Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

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"Not until you talk to me." I said, shaking my head.

"Ain't got nothing to say."

I exhaled sharply. "Gally, I.."

But he was already moving around me. I huffed, spinning around to catch up. "Okay, fine, I get it. You're mad."

Nothing.

"You should be mad. I would be mad too. I.. I should have come to you first."

Gally let out a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, no shit."

"I didn't mean to..."

"To what?" He finally turned around. "Run off to him? Let him put his hands on you?" His jaw clenched. "You think you can just waltz over here, say a few pretty words, and I'll forget all that?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt you," I said, softer this time. "I just...I was scared, okay? I almost passed out, Gally." My voice cracked, but I kept going. "I couldn't breathe, I..."

"Yeah? And he was the one you needed?"

I blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," he bit out. "You were scared, and he was the one you ran to. Not me.
Why, (Y/n)? Why him?"

I let out a frustrated breath. "Gally, it wasn't about him. It could've been anyone. I just needed..."

"Bullshit," he snapped, stepping closer. His eyes never left mine, pinning me in place. "It's always him, isn't it? You were worried when I shoved him across the Glade, worried when I fought him, in the circle, worried when he nearly stepped one damn foot into that maze. You only seem to care when it's him."

"That's not true." My voice shaked.

"No?" He let out a short, humorless laugh again. "Then tell me why I saw it, (Y/n). The way you looked at him. Like it was the end of the damn world."

I shook my head, looking down. "You don't understand..."

"Then make me," he snapped.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I could feel my chest rising and falling too fast, my eyes burning. Tell him. Just tell him the truth. But I couldn't. You know why? Because I'm still struggling to believe it myself. It doesn't make sense. If I say it out loud..then it's real. And I don't know if I'm ready for that.

Gally's breathing was rough and then, before I could react, his hand shot out, fingers gripping my jaw, forcing me to look up at him again.

"Come on," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His thumb brushed over my skin. "Say it. Explain." He tilted my chin up, his grip firm but not hurting. "Say where the fuck I'm standing, because I don't fucking believe you anymore. I don't believe what you've said on the bonfire night."

"You." I chocked out. "It's you Gally."
I sucked in a breath and let it all out at once.
"I love the way your eyes change color in the sun, how they turn more blue when the light hits them just right. The way they flicker with something soft when you think I'm not looking. I love your freckles, your hair when you come out of the showers, all messy and damp."

I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat.

"I love your stupid muscles, and how you show them off without trying. The way your hands are always rough but careful when you touch me. I love how your brows furrow when you're thinking too hard, the way your nose scrunches when something pisses you off but you don't wanna say it out loud. I even love the way you lean against something or the way your shoulders tense when you're holding back from saying something mean."