Bellamy Blake Imagines

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a/n - I just want to say thank you to every single one of you for taking the time out of your day to comment. I appreciate you all! You guys motivate me. Some angst and fluff. ❤️

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"Bellamy I've seen the way you look at her! You can't seem to leave her side and you're constantly flirting! How the hell do you think that makes me feel?" Y/N was angry. But it wasn't your regular angry. It was the kind of desperate angry that I hate seeing her being enveloped in. I hate seeing her this way because I love her. The way she speaks, the way she walks, the way her face lights up when she smiles. I couldn't never feel this way about anyone else, especially Harper. How the hell am I going to show her what she refuses to believe; that she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"Not like this!" I said in response. "Do you not realize what you're doing? I could never love Harper! I'll never look at her the way I look at you. The way you walk, the way you take your shirt off before bed. I-" Didn't get a chance to finish.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Bellamy." Y/N said in a dangerously quiet tone. I was confused. "You never loved me, did you?"

Shit. What did I say? "Y/N wait."

She immediately turned around and began walking towards Octavia's horse that was tied to a post near the gate of the camp. "I knew you only took my body for granted."

Shit shit shit, that's not what I meant. "Y/N no. Y/N please!"

She kept walking. Octavia appeared from a group of people and met Y/N at her horse. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it ended with Octavia helping Y/N onto the back of her horse and riding off. I immediately had to sit down. Had I just lost her? No, I couldn't. If I lost her I would die.

It took me a while to find out where they were going. Almost no one I asked knew, but someone finally said that they over heard the name Ton DC. The village Finn had massacred. I couldn't find another horse to ride, so I filled a canteen with water and began to walk, but it wasn't long before I heard the boom. I knew it was Ton DC. It had to be. Images of Y/N's limp body circled around my head and I felt nauseous. I refused to accept the fact that she may be dead. I knew Octavia would be there for her. Images of O's remains bubbled in my brain and before I knew it I was running. I ran and I didn't stop until I got to the city.

It wasn't until I stopped to look around at the rubble and ash that I felt the fire in my lungs that lapped at my throat. I downed the entire canteen as I walked farther into the city. Once all the water was gone my eyes scanned the city for any signs of Octavia or her horse.

"Y/N!" I began to call out. "Octavia! Y/N!" The only answer I could hear was the wailing of those who had survived. "Octavia!"

"Bell?" Someone finally yelled back. It was O. I ran and found her, covered in ash, a cut on her left cheek. She immediately hugged me but turned, grabbed my hand, and dragged me over to where Lincoln was trying to lift a stone wall off of someone. Mother of Mercy, it was her.

My hands and feet reacted before my brain did as I ran over and began to lift. "Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?" I called desperately as all three of us heaved, but received no answer. My chest hurt as my heart thudded against my rib cage. "Y/N? Y/N please answer me!" I continued to yell. Nothing. I was feeling what she had felt before she hopped on O's horse and rode away from me. I was desperately angry. I managed to get a solid grip on the stone and I heaved with all the energy I had left, and then some. I heaved for her. The stone finally rose and Octavia managed to drag Y/N out but she wouldn't open her eyes, but I refused to give up. "Y/N open your eyes! Please just show me your beautiful eyes again." Nothing. Octavia leaned in and put two fingers under Y/N's chin.

"She has a pulse." She said. I never knew the kind of impact only four words could make. I stayed with her until the help came. It took what felt like forever for them to arrive. They lifted Y/N onto a makeshift stretcher and carried her back to camp where Doctor Griffin kept her under close watch, but nothing changed. For three days nothing got worse, but nothing got better either. I refused to leave her side. Doctor Griffin had to bring me meals so that I didn't pass out. On the fourth day I began to lose hope. What if I lose her for good? Tears brimmed my eyes and I laid my head on the bed she was placed on. But suddenly the heart monitor made a new noise. My head shot up to find that Y/N's heart rate had quickened. I lept up and yelled for Doctor Griffin. She was at Y/N's side in a heartbeat.

"Bellamy, could you please leave the room." She saw that I was shocked at the request. "If something happens I don't want you here."

I shook my head. "If something happens to her I would kill myself for not being here."

She solemnly nodded her head and turned to Y/N who had opened her mouth and was gasping for air. I reached forward to hold her one last time, but Doctor Griffin placed an arm in front of my chest. Y/N's eyes suddenly shot open and she sat up in the bed, still short of breath, but awake. She was awake. I wasn't going to lose her. I suddenly realized I had been holding my own breath.

Confused, Y/N looked around the room. Her eyes then fell on my messy figure and she lunged forward to hug me. I grabbed her and held her with everything I had felt over the past five days. I placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her. I kissed her knowing that she was alive, and safe, and here with me. Pulling away I stared into her beautiful eyes. The eyes I would have given anything to look into one last time.

"Y/N you need to know that I never took your body for granted. Those were just bad examples of how I love everything you do. The way you giggle, the way you handle situations, the way you look at me just before you fall asleep in my arms. I love everything about you Y/N and just the thought of losing you was driving me insane. I could never feel the same way about anyone, Harper included."

I stayed with her through all the questions and tests that follow a coma. Not only to make sure she was okay, but to continue looking into her beautiful eyes until the moment she fell asleep, to hold her in my arms for as long as possible, and to let her know that I love her more than anything in this world.

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