Strings of Fate

81- Pants and painkillers

As I enter, Megan whirls around to face me, she’s holding an armful of clothes that she appears to be stacking away and she stops mid–note of whatever tune it was she was humming. She looks surprised to see me.

“Ryann? I didn’t realise you were still here. I thought Bellamy must have taken you home already. Are you only getting up now? It’s almost eleven.” she rambles cheerfully. She drops her armful of clothes onto a large pile on her bed and pulls her curtain open a little. I flinch at the bright morning light and shield my eyes, groaning.

“Of course I’m still here. And I drank waaaaay too much last night, of course I’m only getting up now. It’s a miracle I’m up at all.” I grumble. Megan tilts her head in confusion.

“Are you really feeling that bad?” she asks curiously. I roll my eyes and regret the motion. Now that I’m standing up I feel a lot worse. Also her room is way too bright.

“Of course I am! Aren’t you?” I demand. She shrugs nonchalantly.

“Nope. my metabolism burned off the alcohol ages ago, and my hangover was over before I even woke up.” She smiles sunnily and I glare at her.

“Ugh. I hate you.” I glance down at my legs which are a little cold without the blanket covering them.

“Do you have pants I can wear?” I ask. Megan chucks a pair of comfy looking leggings at me.

“Your work stuff is over there. But I would definitely suggest a shower and a fresh uniform for work tonight.” She looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow and I sigh.

“Duh, but I’ll do that when I get home. I don’t start work til five so there’s no rush.” I check my pile of clothes and make sure my work stuff is all there. I have spares to wear tonight but I don’t want to lose anything. I also find my phone underneath the pile of clothing. I have three messages from Aaron.

Aaron- What time today?

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Aaron- Are you home?

Alpha Kane. Let me

I only just woke up and will let him know when I am ready for a ride home. I also apologise for

Let’s have a late breakfast together. I want bacon and eggs. I’ll cook!” She volunteers. Well if she’s offering. I’m not sure how my stomach will cope with food. right now, but worst case I throw it up. I feel sick anyway so it’s not like it can get much worse. I follow Megan downstairs after

marble of the countertop while Megan makes herself busy booking. I thought the smell of food might make me ill but it actually smells so good and my stomach

sideways, sliding my cheek on the counter. I can see Bellamy’s distorted figure through the glass of water he’s just placed beside me. I sit up and he holds out a hand offering something for me to take, a happy

the side of my throat, lingering a moment before backing away. I can’t help

enough to steal a piece of bacon. directly from the pan, probably burning his tongue in the process if the wince he makes

and Megan is satisfied with my description of what happened last night (definitely the watered down version because I don’t think I could actually admit most of

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office door is cracked open and I can see him glaring at some document before he sighs and signs it. I knock on the doorframe while poking my head in. Bellamy straightens up in his seat

better?” he

wouldn’t say I feel better, but I’m awake at least.” I pause

said it’s fine but I really am sorry about last night. I’ll make it up

was nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix. While I don’t believe there’s anything to make up, I am interested to

sorry you had to survive a

clearly aren’t suffering.” Bellamy smirks at me and we both fall silent. Bellamy looks at the door pointedly, I’m

door behind me. Okay I just need to tell him. Rip it off like a bandaid and hope for the best. He’s in a good mood