Thank you so much for all the nice reviews! I was going to post this chapter last night but after what happened, out of respect for all Clexa shippers I decided to wait.
Bellamy laid on his bed staring into the black nothing surrounding him, wishing that sleep would come and that it would be peaceful. Knowing that after a fight with someone he truly cared about that it would be near impossible.
A loud ring coming from his pocket startled him, moving to pull his phone from his pocket hoping with all of his being that it was her, he let out a loudsigh as he read the name before reluctantly answering it.
"What is it, Murphy?"
"Dude, you have to get down to Arcadia. Clarke is mad drunk and some creep has been on her like white on rice since she got here.
Bellamy was aware of his heart beginning to pound louder in his chest as he sat up, clearing his throat.
"Okay, I'll be down there in five. I couldn't sleep anyways, Harper and I kind of had a fight." Bellamy winced as the words left his mouth. Why did you just tell Murphy about your girl problems? Surely he'll say something along the lines of "I don't care, Bellamy." or "Suck it up, cupcake."
Murphy was silent for a few seconds before his voice dropped.
"We both know it's not your fight with Harper that's got you all messed up."
Before he could give a witty reply Murphy abruptly ended the call, leaving Bellamy staring at his phone as if it had just shocked him. How many people thought that there was something going on between Clarke and him? Shaking his head as if it would clear his mind. Quickly he pulled himself from the bed and grabbed a hoodie out of his closet.
With no idea of knowing exactly how intoxicated Clarke was he decided to drive in case she couldn't make the walk home. As quickly as possible while still being safe, he drove to Arcadia pulling up right to the front door and jumping out of the car, practically running inside. As he pulled the door to the bar open he spotted her blonde head immediately, but that's not all he saw.
An older, dark haired man sat on the stool next to her his arm wrapped around Clarke as she swayed back and forth, whether to the music or because she was so drunk he couldn't tell. Bellamy felt anger swell up inside of him as he stormed forward yanking the man's arm from her body, Clarke in response whipped her head around looking up at him with eyes that seemed incapable of focusing on any one thing. Bellamy placed his hand on her cheek, stroking his thumb across it slowly.
"What are you doing, princess?" he whispered.
"Hey man, who the hell are you?" an unfamiliar voice rang in his ear. Remembering there was a third person involved Bellamy turned his focus to the man.
"I'm Bellamy Blake, her best friend. Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, listen she already has a ride home so there's no need for you. You can run along now." The man said resting his hand on Clarke's thigh.
Bellamy let out a loud chuckle, pulling attention from the other bar goers. "I think you'd better remove your hand from her thigh before things get ugly."
The man instead, squeezed her thigh before pushing it higher up her body and after that moment everything was a blur, when he became focused again the man was on the ground and Clarke was grabbing Bellamy's arm telling him they needed to leave, and now. Murphy's voice brought him back completely as he pushed them towards the door.
"Don't worry, I'll tell the cops it was some random but I assure you they are on the way."
Bell gave a quick nod before taking Clarke's hand in his and leading her through the door. As the chill of the night air bit into Bellamy's skin he turned to see Clarke in the same shorts and tank top she left in, remembering his hoodie he quickly moved to the passenger seat of his car grabbing the hoodie and handing it to her, receiving a grateful nod in return.
They stood for a moment looking at each other before Bellamy moved, waving his hand towards the passenger seat. With a small sigh she sat down allowing him to shut the door. Moving quickly to the driver's side, he put the car in drive and took off. The silence that followed was comfortable, and at least for a little while Bellamy had forgotten about everything that happened, and that it needed to be talked about.
Clarke was the one to break the silence.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
Bellamy felt his eyebrows shoot up and he glanced over at Clarke as they pulled up to a red stop light.
"Harper? No. We talked after you left and that's why I didn't come after you right away. I felt bad after she found us this morning."
"But you said no to the whole cheating on her accusation, when you did in fact kiss me. I don't know what you consider cheating, but I think that qualified. I mean imagine how far that could have gone if she hadn't-" Clarke closed her lips together tightly staring out of the window.
"I was saying no I wasn't cheating because cheating on someone means you're in a relationship and she and I aren't. I told her I wasn't looking for anything when this all started. Finally I got her to calm down and I apologized and surprisingly so did she."
Clarke finally looked at him and her eyes were blue and focused, sober. "Why would she apologize?"
Bellamy let out a long sigh.
"Something along the lines of, "sorry I caused problems between Clarke and you, everyone knows what you guys mean to each other, I shouldn't have ever gotten in the way, blah blah blah."
"Everyone knows what we mean to each other? What is she talking about? What do I mean to you Bell?" Bellamy noted the way she whispered the last question, how her breath hitched at the end.
"You're my best friend, and my sister's best friend.. You're practically family."
The look of pain that flashed across her face would have been missed by anyone but him, he felt his heart contract and ached to reach out and feel her skin. What did I say wrong? Isn't that what she wanted? Why else had she stormed out after he kissed if not because she thought it was a mistake.
"Take me back to my apartment please, Bell." She said quietly as she stared out the window.
Bellamy groaned at the loud banging coming from his front door, dragging himself off the couch he walked over to the door swinging it open wincing as the sun poured in.
"Bellamy, it's been 2 weeks since you worked a shift at Arcadia. Kane said if you don't work tonight you will no longer have a job."
"I don't care, Nathan." He replied returning to his spot on the couch.
"Everyone's going to be there tonight, including Clarke."
"Why would I care about Clarke being there? That doesn't change me not wanting to go."
"You know it does, don't try and put up a front with me Bellamy Blake. I know you." And with that, he was gone.
Two hours later Bellamy found himself standing behind the wooden bar his eyes stuck on the front door, the anticipation of waiting for her to walk in was killing him. It had been two weeks since they'd last talked.
They'd pulled up to her apartment and Bellamy jumped out of his car to walk her to her door and she simply shook her head, telling him to go home and get some sleep.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bell." But that didn't happen, nor the next..or the next. If Octavia hadn't uploaded several pictures on Instagram with her, he'd of been extremely worried something bad happened to her.
Around 11 the bar started to fill up and he spotted Octavia, Lincoln, Raven, Jasper, and lastly Clarke walk in. Usually she'd head straight to the bar and start complaining about how disgustingly in love Octavia and Lincoln are. Instead a tall redheaded woman walked over ordering a martini. Bellamy nodded and began making the drink, handing it to the lady and collecting the money. When he'd looked up from counting the money she was in front of him now, with anxiety filled blue eyes.
"Hi." She barely whispered, he felt his knees grow weak.
"What can I make for you tonight?" he replied as he pulled a cup from behind the bar placing it in front of him.
"I was actually hoping we could talk instead."
"Oh now you want to talk, princess? You're going to have to get in line. A lot of the women here tonight are waiting to talk to me." He said with grin.
In answer she gave a dramatic long roll of the eyes, causing him to chuckle. Walking to the side of the bar he pushed open the door that came up to his waist and ushered her inside, moving to the door that leads to the break room. As the door clicked behind her silence filled the room.
"Okay, you wanted to talk. So talk."
Clarke stood before him with her hands together in front of her, fidgeting.
"Well, I just wanted to say sorry I haven't called or texted, but then again neither have you so that's on both of us."
Bellamy felt a lump in his throat.
"I-Clarke. I didn't call or text because I blacked out after I saw that guy moving his hand all over your body. The next thing I knew I was standing over him and you were looking at me with those damn big blue eyes, and I thought maybe I hurt you, or I scared you and I couldn't live with myself if either of those things happened. I figured when you didn't seem physically hurt yet still didn't want me to walk you to your apartment-"
Clarke stepped forward taking his hand in hers and pushing his chin up until their eyes met.
"I could never be scared of you, Bell. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. I trust you with my life."
"Then why did you look so frightened?"
"I wasn't frightened, I was surprised. I knew you cared about me, but I didn't know how much until that night. I was worried also. Not for him, but for you. I didn't want you to spend the night in jail over something so dumb. It would have been my fault for running off and getting plastered and letting some creep almost take advantage of me."
Slowly Bellamy moved his hand to her cheek, brushing the fallen hair out of her face.
"I wouldn't mind going to jail for you, as long as it meant you called me your knight in shining armor." He replied cockily as he felt a grin spread across his face.
As she let out a genuine wholehearted laugh Octavia's words come back to him, realization setting in he took a big gulp. Clarke smacked his chest lightly before turning to walk out of the bar.
Before she was out the door he grabbed her hand, slowly turning towards him with her lips parted. The ache that washed over him, to feel them against his once more was unbearable. As he was about to speak she stepped forward and pulled his face down to hers, their lips crashing together.
Bellamy deepened the kiss and was rewarded with a small moan from her. When they'd finally pulled apart her lips were bright pink and swollen.
"Stay with me." He murmured.
"What do you mean?" she said, her eyes still on his lips.
"I mean, my shift is over in a few hours. Stay here and come home with me."
As their eyes met he felt so many emotions at once. Relief, Happiness, Nervous, but mostly he felt love. An unbelievable amount of love, which would surely drown him.
"Okay." She breathed. "I just need to go get my purse out of Octavia's car."
He gave a small nod, and very suddenly felt shy. As she turned and walked out of the room he watched, taking in every part of her being.
Following behind her he approached a new customer in a hat pulled down close to his face and a black hoodie.
"What can I get yo-" he felt a familiar anger surge up inside him as he recognized his face. The man who was trying to take Clarke home.
"Listen before you get all angry and punch me in the face I need to tell you something. I was paid to track Clarke for a few days and strike up a conversation with her when the possibility presented itself. I don't ask my clients why they hire me, but this one worried me. The look in his eyes, it was like he wasn't all there you know, mentally."
Bellamy felt his heart beating in his chest, the sound drowning out everyone but the man's voice.
"When I met him I'd jumped into his car and I looked into the back seat, there was duct tape, and a crowbar."
Before he could finish his sentence Bellamy was running out of the Bar to the parking lot as quickly as he could, ignoring people shouting his name behind him. As he approached Octavia's car he saw that the passenger door was wide open and Clarke's purse had laid on the ground, but no sight of her.