Fighting On

T H R E E

Sorry, let me take a step away and backtrack. What the actual hell, some shady ass person from the pit (they know me as Red) has a personal vendetta with me so they put a note in my house?

That makes no sense to me, what about you? As I am busy contemplating what the heck this all means my phone suddenly goes off with a buzz. Glancing down at it the message leaves my mouth slightly ajar.

I see you... Without wasting anytime I quickly type back

Who the Hell is this? I watch the typing bubble go and my anxiety increases but immediately deflates when I see the response.

Babe its just me your friendly neighbourhood saviour playing a joke. That bastard. I quickly shot him a text sending him my address. I'm no Nancy Drew so I really need help figuring this goddamn note out.

When he arrived hesitantly knocking on the door I immediately pull him into the house checking the front lawn suspiciously.

"Woah Lettie, calm down I know you couldn't wait to see me." He says smirking. Groaning at the name I drag him through the house until we arrive at the kitchen and I show him the slip of paper.

"I don't feel safe." I say barely above a whisper.

"Well of course you don't feel safe someone broke into your house, knows who you are and it seems like they hate you pretty badly." He states.

"No shit Sherlock of course they have an undeniable hatred for me." I say.

"The house just doesn't feel safe anymore." I say looking around.

"Well you know who has an apartment, who is super friendly and would totally let you stay there until this mess is sorted out?" he questions.

"Freddy the janitor?" I respond in a dead serious manner.

"No me!" he exclaims.

"My apartment is nice, you've been there before and you can't stay here," he says motioning to the house "for at least three weeks." Just the thought of living with him is amazi- I mean awful. Living with an Adonis is awful. Mmmh awful, awful, awful.

"Well hypothetically, if I did live with you, for three weeks, you only have one bed so it wouldn't work." I state whilst fidgeting.

"I can take the couch."

"Yeah but it wouldn't work." I argue back

"Pretty sure it would."

"Bu-."

"But it's perfect and it's been decided you are living with me." He says cutting me off. Rolling my eyes I nod slowly accepting my fate.

"Let me grab my things." I sigh running up the stairs.

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I wake up in a bed that is all too familiar. I try to roll onto my side to get up but find some difficulty as there are strong arms wrapped around my waist.

Shoot. I crane my head back to see a calm Alec sleeping with his arms wrapped around me cradling me to his body.

"Alec!" I hiss not too loudly. I try wriggling but his arms won't budge.

"Alec!" I say a little louder. He still doesn't budge so I firmly push him back and his arms disconnect with my waist.

Ah. A loud thump of something hitting the ground gets my attention and I turn and look at the spot Alec once was, and I see him getting up from the ground rubbing his head.