Bellamy Blake Imagines

What I Think (AU)

Bob hesitates, fingers brushing the bottom of his shirt. His eyes are slightly wide as he listens to how his heart speeds up. After a few months of getting to know each other, you're currently sitting on his bed in his room, lips locked with each others as you hold hands.

You smile against his lips, more happy than you've ever been before. As your chest rises and falls, you run your hands through his soft hair which causes him to whimper ever so slightly.

"Y/N," He mumbles your name, his australian accent making you melt.

The air is cold and his room is quiet but when you pull back to look at him, you feel complete. "You're perfect." You admit, giving him a smile, "Tonight was amazing."

Not noticing the lack of a smile on his features, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his freckled cheek. He pulls you on top of him, letting you straddle his thigh. "Y/N... I can't." He breathes heavily, hands resting on your thighs gently.

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, wondering if he's alright. "What's wrong?" He seems at war with himself, wondering what he should tell you. It's not that he doesn't want to make love to you, it's just that he wishes he felt comfortable with himself to actually do this. "Is it something I did?" You wonder, eyes wide in slight fear.

"No, no," He mutters, a smile easing onto his lips, "You're wonderful. It's me. I just..." He takes a breath, disappointed that he can't give you want you want, "I don't, um.."

"You can tell me anything."

"I don't feel comfortable with how I look and..." He sighs, hesitating. All the feelings of when he was young and didn't want to take his shirt off at the pool rushed back into his chest. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me, Bobby." You admit, genuinely. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?"

He looks down, nodding slightly. "Okay... I'm sorry."

You shake your head, getting off of him and laying beside him on the bed. Looking to him with a smile, you place a hand on the side of his cheek. "Don't be."

He gives you a small smile, not wanting you to remember this night badly. "Is tonight still amazing?" He asks, repeating your words from earlier.

A smile spreads across your lips and you press your forehead against his, "Only because I'm with you."

↱ by octavia-marie-blake ↲