Samyu

You and Arthur had fallen into a routine over the last few months.

It started as coincidence, the two of you leaving Contract Law lectures at the same time and realising your route back to your halls overlapped, but it very quickly stopped being coincidence and became routine.

Like something you both looked forward to without saying so out loud.

He would wait for you while you were packing your bag after lectures most times, hovering next to you with both straps of his bag strung over two shoulders like a year 7, pretending he was checking his phone until you finished.

The two of you would talk about everything from the reading you'd both definitely skimmed to whatever ridiculous thing had happened with your flatmates that week.

He was soft-spoken and a little awkward, always laughing at his own jokes like he was surprised you found him funny at all.

You developed a crush on him so massive it was beginning to interfere with your ability to take notes properly in his presence.

It was at the end of one of those lectures, the two of you gathering your things while everyone filtered out around you, that you decided to do someting bold.

"Arthur?" You said turning to look at him.

"Yea?"

"Um — are you going to that party tonight, the one in that rich kids apartment?"

"Oh, yea I think I am, are you?" He asked looking at you in a way that made your legs go funny.

"I'm definitely going mate, I really wanna see the apartment, apparently, it's got this really beautiful veiw of the city and shit. Chlo told me that It has two fucking bedrooms, One person lives there by the way."

Arthur's let a little chuckle slip from how strange you could sometimes, "Lets go then, can we stop at Tesco's though, I need to by some more pens."

"Um, yea sure." You felt like you were gonna throw up (In a butterflies way).

—

By the time you actually arrived at the party that night, the apartment was already full.

It was on the 7th floor with a balcony.

Everyone was right, the view over the city made your stomach do a small flip, but you found yourself far more preoccupied with your phone than with the impressive skyline.

You'd decided, somewhere in walk over, that tonight you were going to be a little bit brave.

So the second you'd found a corner to sit down you opened your messages and typed out something painfully casual to Arthur asking if he was there yet, deleting it twice before finally sending it.

You: Heyy Are you here?

Arthur: I just stepped out of door 👀

You: omg youre so fucking late all the time

Arthur: You're*

You: mate.

Arthur: so how is it?

You: omg its so cool 😔 like you dont even understand we live like fucking peasents arthur the veiw of the city looks so pretty and the sunset too

Arthur: don't even joke lad.

You: honestly youll love it

Arthur: what a strange person 😅

The two of you fell into a steady back and forth, phones tucked close to your chests like you were both a little embarrassed by how much you were smiling at your screens. Trading commentary on the party and the apartment.

Arthur: okay you were right there are so many people in here

You looked up from your screen, smile fading slightly in the knowledge that Arthur was probably here and you probably looked like a bum.

You: I can't see you stop lying 🙄🙄

Arthur smirked at his screen.

As he walked further into the flat he saw you tucked in the corner of a room, sat on the floor, smiling at your phone screen and texting him.

The sight made his chest go fuzzy.

Arthur: genuinely what it the door number *it IS

you: bruh I literally told you already 707

Arthur smiled as he looked you again, just blissfully unaware, biting your lip slightly as you looked down at your screen.

You looked up from your phone, scanning the crowded living room again to unexpectedly see Arthur looking up, suspiciously scratching his chin and nodding like he was very carefully considering the paint colour of the ceiling.

As much as it was funny that he was messing around with you, you couldn't help but stare at his slightly damp hair from the cold outside, His stupid expression which made your stomach churn, the way his arms fit in his T-shirt (awooga).

He looked at you knowingly and laughed at the dumbfounded smile that broke across your face.

You stood without really thinking about it, drawn toward him, and he crossed the room to meet you halfway, both of you grinning at each other like idiots. A grin that basically gave away exactly how big your crush had gotten whether you wanted it to or not.

"You are actually a fucking idiot oh my days" you said pinching the bridge of your nose like you were smiling.

He laughed at this, "You are so stupid, I was basically standing in front you!"

You rolled you eyes and gestured to the kitchen, "Lets get some drinks."

The two of you spent most of the night tucked into your own little corner of the party after that, trading drinks and jokes and the occasional lingering look that neither of you was prepared for, both of you painfully, obviously into each other.

It was almost midnight when someone decided that party needed 7 minutes in heaven, dragging the two of you along with a group of others into a rough circle on the living room floor

You were both a bit battered at this point, not too much to the point where you were stumbling but enough to have your inhibitions fully melted away.

Arthur ended up across the circle from you rather than beside you, tucked between two of his friends, sending you an amused, slightly nervous look that made your stomach flip.

When the bottle finally landed on you and it was your turn to spin, you felt your face go hot before you'd even touched it, then you accidentally whacked the bottle a little making everyone laugh, making Arthur laugh, you looked up at him and smiled bashfully as you composed the nerves in your bod.

When you finally spun it, the bottle wobbled to a slow stop pointing directly at Arthur.

No one random.

Arthur, who was now looking at you with his lips slightly parted in shock, or awe.

The circle erupted into noise while the two of you just stared at each other for a beat too long before laughing it off and standing up.

—

The cupboard was surprisingly small for the apartment, and dim, and smelled faintly of coats and shoes. There was barely enough room for the two of you to stand without your shoulders brushing, let alone sit.

The second the door clicked shut the noise of the party became a distant, muffled constant.

For a moment neither of you said anything, both far too aware of how close you were sitting in the dark.

This was until Arthur laughed quietly under his breath, "I think this is the most nervous I've ever been in my life."

This made you laugh too, the tension breaking just slightly.

Whether is was the alcohol or the proximity, words tumbled out of you before you could stop them, "This could be the first time I've ever kissed anyone..."

Arthur went quiet for a second, "Me too..."

This revelation somehow made the whole thing feel less terrifying and more like something you were about to figure out together.

You leaned in a bit closer to his face smiling shyly, "So — should I — I'm just gonna do it."

He nodded slightly like he was stuck in a haze watch your lips inch closer to his —

Until you pulled away, "Sorry, um — I want to — I just don't know how to do it, the physics is so strange um —"

You were suddenly cut of as he covered your eyes and closed the distance, turning his face slightly so your noses fit together, leaning down slightly to press his mouth to yours.

It was initially soft and hesitant, both of you smiling nervously into it before either of you really knew what you were doing. It was clumsy in the sweetest way, his hands hovering at your waist like he wasn't sure where he was allowed to put them until you reached up and guided one onto your cheek and the other around your waist.

The kiss deepened curiously, neither of you entirely sure of the mechanics of it but both far too eager to stop and figure it out properly.

His mouth was soft against yours, a little uncertain, until you tilted your head and he seemed to catch on, following your lead, his lips parting against yours in a way that made a small, helpless sound escape you.

That sound seemed to embolden him, just slightly, and the kiss grew hungrier without either of you quite deciding it should, mouths pressing more insistently, tongues meeting messily, both of you gasping softly between kisses like you couldn't quite catch your breath.

It was sloppy and uncoordinated and wet, neither of you were fully sure what you were doing but it didn't matter. Because every clumsy, hungry press of his mouth against yours had heat curling low in your stomach.

His hands tightening slightly at your waist and the back of your neck as he pulled you closer (the type of greed they talk about in the bible), like he genuinely couldn't stand having any space left between you. You kissed him like you'd been wanting to for months, because you had.

Your fingers met behind his head, and he kissed you back with the same desperate, fumbling eagerness, both of you breathless and a little dizzy with it.

Between kisses, his mouth you involuntarily chase after yours like an addict, staring at you with sleepy eyes, forehead dropped to rest against yours, both of you breathing unsteadily.

"I actually —" Arthur quickly stole a kiss before continuing, his hands cupping your face as he looked between your eyes and swollen lips, "I've had feelings for you for months and —" He kissed you again, "I felt so stupid for it every single day..."

You laughed, breathless and a little teary with how relieved you felt, "Me too Arthur —" You were cut of with a kiss.

When he pulled back, you could tell in the darkness of the cupboard that he was grinning so wide at that it hurt, pulling you back in to kiss you again immediately like he simply couldn't help himself.

You stayed like that, trading slow, hungry, inexperienced kisses and soft laughs and quiet confessions, right up until a fist banged against the door and someone outside started counting down the final seconds.

The two of you pulled apart with flushed faces and shy, giddy smiles. Both silently agreeing without a single word that seven minutes had been nowhere near enough.

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