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.

It’s weird, but it made me feel… secure, having you all wrapped up in my

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 it falls off my right shoulder leaving it uncovered. But it is comfortable. The moment I step out of the bathroom, Bellamy scoops me up in his arms, a little like his did earlier when he first found me hiding in my kitchen.

murmurs against my shoulder. He eventually releases me and steps back to look

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wrong?” I ask

still the one comforting me. It should

always more scary than actually being at risk yourself. When Megan was about to marry Tristan

been taking care of me 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

doing it. Trying to make me feel better. But I failed, you got hurt.

He looks completely devastated and I have no idea how to help anymore. What time is it anyway? It feels late. Or early. I’m not sure. But I am starting to feel lethargic.

next to my bag. I try to check the time, but the screen stays dark. Shoot, it must be flat. I probably forgot to charge it in the evening before I went to bed. I’m not

his own phone.

around quarter past four in the morning.” He answers, then he takes my bag from the bed in front

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 wet hair. I clumsily climb into the bed straight to the

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same thing I have and keeps his bed pushed up against a wall. 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 clothes, Bellamy climbs into bed beside me