Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

New Girl (Part 2)

Aris's P.O.V

I’ve learned a few things that may be useful.

1 ) Y/N is in the same dorm

2 ) Nobody remembers her

3 ) WCKD knew about our plans

4 ) She's remade her old friends

5 ) She has the same personality

I had to use this to my advantage. It wasn't much, but she's still in there. I just need to bring her back.

I have to bring her back to me.

So I need to remind her of everything she had. It was a longshot, but it was all I had. For now.

Hidden in the vents, I slowly pushed the cover out before rolling out from under her bed. Admiring her for a moment, I looked at her bed head, her slightly parted lips, her eyelashes and closed eyes, every mark she had, every scar, and everything. All those small things that I took being able to look at for granted.

Caught up in her, as I heard a noise I was snapped out of my thoughts.

Before I could overthink it I started gently shaking her. She groaned and opened her eyes. As they adjusted I guess I freaked her out because she tried to scream until I clapped my hand over her mouth.

“Don't panic, okay? I’m going to help you, but you need to trust me. Can you trust me?”I pleaded, ignoring my racing heart.

After a moment she nodded. Moving my hand off, I watched as she sat up.

“Who are you?”She whispered.

“I’m Aris, and I’m going to save you. You have to come with me though,”I explained.

“Come where?”

“To the vents. I’m going to show you some important places,”I answered.

“The vents?”

“Yeah. It's safe though as long as we're quiet,”I assured her, going back under her bed. Waiting for a moment, when she followed I gestured for her to stay close. Thankfully, some part of her actually trusted me as she stayed near, even making some turns to our destination without needing to be led. Hopefully, that was a good thing. I really think so, but with WCKD you can never be too sure.

“This is our very first stop,”I whispered, glancing down. Seeing it empty (as if it's never not) I pushed the grate off and flipped on the lights by the wall. Taking her hand, I helped her out before turning around. While refusing to let go, I couldn't help but smile as I looked at the cluttered room just covered in art. Some of it a few decades old while others go back centuries.

“What is this place?”She wondered, letting go of my hand to better examine them.

“A hidden room. Well, more like abandoned. It doesn't seem like much, but it means a lot to you.”

“Really?”She asked, running her hands over the frame of a painting.

“Really,”I nodded.

“How come?”She questioned, turning to look at me. Internally debating it, I had to choose between the truth freaking her out or lying to her.

Still, as she looked at me, expecting an answer, the decision was obvious.

“It's where you had your very first date,”I admitted, watching her expression change from almost deadpan to furrowed eyebrows.

“With who?”

“With . . . me,”I trailed off.

“You?”