Strings of Fate

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Back in Bellamy’s room I keep my towel tight around my chest as I sort through my packed bag looking for the pyjamas I shoved in underneath all the other stuff. I find a pair of underwear easily enough. I drop the pyjama pants on the bed as I search for the top. Bellamy is looking at them with a funny look on his face. Somewhere between confusion and

embarrassment.

“What?” I ask, looking back between him and the pyjamas. I know they’re childish fuzzy flannel ones, but it’s not like the unicorn ones he’s seen me in before were particularly

impressive. What’s so weird about these ones?

“It’s nothing, just… I don’t know. You’re going to think I’m creepy if I ask…” He trails off. I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow.

“Ask what?” I prompt.

“Would you wear my t–shirt?” He blurts out. Okay, not what I was expecting.

“Why?” I ask.

slept here. It’s weird, but it made me feel… secure, having you all wrapped up in my scent. I could

I understand that. But I don’t particularly mind.” I tell him and drop the top. I had just found back into the bag. I loop my pyjama pants over one arm and grab my underwear then wait for Bellamy to dig around in his stuff and find me a top to wear. He drops a blue t–shirt over my arm and I step into his ensuite to get dressed. His top is so big on me

releases me and steps

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wrong?” I ask

the one comforting me. It should be able to hold it together well enough to take care of you without pushing my issues

really fine. A little stressed, but nothing really happened. Worrying about other people is always more scary than actually being at risk yourself. When

You’ve been here, you let me have my first bubble bath in as long as I can remember and you’ve taken care of everything. Without you I would probably still be sitting behind the kitchen bench hoping whoever it was wouldn’t come back. Or maybe a police station being ignored while I complain about vandalism and property damage

better. But I failed,

anymore. What time is it anyway? It feels late. Or early. I’m not sure. But I

to charge it in the evening before I went to bed. I’m not surprised, I didn’t even check my messages. I guess I won’t be catching up on the group chat tonight. I’ll have to wait to find out what Harry has done next in his attempts to rile (seduce?) the cute bartender. Bellamy glances

his own phone.

answers, then he takes my bag from the bed in front of me and

going to change into a dry shirt and I’ll join you.” He gestures down to the grey top he’s wearing. It has a large damp spot down his chest and stomach. Partially from washing my hair and apparently getting water everywhere, and partially because he hugged me and all my

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I guess people who normally sleep alone don’t have to worry about making sure the bed is accessible from multiple sides. There’s no one else to disturb. In his fresh