บททั้งหมดของ Strings of Fate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I shriek and leap out of his lap. Or I try to, I trip over my own feet and get caught by Bellamy’s hand in the edge of my top. Bellamy tries to catch me but we both end up overbalancing and the chair tips over. We both land hard, sprawled on the floor. Bellamy manages to slip a hand behind my head as we fall so at least I don’t break my skull. Bellamy groans as I sit up and I realise I landed hard elbowing him in the stomach. I jump up.“Sorry!” He sits up and rights his chair. Megan is in the doorway and is frozen. I make eye contact with her. I’m sure I must be tomato red and I can’t believe that just happened. Megan bursts out laughing. She laughs so hard that I can see tears in her eyes. Bellamy can’t help but join in.“You guys!” I whine but I can’t help but smile and I try to resist the desire to giggle. Megan throws herself into the recliner Bellamy moved in for me as she manages to calm herself.“Oh I needed that. I was going to come apologise for falling asleep and ditching y

Megan wakes several more times throughout the night, each time jolting awake in tears. In the morning when I wake up she is curled up against my side hugging my left arm tightly against her chest like it’s a prized teddy bear. I remain in bed, swapping between dozing and staring at the crack of light visible through her curtains contemplating what time it might be and what I need to get done today. I probably need to clean my house, I’ve been quite slack with it lately while I’ve been moping. I need to make my bed properly, actually I should probably wash everything since it’s been on the floor and dragged around my home to make a fort. Oh and I definitely need to do some shopping, there is zero food in my house and it’s now highly likely that I’ll actually have guests again. I also owe Maggie a cup of tea at some point, if she saw the state if my home she would be horrified and probably start cleaning it for me which would only make me feel worse. Yep, definitely due for a deep clean

I have to rinse out my conditioner bottle to get the last bit out but I manage to wash my hair, I drop the empty bottle in the bin as I exit the shower. I dress and towel dry my hair then drop the towel in my hamper. I head out to the living room and glance around.“Okay step one is shopping, step two is laundry, step three general cleaning.” Aaron gets to his feet. I usually walk to do my shopping, when I suggest this Aaron just shrugs and gestures for me to lead the way. I link my arm with his and we get on with it. The shopping doesn’t take too long and the walk home goes much faster than usual as Aaron insists on carrying my bags for me. (Or at least he just took them from me and never really gave me a choice and who am i to argue if he wants to carry stuff?) which is why I’m shocked when I get home and find Shaun and another guy I don’t know are using a drill to remove my front door. Shaun waves cheerfully.“Morning miss Gale.” I smile awkwardly. “I locked that…’ I respond mildl

Harry- Hey, wanna help me with a project? 3:)Ryann- Should I be afraid….Megan- Class is boring. I was hoping for something more interesting today but it’s all just a recap of stuff we’ve done before -_-Harry- Nope. It’s a fun project. Help me think of the weirdest most obscure cocktails. Bonus points if they have fun names. Ryann- I have no idea. Just a sec, I’ll add Megan to the chat and you can ask her. I create a group chat with Megan and Harry. Harry instantly changes the group name.Harry changed the group name to SHENANIGANSHarry- Hello Megan, I’ve heard a lot about you.Megan- Hi Harry and same!Harry- Okay so here’s the goal. We’re trying to think of the weirdest cocktails. Bonus points if they have interesting names.Ryann- Interesting how?Megan- Dirty. He means dirty names Ryann. You do, right Harry?Harry- ;)Ryann- Riiight…Megan- Okay well there are the obvious ones, Sex on the Beach, Slippery Nipple etc. but you don’t need our help to come up with those.Harry- Th

“That doesn’t sound completely unreasonable. I mean it does, but if it makes you feel better I could probably do it. When do you want me to check in?”“How often are you willing to check in?”“How often do you want me to?” “As much as possible. Every hour.” He responds. Okay now he’s being unreasonable. “Bellamy.” I respond, a clear rejection in my tone.“Okay, okay. I know that’s a bit ridiculous. But you asked how often I WANT to hear from you, not how often I expect is reasonable. How about every three hours?” He tries again. I sigh.“Counter offer. Four times a day. When I wake up, and then once every four hours. You’ll know the time based on what time I wake up. And Aaron can message on my behalf if I’m working.” I offer. It does sound a bit annoying, but messaging the guy I’m seeing a few times a day doesn’t seem that weird, besides if it makes him feel better I don’t mind. As long as he doesn’t try to limit my actions I can tolerate it. Besides, based on what Megan and Darrie