking you clubbing tonight! There’s this nightclub here called P1 and apparently it’s THE shit,“ Zack said, then Brian threw her an uncertain smile. “Can I talk to you for a sec?“ She asked, ready to relieve him from his awkwardness. She’d had worse men force themselves on her, after all. What little did an attempt to kiss her change if it was only Brian?

“Bri, I get it. It’s super hard for you to see me with Matt. I’m sorry you have to see that. I’m not mad anymore that you tried to kiss me. But please, let’s leave it at that, alright?“ Brian nodded, then threw her a smile. “It’s glad to have you back.“ A few seconds later, he added, “As my best friend I mean.“

Four hours and many drinks later, Brian seemed not to mean that addition anymore.

Karma’s head was pounding from all the alcohol, and her fingers were trembling already, a sign she knew very well. Her body told her to stop drinking and go to sleep finally, or else it would shut down completely.

Matt was sitting on the floor, laughing at some crappy joke he’d told himself. He was high as a cloud. Zack was passed out over the counter and two people from the club were trying to carry him outside, but they were failing badly.

Johnny was sitting on Karma’s lap, definitely close to passing out as well. “And then,“ Jimmy whispered excitedly, “I’m gonna run into the woods! And I’m never coming back! And when I come back I’m gonna be the fucking knife master!“ Karma, Johnny and Jimmy laughed hysterically.

“Wait, he really said that?“ Karma snorted, and Jimmy grinned. “Yup, classical fucking… Jason Berry!“ Johnny laughed. His body was violently shaken up and down from how hard he was laughing, and then suddenly, he fell down from Karma’s lap in the process.

“Fucking Johnny Christ,“ she shouted, making sure all people saw what was happening, “doesn’t even know how to fucking sit right.“

Jimmy laughed, then did some of his signature ninja moves before returning to where Karma and Johnny were sitting.

And then it happened. Brian. With full force. Karma never expected anything like this to happen, but when it did, it felt like all air was knocked out of her lungs.

“Hi guysssss,“ Brian slurred into the microphone. All eyes moved to where he was standing on the counter, one foot on passed out Zacky’s ass, the other one between his legs. The guys who had been attempting to pull Zack off the counter were now focusing on Brian.Wait? Is he fucking… standing on Zack’s dick? Karma’s eyes grew wide with shock as she saw exactly where his foot was placed.

God damned, poor Zack, she thought, then suddenly froze. Did he really just say what I think he did?

All the phones were on record - and they had a pretty damn good reason to be. This was breaking. Synyster Gates drunk at a club.

And then he made it even worse by repeating himself.

“As I said, I’m Synyster Gates and I fucking love you Karma!“

Notes

Hey guys!!! I'm sorry I had you waiting for so long but I went on holiday.

Hope you liked the update and as always, thanks so much for the comments.