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"[Name]!" A loud knock can be heard from your door.
"[Name]!" The voice repeated, but louder.
Hearing that knock, you lazily walked out your room to open the door. You weren't feeling well today, in fact, you weren't much in the mood to talk to anyone. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see your friend Arthur. Arthur Kirkland.
"[Name]," A concerned Brit looked at you. "What happened to you, love?" He asked.
"Just a little sickness," You coughed out. "What's with the bag?" You asked him in a husky voice.
Arthur looked at the red paper bag he was carrying, then turned back to you. "Oh,i t's nothing, love." He smiled. "Come on, let's get you inside."
"A-Arthur... I-It's fine." You assured, coughing slightly once more.
"No. You are sick and you need to rest." He protested.
"A-Alright..." You gave in, knowing Arthur would probably just protest again. So to end this, you had let Arthur in, and you walked towards your bed and laid down.
Arthur smiled. "I'll be there, love. I will just get you your medicine, and some water."
"O-Okay..." You replied. 'Arthur is really kind today.' You thought.
You were in your room, staring at the blank ceiling waiting for Arthur's return. 'Arthur is taking so long... What kind of activities is he up to?'
That is when Arthur came in.
/Arthur's P.O.V/
'[Name] looked really bad. She doesn't deserve this.' I thought, as I twisted the doorknob and came in.
When I entered [Name]'s room, she looked like she was having a hard time. I know, it's tough. I placed the glass of water on her night stand. I helped her sit down, before giving her medicine. She quickly drank her medicine, and laid back down.
"God... This is killing me..." [Name] muttered.
Can't believe she had forgotten about this day, though.
/Back to your P.O.V/
"[Name], love..." Arthur mumbled, touching your forehead. He knew you were heating up, so he had done what anyone would do. He grabbed a white cloth, and soaked it with cold water. He the placed it on your forehead to prevent the worse.
"Thank you, Arthur-Kun..." You mumbled.
"A-Arthur-Kun???" He questioned.
"S-Sorry... It must have slipped." You explained, coughing.
"It's alright, love. Seeing you better is the greater deal." Arthur smiled.
"Thank you again..." You smiled back.
'She has the cutest smile-... Wait!' Arthur though, almost slapping himself because of that.
"Something wrong, Arthur?" You asked.
"E-Everything is alright," He replied, blushing slightly, as he glanced at the red paper bag.
"Hey, Arthur... Can you hum me a lullaby like what you used to do when I'm down?" You asked.
"I-I guess..."
And with that, Arthur began humming.
After a few minutes, Arthur finished. He smiled at your sleeping figure. You just looked so sweet. You [h/l], [h/c] hair, your [e/c] eyes. He sighed, as he stroked your hair. He got the red paper bag, and placed it beside you attaching a note to it. He knew it was time to go.
Before leaving Arthur kissed your cheek and whispered, "I love you."
"[Name]!" The voice repeated, but louder.
Hearing that knock, you lazily walked out your room to open the door. You weren't feeling well today, in fact, you weren't much in the mood to talk to anyone. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see your friend Arthur. Arthur Kirkland.
"[Name]," A concerned Brit looked at you. "What happened to you, love?" He asked.
"Just a little sickness," You coughed out. "What's with the bag?" You asked him in a husky voice.
Arthur looked at the red paper bag he was carrying, then turned back to you. "Oh,i t's nothing, love." He smiled. "Come on, let's get you inside."
"A-Arthur... I-It's fine." You assured, coughing slightly once more.
"No. You are sick and you need to rest." He protested.
"A-Alright..." You gave in, knowing Arthur would probably just protest again. So to end this, you had let Arthur in, and you walked towards your bed and laid down.
Arthur smiled. "I'll be there, love. I will just get you your medicine, and some water."
"O-Okay..." You replied. 'Arthur is really kind today.' You thought.
You were in your room, staring at the blank ceiling waiting for Arthur's return. 'Arthur is taking so long... What kind of activities is he up to?'
That is when Arthur came in.
/Arthur's P.O.V/
'[Name] looked really bad. She doesn't deserve this.' I thought, as I twisted the doorknob and came in.
When I entered [Name]'s room, she looked like she was having a hard time. I know, it's tough. I placed the glass of water on her night stand. I helped her sit down, before giving her medicine. She quickly drank her medicine, and laid back down.
"God... This is killing me..." [Name] muttered.
Can't believe she had forgotten about this day, though.
/Back to your P.O.V/
"[Name], love..." Arthur mumbled, touching your forehead. He knew you were heating up, so he had done what anyone would do. He grabbed a white cloth, and soaked it with cold water. He the placed it on your forehead to prevent the worse.
"Thank you, Arthur-Kun..." You mumbled.
"A-Arthur-Kun???" He questioned.
"S-Sorry... It must have slipped." You explained, coughing.
"It's alright, love. Seeing you better is the greater deal." Arthur smiled.
"Thank you again..." You smiled back.
'She has the cutest smile-... Wait!' Arthur though, almost slapping himself because of that.
"Something wrong, Arthur?" You asked.
"E-Everything is alright," He replied, blushing slightly, as he glanced at the red paper bag.
"Hey, Arthur... Can you hum me a lullaby like what you used to do when I'm down?" You asked.
"I-I guess..."
And with that, Arthur began humming.
After a few minutes, Arthur finished. He smiled at your sleeping figure. You just looked so sweet. You [h/l], [h/c] hair, your [e/c] eyes. He sighed, as he stroked your hair. He got the red paper bag, and placed it beside you attaching a note to it. He knew it was time to go.
Before leaving Arthur kissed your cheek and whispered, "I love you."
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hello weebs/loves/trashes/etc etc. thanks for reading my lit. i appreciate your positive feed backs and constructive criticism. they are very much welcome. if i have any typos please know that im the typo queen. grammar mistakes? point it out, thanks. if you're still reading this, you're bae material af. ily so much. xoxo
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hello weebs/loves/trashes/etc etc. thanks for reading my lit. i appreciate your positive feed backs and constructive criticism. they are very much welcome. if i have any typos please know that im the typo queen. grammar mistakes? point it out, thanks. if you're still reading this, you're bae material af. ily so much. xoxo
♥.
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blushes* i love you too arthur i replied but do plz come back soon