Punk!England X Reader: A twist of Fate Chapter 08

“Drowning in tears, suffocating in sorrows,
Watching the blood fall, will I make it to tomorrow?
Release me from your control, break my mind free!
Let out my soul, and let me be!
I want to find land after this red sea
Gasping for air, struggling to breathe
The pain I feel is my memory
The scars you left are my treachery
Thank-you…
For teaching me,
End this now...”
You are just outside, listening to him recording for his album. You stop yourself from fangirling and his amazing voice and the fact that he is singing your lyrics.
You laugh nervously. So far, so good; this is the last song of the day. Who hear him take the chorus one more time and it’s done.
When he comes out, you hug him tightly.
“Love, I saw you an hour ago just before we started recording… could it be that you missed me so much you waited out here the whole time? You could have at least sat down in the lobby!” he seems generally worried for you, making you blush a little.
“I wanted to hear you! I’m so glad everything’s going well…” you smile, looking up at him while still hugging him, “Soon you’ll be surrounded by hoards of fangirls!”
He chuckles softly, “We’ll see about that. Why don’t we go home for some tea and scones?”
Your happy face changes into one full of disgust as you unwrap your arms from him, “You better not be the ones making them… you know what, I’ll get home before you and make them.” You dash off, knowing he’d want to be the one to cook.
He scowls, his thick eyebrows turning into a frown as he chases after you, “The recipe to those scones was passed down to me from my mumsie! Don’t insult my amazing cooking skills!”
 Time Skip
“Arthur Kirkland!!” You hear the screams from your window as you wake up in the morning. It hadn’t been a month since the album was released and there are already fangirls who have somehow managed to find out where you live.
Of course, you are the one they absolutely hate. Freely hugging Arthur, living with him… even if you are his manager, you’re obviously really close to him. Jealousy is a sin.
Hate mail, glares, rumors, all of them created to drag you down.
But that didn’t work at all.
You just want to be ignored and to continue working with Arthur, who is soon going to be going on a world tour.
You yell out at the fangirls, making them throw things at your window, which you manage to close quickly, pulling the curtains.
“Arthur!” you shout out, “They’re out there again… want me to call security?”
Arthur appears, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. You’re used to this, after living with him for quite a while, but you can’t help but blush.
“No worries, love. If they bother you, just say so…” he says kindly.
Sometimes, you wish he wasn’t so gentlemanly.
“You go too easy on them…” you mumble as you make your way to the bathroom. He looks at you, his face a little flushed. Maybe it was due to the fact that your pajama is really, really, loose and reveals quite a bit of skin.
After finishing your regular morning routine, you walk downstairs for breakfast. Today and tomorrow will be yours and Arthur’s last day off before the tour.
“So, [First Name]… tomorrow, you’re free, correct?” he asks, eating his homemade scone.
“Yeah… Obviously.” You wonder why he bothers ask you such a question.
“I thought you were spending the day with Alfred.” He states plainly.
“Nope; we moved it to today because he had some stuff to do. Probably a party or homework.” You pour some cereal into a bowl and add some milk to eat your own breakfast.
“Then would you like to…” his face suddenly goes red, “T-to… spendthedaywithmetomorrow?!” he rushes the last part.
You raise an eyebrow, although your blush is just as apparent as his.
“Did you just ask me out?”
“And if I did?” he recovers, taking his usual demeanor.
You take a spoon, eating quickly before looking up at him.
“Sure thing…” the corner of your lips pulls into a smirk, “Artie.”
He glares at you playfully, “You know not to call me that, love.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I call you that.” You place your bowl and spoon in the dishwasher when you finish and kiss his cheek before fitting your feet into your shoes, “I look forward for tomorrow!”
Arthur watches you walk out the door, chuckling for a moment before going back to his tea.
- Extended Ending –
Barely a minute after you left, you come back in, your hair in a mess, sweating and panting. You open your mouth to speak, but Arthur beats you to it.
“Never forget the fangirls, [First Name].” he takes a bite from his scone, “And never, EVER, forget to call security before you leave.”
Next chapter: A date with Arthur! Have fun, [First Name]~