An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Hate to Love

The first time it happened,

Everyone at the party was drunk and either calling a cab or passing out around the house. I was the only one left, so I looked around for my purse to call for a cab. I searched the house but I couldn't find it, the only place left was Bellamy's room, maybe Octavia had shoved it in there so no one would touch it?

I made my way up the stairs of the Blake house, my eyes grazing the photos hanging on the wall. Even though Bellamy was the biggest ass I'd ever met, he did love his sister. When I got to his door, I should've knocked, assuming he'd be with some girl, but I wasn't thinking clearly and I oushed the door open, bumping right into an almost naked Bellamy.

He was only wearing low-fitting, black, and deliciously tight boxers. Every line of his defined body stood out in the lamp light, his hot skin causing my cheeks to heat up when I touched him. "S-sorry," I mumbled. "I should have knocked, I uh, I can't find my purse and I need my phone for a cab."

Bellamy stepped back, a smirk appearing. "Princess, are you checking me out?" He chuckled.

The alcohol was definitely still in me as I wondered what to say next. Be honest or tell him to fuck off? Both. "Oh, fuck off. Yeah, I did, you've checked me out plenty of times. Is my purse in here or not?"

"Why don't you lose the clothes, along with the bitchy act, and I'll let you come in and look for it?"

I was hot, shaking from his words and proximity. It wasn't a secret that Bellamy was attractive. Hell if he wasn't such an ass to me the past year I would've wanted to be with him. My head was still swimming as I sighed.

I unbuttoned my shorts and oushed them down to my sandals. Bellamy gasped, not thinking I would do it. I pulled my tank top up over my head and let it fall next to me. "Now," I sighed and pushed past him, stepping out of my shoes and shorts. I looked on his bedside table and then over to his desk. I wanted to jump for happiness. I grabbed it, quick to make my escape. Bellamy would be bragging about this tomorrow, but he'd change it to make it seem like I came on to him. I knew him and I knew he loved giving me hell.

As soon as I turned to get my clothes, the door closed behind me. I jumped, but ignored it. I would kill him after I called a cab. While I was typing "cab service" into my cell phone, Bellamy's hands slid around my pale waist. Chills instantly shot out over my entire body and my knees started shaking. Shaking with fear, nervousness, and uneasiness that someone I hated could have this effect of me.

Bellamy took my hand and dropped it back into my purse then moved his lips to my neck....

That night was the first time that Bellamy and I hooked up. Afterwards, he had fallen asleep and I called a cab. But, it seemed like every party, we both ended up staying awake the longest and then we would hook up. Our regular dynamic didn't change though, we still argued, we still fought, he was still a huge asshole. We didn't have to talk to come to the agreement that what we were doing should be kept a secret. We both knew this and we both understood that the group would gush and try to force us together even more than they usually did.

It had been about four months now that Bellamy and I had been sleeping together, always ending up with me leaving. It was always after we were drunk and no one was around, but that changed night when he showed up at door, attacking me as soon as I opened the door to greet him. For three more months, that was our natural. After parties we hooked up and whenever I was alone and either of us needed it, he showed up at my door and attacked me.

Slowly though, accidentally, we had stopped hating each other so much. Instead of constantly fighting, we started laughing at each other's jokes. We started having conversations. Somewhere along the way, I realized what an amazing guy he truly was, I had a better respect for him and his life. He was an ass half the time, yes. But he also was funny, sweet, and the best brother Octavia could've dreamed for.