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.

one the last time you slept here. It’s weird, but it made me feel… secure, having you all wrapped up

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. He hugs me tight and buries his face

eventually releases me and steps back to look at me,

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wrong?” I

what’s wrong. I’m feeling kind of like a jerk. You’ve had an awful traumatic night and somehow you’re still the one comforting me. It should be able to hold it together well enough to take care of you without

I’m really fine. A little stressed, but nothing really happened. Worrying about other people is always more scary than actually being at risk yourself. When Megan was about to marry Tristan I was waaay more upset than I

back. Or maybe a police station being ignored while I complain about vandalism and property damage done by some unknown person. Instead, I’m here with you, I’m safe and I don’t have to worry about cleaning up glass and blocking up my window before I can sleep.” Bellam doesn’t

it. Trying to make me feel better. But I failed, you got hurt. I didn’t

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.

bed 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 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

his own phone.

quarter past four in the morning.” He answers, then he takes my bag from the bed in front of me and moves it to the ground at

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

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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 and his brow furrows