-bellarke fanfiction-
"Come here," he held out his hand. I had been on the rooftop many times, but I had never sat or stood on the ledge. It was like a death sentence. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay?"
I answered by taking his hand in...
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"You can stay the night, princess," Bellamy offered.
"Thank you," I said. "For the help tonight," I clarified.
His facial expression only changed a little bit as his eyebrows simply furrowed like he was trying to understand something. "Sure thing."
Silence sedated the room completely and we were both just standing in the middle of the room, staring awkwardly at each other.
"Anyways...," I started. "I'll head to the guest room."
"Wait," he stopped me when I got to the door. "What happened in Polis?"
I dreaded that question. Dreaded.
I took a deep breath. "Finn...he....he cheated on me. With Raven. I mean there's so surprise there because it's nothing Finn didn't already tell you...," I nervously explained. "It sucked," I muttered, my eyes tearing up at the painful memory.
Bellamy's face contorted in sympathy. "I'm really fighting the urge to just go back there and beat the living shit out of him," his jaw clenched and his fists were balled.
"Don't worry about it, Bell. I've moved on," I tried to convince myself, wiping my eyes if any tears.
He knew that I didn't want to talk about it. Seeing Finn ruined the rest of my night. I looked back at Bellamy who was trying to understand the situation.
"Goodnight, Bell," I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek before heading off to sleep. He took a sharp breath, but played it off like it was normal.
And it used to be. I would have kissed him on the cheek all the time when we were in high school—it became a habit.
"Goodnight, princess," He tiredly muttered before I was completely up the stairs.
Sleep came more easily to me than I expected that night.
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"Sigh," Octavia obnoxiously sighed trying to get my attention. I was still in my bed, may I add.
"We get it. You've met your Prince Charming, O," I huffed, punching the bridge of my nose to wake up.
