thekeyholder91 | Someone Special

Title: Someone Special part 11. I'll Be Waiting for You
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
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Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
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Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
So...the last part. I'm sorry it took me so long to finish it, but here it is! My second finished series! :D Almost the whole story was based on that last scene in the end that I picture when listening to the song. Enjoy!

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Someone Special – part 11. I’ll Be Waiting for You

DOMINIC

Next time I see Tom, I’ll beat him up. I’m serious. He let me think that this last dream would be something magnificent! Instead, we’re dying. Or something similar, but we’re not resisting much. I can barely sit on my camel – I’m leaned forward and hugging the animal's long neck. Every inhalation is torture, but I tell myself that I must resist. I open my eyes, just narrowly, and if I’m not wrong there’s something glistening in the distance!

“Matt, I think there’s some water in front of us! Maybe it’s an oasis,” I exclaim with raspy voice.

He squeezes my hand excitedly. “I think I can see it too! I really hope it’s not a mirage!”

It’s our last hope, we both know it. The camels are floundering and I encourage mine with kind words and strokes. The idyll grows bigger and bigger – the small lake is surrounded by verdant palm trees, swaying subtly in the evening breeze. We get off the camels in the last metres and run hand in hand to the lake, dropping to our knees. The water is clear and delicious and we laugh while bringing it to our mouths. The camels arrive too and stick their tongues in the water lazily. I think they would have carried on without problems for days.

After appeasing my thirst, I splash a little water on my face and when I open my eyes Matthew is looking at me.

“Do you feel better now?” he asks quietly and I nod.

He comes closer and presses his cool hands on my cheeks and then down to the side of my neck while I just close my eyes and sigh with satisfaction. The faint sound is captured by his lips, slowly sealing mine and once again reminding me how much I wanted this. I put my hands around his neck and bring him closer, opening my mouth at the same time. Our kiss lasts long and spreads fire in my whole body, yet when we part I feel refreshed.

Matthew smiles and undoes his turban, looking at the lake and then at me questioningly. A dip in the pure waters would be perfect, so I grin back at him and take off my sandals. However, when Matthew tests the water with his hand, its surface starts whirling and we flinch, watching it with wide eyes.

Suddenly, the water shows us random images: Matthew sitting in a café and I peer at him from outside. He jumps up in surprise and topples down his cup which is filled with fire. The fire covers everything, even me.

“This was the first dream!” we both shout in recognition.

The water then shows us children running with balloons and an old men with a silver umbrella walking past a bench where I’m sitting, close to the well where I once threw in a coin and wished that I’d meet Matt in reality. I look at my wristwatch and it’s almost ten o’clock when I look up to see Matthew rushing towards me.

“Do you know where this park is?” I ask Matt.

He nods. “Tomorrow, ten o’clock.”

“Great, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Matthew leans in and presses a last kiss on my mouth. I know he’ll be there.

MATTHEW

I wake up with a start and search for my phone. I really hope I’m not late, oh my Newton, I really don’t want to be late from our first meeting! It’s 7:50. Great, I have time for everything: a nice shower and a relatively calm breakfast – okay, not really: there’s a storm inside my stomach. The really difficult part is choosing an outfit. Should I dress in jeans? That’s not really my style. I think I’ll settle for my dark blue suit. Which shirt would go better? Hmm. Dom seems to have a better fashion sense than I do, so even more the reason to impress him.

“I’d go with the white shirt,” mum says as she peeks into my room.

“The white one it is then,” I say and put the pale blue shirt back in the wardrobe.

“Trying to impress somebody?” Mum asks with a knowing smile.

I wonder if there’s any point in denying it. Probably not. “I met someone.”

“I’m so happy for you!” Mum says enthusiastically as she opens the window. “Is it your first date?”

I hesitate. “Kind of…but we’ve known each other for some time.”

“What’s her name?”

“Um…his name’s Dominic,” I say and bite my lower lip anxiously.

“Oh…I didn’t know you…” Mum says, confused, and gesticulates with her hands.

“Neither did I!” I exclaim and grin at Mum’s even more surprised expression.

* * * * *

I remember my promise to Tom and call him as soon as I leave the house.

“Good morning, Matt! How are you?”

He’s speaking to me as slyly as if I had intercourse last night.

“Nervous. By the way, the last dream wasn’t that great,” I say reproachfully, as if Tom promised us pink perfect dreams. “We almost died in a desert!”

“But you didn’t, so don’t sulk like a little boy! Also, I guess you got a clue where to meet?” Tom changes the subject smoothly.

“Yes, yes, at ten o’clock. I’m placing my faith in chance…I think I’m going to pass out!”

“Now, now, you’re not allowed to do that until you meet Dominic. Everything will be fine, Matthew, you’ll see.”

I breathe in deeply. “Yes, I know. Thanks, Tom. You’re the best!”

DOMINIC

I check myself for the hundredth time in the mirror. Damn that hair in the back, why is it standing up? I want to look perfect! Is that a pimple on my forehead? Why today?! I arrange my hair so that it covers it and I finally step out of my apartment. Saying that I am excited is an understatement. I even run a bit, even though I arrive earlier. Good thing that I opted for my leather jacket, because a cool morning greets me today.

I sit down on the bench that appeared in that vision and look in every direction. Calm down, Dom, it’s just 9:45. A pleasant fragrance lingers in the air and I get up and walk around to waste some time. It’s 9:57 and I return to my bench. Suddenly, some children run in front of me with balloons. A minute later I notice the old man with the silver umbrella. He’s very close, I can feel him. I look at my wristwatch and it’s ten o’clock.

I can see the silhouette of a man in the distance and I’m quite sure it’s him, so I start running and he does the same. We meet at halfway and stop slowly, smiling shyly, still not believing that after so many weeks we meet in real life too. I reach out and touch his face with my trembling hand. We lean in and even though technically this is not our first kiss, it’s even more magical than the one we shared in the last dream.

Matthew puts one of his hands on my nape, the other one in my hair and I can feel his warm, familiar perfume. My tongue urges his mouth to open and my hands roam on his back, clutching at his coat tightly, jolts of pleasure running through my body. The world is spinning and my head feels dizzy, but this is the best feeling in the world.

Someone whistles at us and when I look away I see it’s a guy on a skateboard who winks at us. We smile at each other and I press a short kiss on Matthew’s lips. He hugs me tightly, taking me by surprise, but my hands soon encircle his waist and I put my cheek on his neck, surprised by the hot skin I find there. I inhale deeply that wonderful scent of his which makes me giddy and hug him even more tightly in the hope of remembering this moment forever.

We let each other go and stand there awkwardly, neither of us sure what to do next. Finally, Matt extends his hand and says: “I believe we haven’t met properly yet. My name is Matthew Bellamy.”

I chuckle and shake his hand saying: “I’m Dominic Howard.”

“Very pleased to meet you. Dominic, would you join me for a coffee?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I say and flutter my eyelashes seductively.

Matthew leans in for a small kiss (feels good to be the taller guy at last!) and we stroll through the park arm in arm as if we’d known each other for years.

I think Matthew agrees with me that neither of us expected this to happen. Meeting in dreams, actually going on dates in the most exotic places…wow. I couldn’t have wished for anything better. I’m astonished and grateful and incredibly happy that I finally found my someone special.

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