on the run - a bellarke story

chapter four.

I wake up. I look at my alarm clock. It was already one in the afternoon? I got up and then it hit me. Things between Bellamy and I were awkward. I just hope he would brush it off. I am praying he would brush it off. I mean, I already have enough problems, and having a relationship with Bellamy would just put more strain on my survival. You have to face him Clarke. You practically moved in with him already! There's no avoiding Bellamy, you made sure of that. 
But to be honest, some part of me ached to kiss Bellamy last night. I just wanted to be in his arms all night and wake up to his smile. I need help. I hear a knock at my door.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey it's me Bellamy, I cooked some lunch if you want to eat" he says.

"I'll be down in a second, thanks" I say as I go to my wardrobe and put on a tight navy crop top and high waisted skinny black jeans. For some reason I couldn't help but at least try and impress Bellamy. Stupid Clarke! Boys are dumb. But for some reason, I couldn't listen to my conscience.

After getting ready, I walk down the stairs. To my surprise, Bellamy wasn't there. I went to the kitchen and found a bowl of pasta ready for me. I sit and eat my food, and hear a guitar. He must be in the music room I thought to myself. After finishing my pasta, I walk over towards the music room, but I stay hidden so he wouldn't get distracted if I walked in. He was acting normal this morning when he knocked on my door, so he probably just brushed off the situation. Thank god. I lean on the other side of the door and hear Bellamy singing an acoustic version of The Hills by The Weeknd. Like last night, he sang with so much passion

I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

He stopped and went towards the door. I didn't move in time, so when he opened the door, I fell on my back at Bellamy's feet.

"Ow" is all I say. He looks at my and laughs. He takes my hand and lifts me up.

"Sorry." he says.

"It's not you're fault, I was leaning on the door." 

"Why did you do that?" says Bellamy, his laughter turning into a serious tone. 

"What do you mean" I ask

"Why did you listen to me sing" he says, his voice raising, clenching his fists.

"I-I'm sorry" is all that manages to come out of my mouth

"Next time mind your business" he snaps and pushes past me. 

Why did Bellamy just snap at me? I stood there like an idiot. I was upset. It's just Bellamy. You don't know him and you don't care about him. You took him in your home and you both have seperate lives. Part of me didn't want to listen to my conscience. So what if we had seperate lives? If he's living under my roof, I want to know who he is. But part of me also felt that I wasn't upset because he was rude to me, but because he had pushed me away. Why do you care Clarke? To be honest, I didn't have the answer to that question myself. 

I ended up walking to my room and putting on The Office on my laptop to raise my mood.

4 hours later

I was in the middle of an episode when I heard knocking at my door.

"Come in" I say, bluntly.

"Hey" says Bellamy. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier it's ju—" I cut him off.

"No, it's fine, don't worry about it" I reply, calmly.

"No it's not! I yelled at you because i've had a shitty past. I was just singing a song that reminded me of that, and i'm sorry" he says.

"Seriously, it's fine" I say. 

"What are you doing anyway?" he asks. I call him over.

"The Office? Seriously?" he says, jokingly.

"Whattt I was upse—" I stopped. WHY DID I JUST TELL HIM I WAS UPSET OMG.

"You were upset?" he asks with a concerned look.

"Uh pfftt no" I say, in a horrific attempt to cover up my slip.

"Liar. I didn't know you were that upset that you put on The Office."

"You can watch that show even if you aren't upset you know" is all I say.

"I'm sorry" he says and hugs me. I was surprised for a second, but I hugged back. I pull away and he looks down at me. 

"Fuck it" is all he says before he smashes his lips to mine. I didn't realise what was happening until I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. After what felt like eternity my brain said Clarke stop! I pull away from Bellamy.

"I-I shouldn't have done that" is all I say before leaving the room. I turn back to see Bellamy sitting on the bed, with a hurt look on his face. Damn Clarke. You ruined something good said the part of me that was insane. I went to the music room, locked the door. I began crying.

I really did ruin something great.

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A/N:

Hey guys, Isabella here. Just wanted to say, I know this story is coming off a bit insta-lovey, but if you think about it, they have no contact to the outside world! Throughout the story, they will eventually leave the mansion and drama will begin.

Hope you enjoy and make sure to vote for this story! Love you all! <3