ArthurTv - I Wait For You
Warnings: Swearing/Adult Humor, Fluff.
Chapter One - Arthur Frederick POV
She was so beautiful, not only in the way that I found her physically attractive. She was attractive in every sense of the word. Angelic featured that fit her face perfectly - her warm, compassionate smile she rarely allowed to spread across her face, making it all the more wonderful when she did, her shaded, eyeliner-surrounded eyes that lit up when she heard a song she particularly liked, or when she received a compliment. Her soft, silky hair that flowed from her scalp like a beautiful brunette waterfall, the way she dressed how she wanted - nobody could sway her opinions of how she wanted to represent herself which I dearly admired and respected about her.
And of course, her wonderful [in every single way] personality, her humor - the jokes she told, the way she could make me laugh at her own annotations she would add to things she thought no one would notice or find funny. The level of raw emotion she felt and put into things she did - an unrivaled, unapologetic passion for things she loved.
She was perfect in every sense of the word - charming, and funny, and gorgeous, and smart in her own ways, and a million words more I wish I could say to her-
"Arthur! Jesus Christ..." Georges voice rang through my whole head, waking me from my thoughts and bringing me back to whatever planet I lived on.
"Did you actually watch any of that or were you daydreaming the whole time?" Chris joked next.
I spoke meekly, "No, I was just thinking about something that's all."
A light chuckle left George's lips, "What about, I wonder?" The sarcasm thay ran through his voice made it painstakingly obvious of what he meant.
"I wasn't- I'm not thinking about Y/N, okay?" I defended myself, knowing what was coming next.
"You so were," Chris teased, sighing out a low laugh.
I looked down at my lap, "I swear I wasnt."
"What were you thinking about then? Chess?" George grinned.
Chris let out a loud laugh at the statement.
I stood up, "Whatever," walking out of the room, hearing their continued teasing of me, I made my way towards Y/N's room.
Knocking on the door, I waited for her to come open it, smiling up at me as she always did. As the door opened, I heard faint music from her television, Spotify open to a song I didn't recognise.
"Arthur!" She wrapped her hands around my waist and I jumped my arms back slightly, suprised at the sudden show of affection.
I placed them around her shoulders, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the contrasting muskier scent of - my cologne?
"You... smell nice- is that my cologne?" My heart hurt a little. I wasn't sure why.
"Yeah, sorry," She smiled shyly, "My perfume ran out and any of the others would've killed me. I hope you don't mind?" she looked up at me, slightly concerned.
"Hey it's okay, I don't mind! You should've just asked."
Smiling again, she grabbed my hand and brought me into her room. It wasn't unusual as we often just sat in eachothers rooms and just talked for a while.
I closed the door behind me with my foot.
My heart fluttered from the contact between out hands, long, bony fingers wrapped around my palm. Her hands were soft but incredibly cold, which didn't suprise me.
I watched her skip the song, eyeliner around her eyes heavily smudged.
Leaning over, I warned: "Stay still," wiping the makeup with my thumb. Electricity ran from my fingertip, down my arm, and rested in between the butterflied in my stomach and the loud, erratic beating of my heavy heart.
She looked perfect as she beamed up at me, "Thank you."
A song came on and she immediately seemed excitable, turning it up by four.
I listened as the song started:
She said, "How could you joke at a time like this?"
I know why, because this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?
I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain,
That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way,
Those are her words, not mine,
As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time, so,
If you walk out that door in disgust,
I guess there's nothing more to discuss.
Y/N stood up from the bed, walking around it before stopping in front of me and grabbing my hands, removing them from my lap and attempting to pull me from my position, clearly not strong enough.
I helped her by standing up, hands still entagled with her own.
She started to move on her heels slightly, dancing awkwardly.
I smiled, seeing her anxiousness to dance properly in front of me, letting go of one of her hands, holding it high above her head and twirling her around.
Giggling softly, she moved elegantly but somehow clumsy and disorganised at the same time, laughing and spinning and looking oh so stunning. I felt a warm spread across my chest and up my neck, forming a blush on my cheeks.
They just fall from the sky,
And they never tell you why,
That's just how they say goodbye,
The world slowed down as she whirled in front of me, a blur of uncoordinated, beautiful movement. The smell of her hair filled my nose and kissed all the way down to my lungs before fluttering and resting as peaceful, humming butterflies lower in my stomach.
"Your hands are so cold," I blurted out - of course that was the most romantic thing I could've said. 'Wow, temperature'. I mentally scolded myself after saying it.
She eased my nerves when she had laughed, "Sorry," she batted her eyelids at me as I widened my own.
"Why are you apologising?"
Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed,
Don't listen to the references to things you might have actually said,
'Cause those are my words, not yours,
As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse,
I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation,
She isn't crying, she's just making conversation.
She collapsed onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling with a giddy grin plastered across her beautiful face. Patting the space next to her, she let out a sigh.
I took the spot gratefully, imitating her position. She bent her knees, bringing them up so her feek lay flat on the silky sheet beneath her.
They just fall from the sky,
And they never tell you why,
That's just how they say goodbye,
The end of the song had me drifting into a warm, inviting sleep. Looking over at her, I floated into a shallow nap, breathing deeply and eyes growing heavy.
My dreams welcomed me with open, loving arms. I saw her, Y/N, god she looked beautiful. She waved me over to where she was lay on her side in my hoodie and a pair of my boxers. Her other hand lay rest between her thighs.
Her warm presence enough for me to walk over to her, I looked down at her. She stood up, not much taller than chest level compared to my height.
Fluttering her eyes at me endearingly enough I leant down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers through my hair. She was stood on her tiptoes, smiling into the kiss.
Waking up cuddled into her pillow, seemingly tucked in, with Y/N lay next to me sleeping was almost beyond belief as my dream.
I imagined we were in this situation romantically, and we loved eachother and had a future together.
Next chapter: I Wait For You.
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