He stares at the reflection in the mirror for what feels like forever. Staring at every flaw. He hates his freckles, they remind him of her. Her. Mom. The word is foreign. It's been years 5 years since he last said it out loud.

The memory is clear in his mind. He's sitting at the table, all smiles as him and his little sister Octavia eat breakfast. Their mom says something, and he doesn't hear it but he replies lazily.

"Okay, mom."

Who knew that would be the last thing he got to say to her. That's life for you though. Cruel, and unmerciful.

A knock on the door pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns opening the door to find Octavia.

"Bell, its 4am are you okay?"

He turns the bathroom light off, pushing past her. Mumbling a response. "I'm fine, was just a dream. Go back to bed O."

He can feel her eyes on him until he reaches his room. Slowly his eyes grow heavy again, and he drifts into a deep sleep. Not a good one, one filled with horrible images. Of everything he's scared of in life.

The next time he opened his eyes he let out a groan as he looks at the clock that reads 4:04am, knowing there's no use in trying to sleep again, nightmares will undoubtedly wake him again he peels himself from the bed and quietly walks to the kitchen.

What he finds, surprises him. A blonde head faced towards the stove, flipping pancakes, her hips swaying to the soft music playing from her phone. When he cleared his throat he couldn't help but let out a chuckle when she jumped and turned towards him, her face bright red.

"Uh, Hi Bellamy. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, couldn't sleep to begin with." He mumbled in reply.

She nodded, and opened her mouth and for a second he thinks she might say more, but she shyly turns back to the stove.

"Do you want some?" she asks over her shoulder.

He's about to tell her yes, when his phones goes off. Groaning inwardly he pulls his phone from his pocket.

From: Harper

Hey, I just got off work, and I don't want to sleep quite yet, can I come over?

Without thinking he quickly replies. "Yes."

When he pulls his eyes from his phone, they're met with two bright blue ones staring into his. His brows furrow as his heartbeat picks up.

"I asked you a question, Bell."

Oh right. "Nah, I don't want any. I have someone coming over."

She scoffs, turning back to the stove.

"Hey this is my apartment, if you have a problem with who I bring over then you're more than welcome to leave."

She turns to him. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. He finds himself biting his lip, as she huffs a breath of frustration. Out of seemingly nowhere Octavia walks to Clarke's side, smiling brightly at her brother.

"This is my apartment too, and Clarke has no problem with whoever you decide to bring here. Right Clarke?" she says nudging her friend in the ribs.

Clarke forcefully nodded, before moving to the table.

"Well, you guys should know its Harper."

Both of their mouths dropped in awe, and he merely shrugged.

"When? How? What?"

"I don't know, just happened. We've both been working the same shifts at Arcadia and we were bored. It's only happened a couple of times. Don't make it a thing, O."

"Do you like her at all?" Octavia questioned him, narrowing her eyes at her older brother.

"I mean clearly enough to have sex with her, but nothing more I bet. Right, Bellamy?" Clarke says quietly into her mug of coffee.

He was about to reply when a soft knock on the door ended their conversation. He sighed to himself as he walks to the door pulling it open to reveal Harper. The grin on her face disappeared some when she looked into the apartment. His eyes follow hers, directly to the back of Clarke's head.

"So are you going to let me in?" annoyance clear in her voice.

Slowly he stepped aside, allowing her past him, she walked directly to his room and with nothing more to say to O and Clarke, he followed but not before glancing once more at Clarke before closing his door.

An hour later he stares at his bedroom ceiling, his stomach growling causing him to curse. Harper stirs in the bed next to him, and he momentarily regrets letting her come over. Or at least for letting her sleep here. As quietly as possible, he crawls out from his bed, carrying a pillow. As he reaches the couch, he freezes as he sees her blonde hair sprawled out on the couch.

She's beautiful. Beautiful? That's your little sister's best friend. Her eyes opened, startling him and causing his face to become heated on the tops of his cheeks.

"Sorry, I-uh. Harper is in my room, so I can't sleep."

She rolled her eyes before sitting up, patting next to her. Hesitantly he sits next to her, and feels his heart race as she leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You're a real asshole sometimes, Bell." She whispered sleepily.

Instead of replying, he rests his head against hers, and closed his eyes.

He stretches the sleep from his body, and slowly picks his head up. When he looks to his side he becomes slightly confused when he finds nobody there.

A voice from the kitchen startles him. "She went to school. Also, Harper said you're an asshole and to never text her again."

He looked as Octavia walked into the living room handing him a cup of coffee, taking a small sip from her own cup.

"Did she happen to say why?"

Octavia laughs loudly shaking her head. "She didn't have to Bell. I saw it too."

His brows furrowed again and he looks at her questioningly.

"The way you and Clarke were all snuggled up. I'd be pissed too. You left her in your room after you slept with her, and then of all things you went to cuddle with someone who you clearly have feelings for."

His heart rate picked up yet at Octavia's words. Have feelings for Clarke? Not even close.

"You know me, I don't catch feelings." He replied sternly.

"Yeah, you don't catch feelings for girls you sleep with then only talk to again when you want to get laid. You haven't slept with Clarke. You see her almost every day. It's so obvious."

"You're crazy." He mumbled as he pulled himself off the couch, stomping off to the bathroom stripping himself of his clothes before stepping under the cold water, welcoming it.