#junebloom

Chris guided you out to the crowd of fans stood waiting for him, Arthur, Bach and Chip. You linked your arm through his, walking behind Arthur and Chip as they tried to organise a group photo with the fans who had waited.

The yells for Chris and Bach to join made you jump out of your dazed stare at the ground. Chris laughed looking at Arthur and Chip who were waving the other two boys over frantically.

You looked over at Liv, who was stood beside, and smiled at her moving your arm from Chris to hers letting your boyfriend join in the picture.

Chris reached for your free hand squeezing it softly letting you move your hand before he walked off.

You chewed at your cheek with the feeling of anxiety rise into your throat. Liv glanced at you noticing the pool of tears collecting at your waterline, “you okay?” She whispered and you nodded instantly refusing to move your eyes from Chris.

Liv places her hand on yours rubbing your knuckles softly trying to provide you with some sort of comfort until Chris came back. She also tried her best to block you from the view of the fans, making sure you weren’t on camera.

The four boys laughed loudly as they left the group of fans, Arthur and Chip heading straight to the car they has hired, where as Bach and Chris made a b-line to you and Liv.

Chris smiled brightly at you until he noticed the tears streaking your cheeks and his face dropped rushing over to you. Liv walked over to Bach quickly pulling him away from you and Chris making him mutter questions of curiosity.

Chris slipped his arm around your waist guiding you through the crowd of fans, who were pushing and shouting for the youtuber but his only focus was on you.

As the crowd pushed more, you stumbled slightly making a sob leave your lips pulling at Chris’ heart, “You’re okay. It’s okay. Everything is okay.” He whispered soothingly into your ear as his thumb traced soft shapes on your hips.

Once you were out of the crowd, Chris pulled you aside cupping your face in his hands, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, swiping away the stray tears on your blushed cheeks.

You shook your head not trusting your voice as he tried to meet your eyes, “What happened?” He asked again, in the same delicate tone.

“Nothing.” You hiccuped, “I just panicked thats all. Itself stupid.”

Chris shook his head moving his hands to sit on your back pulling you into his embrace, “it’s not stupid,” he muttered, kissing the crown of your head.

You sunk into his hold inhaling his scent, slowly regulating your breathing as rubbed his thumb on the center of your back gently.

“You ready to go home?” He asked, pulling away for a second looking down at you with an adoring expression.

You shook your head, “We have to go celebrate with Arthur.” You reminded him.

Chris looked at you dumbfounded, “I don’t think he’ll mind.”

Chris lookedback at the car, which held all of your friends, and Arthur poked his out looking over at the couple giving them a thumbs up.

You laid on the sofa in your boyfriends apartment curled under the fluffy blanket that was always draped across the back. The sound of the TV droned through the dimly lit living room as you scrolled through your phone awaiting the boisterous return of your drunken boyfriend and flatmate.

George, Arthur and Arthur had gone to film another platform roulette, and on their way home Arthur bombarded you with multiple incoherent text and a few blurry facetimes.

A smile graced your face as you heard the clanging of keys trying to open the front door alongside Arthurs frustrated grumbles and Georges amused laughs.

You pushed yourself off the sofa bringing the blanket around your shoulders before pattering to the front door opening it for the boys, "And what time do you call this?" You teased, looking at the pair.

"He's absolutely battered." George laughed motioning to Arthur, who was leaning against the door frame looking down at you with hooded eyes and a dopey smile.

"I can tell," You smiled softly at your lightweight boyfriend, "You can go to bed if you want George. I can take care of him."

George nodded before looking back at his best friend letting out one more laugh before making a b-line to his room.

"What am I gonna do with you?" You tutted, wrapping your arm around Arthur's waist letting his drop his weight onto you as he flung his arm over your shoulder.

Arthur smiled down at you twirling the loose hair from your bun between his fingers as you both made your way to his room.

"I've missed you." Arthur mumbled, dropping to his bed with a huff, "What did you do today?"

You giggled softly watching as he struggled to pull his shoes off his feet, "I went for lunch with Becky and then did some work." You told him as you sat on the floor undoing his laces.

"That's really nice."

You hummed placing his shoes next to the bed before standing up in front of him cupping his face in your hands, "What did you do today, my love?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders placing his hands on the back of your thighs pulling you to stand between his legs, "We did an escape room, and mini golf."

"And that got you this drunk doing that?"

"Blame George and Arthur."

You scrunched up your face in amusement nodding before leaning to peck his lips, "Lets get you in bed."

Arthur nodded pulling off his jacket and his shirt with slight struggle handing them to you one at a time as your popped them in the wash basket and grabbing pyjama bottoms from his draw.

"Thank you." He said in a barely audible tone, "I love you."

You smiled softly at him as you sat on the bed next to him running your hands through his hair before scratching the back of his neck gently and he let himself melt at your touch.

"I love you too."

Arthur moved to lay down opening his arms for you to join him, "You should do platform roulette next time we do one."

You let out a breathy chuckle laying your head on his chest, "But then who would be here to take care of when you come home?"

Arthur hummed tracing blind shapes onto the exposed skin of your hip, "Yeah, but I miss you when I'm gone all day." He pouted, and you nodded looking up at him, "It's agony being away from you."

"Okay, my little poet." You pecked his jaw, "Maybe one day I will."

Arthur squeezed your hip affectionately, "Promise?"

"Promise," You nodded, listening to the echoes of Arthur's beating heart beneath your ear, "Go to sleep."

"Okay." He mumbled, pulling you closer if that was even possible consider you were practically laying on top of him, "Goodnight."

Not even minutes has passed before soft snores started to fall from Arthur's slightly parted lips and his chest started to rise and fall rythmatically.

The music vibrated through your feet and up your body as you danced along to the sound of your boyfriends music. A smile beaming on your face as you were twirled around by Lisa, who was smile just as brightly as you as she watched her son live out his dream.

Arthur shone up on stage, his energy was magnetic as you watched him have the time of his life, dancing around the stage singing the songs he held close to his chest.

You felt so much pride and love as you watched him, the rest of the room disappearing as your locked your focus on him.

The last notes of his song finished and the crowd roared in applause as Arthur ran off the stage. You and the rest of Arthur’s friends and family were quickly escorted back to the green room to meet the singer.

As you entered the room alone, Arthur quickly spotted you rushing over lifting you into his arms, “How did I do?” He whispered into your neck, running his hand over your hair as he held you close.

“You did so good! You were bloody incredible!” You beamed pulling away from him, “You’re bloody incredible.”

Arthur grinned cupping your face with his hands running his thumb across your jaw pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your fingers around his wrists softly, feeling his pulse bounce against your skin as adrenaline rushed through his body.

“I love you so much.” He stated, looking deep into your eyes, “Thank you for being here.”

“I love you too, you big softy.” You laughed, nudging him gently before taking his hand into yours starting to make your way out of the room.

Arthur pulled her back slightly making her stumble into him, “What?” You asked, tilting your head.

He ducked his head down pressing his lips to yours once again making you smile into the kiss wrapping your arms arms around his neck.

“Nothing.” Arthur smirked, dropping his hands to your hips, “shall we go?”

“Are you sure this is fine?” Arthur asked again looking over at you from the drivers seat. A little laugh left your mouth nodding reassuringly.

Arthur held a bouquet of colourful flowers in one hand and bottle of wine in the other, you could tell he was nervous from the way his gnawed on his cheek.

Your hand grazed his knee softly, “I promise, they’re going to love you.”

Arthur nodded gulping down, “I’m ready.” He stated, opening his car door and dashing around to open yours as you gathered your handbag.

“We’ll get the bags later?”

You nodded linking your arm with him and he smiled down at you adoringly, “Tu es belle.” He complimented pecking her hairline gently.

“So are you.” You smiled.

You both walked to the front door and you pushed it open, “Hello!” You called out to your family and quickly got bombarded by hugs.

“Hello,” You laughed, kneeling down greeting your nieces and sister, “have you missed me?”

Arthur watched as you sat down with the babies letting the babble at you for a while before the oldest of the three pointed him, “Is he your boyfriend?”

You nodded, holding your hand to bring him to the floor with you, “this is Arthur.” You introduced your boyfriend to the girls.

Your baby sister blushed hiding behind you making you chuckle and your nieces hugged onto him, “what’s wrong, Lila?” You asked, scooping your sister up.

“He’s big.” The 4 year old whispered into your ear, “he’s scary.”

“Arthur’s not scary, he brought you presents.” You said excitedly.

The exhausted sighs of your mother became audible as she walked to the front door, “Hello sweetheart.” She smiled, opening her arms and you gladly let her engulf you, “Your fathers had to run to the store because he burnt the chicken.”

Arthur stood up awkwardly behind you, your nieces still clinging to his neck as he held them in his arms.

Your mother turned to the boy, “Arthur! It’s so nice to meet you in person finally!” She greeted, looking at the twins gripping onto him, “Sorry about them.”

“It’s okay, honestly.” He chuckled, letting your mother take the girls from his arms.

“I would hug but I’m covered in flour and I don’t want to mess up that lovely shirt.”

You tilted your head looking at your mother, “But you’re allowed to mess up mine.” You pressed your lips together wiping the mess off your dress.

“Yeah, well you aren’t a guest.”

Arthur chuckled at the comment before feeling a little hand pulling on his pants carefully. He looked down seeing your baby sister, holding out her hand and he took it letting her pull him away.

“You gonna take Arthur to meet Gabi?” You asked the toddler, who shook her head, “Where you taking him then Lilabug?”

“See my teddies.”

A smile broke out on your face as you nodded, “Oh, okay. You take good care of him, he’s a bit shy.”

“Okay.”

You smiled softly watching as Arthur followed your youngest sister like a lost puppy. Your mother grabbed your hand pulling you to the kitchen, where your older sister was sitting sipping her wine, “Oh yay, my favourite babysitter is here!” Gabi laughed flinging her arms up.

You hummed giving a sarcastic smile, “Ha, you’re funny.”

Gabi offered you a glass of wine which you took from her, “Where’s your boyfriend?” She asked, looking around for the driver.

“Lila has stolen him.”

“Oh really?” Gabi asked in shock, “She usually hates strangers.”

“Yeah, she wasn’t sure at first but now she’s introducing her teddies.”

The twins crawled into the kitchen followed by your brother-in-law and your father, who was holding a brand new chicken.

“Hey dad.” You gleamed, raising to your feet to hug your father, “How’ve you been?”

“Busy, busy.” Your father tutted, bear hugging you swaying softly, “We’ve missed you being home, you should visit more often.”

“I try my best but it’s hard with my work and Arthur’s work.” You explained for what felt like the thousandth time.

Your father pulled away placing his hand on the top of your head smiling at you sweetly, “I know, I know but I need someone to be in my corner because your mother and sister enjoy ganging up on me.”

You chuckled looking over at your mother, who was shaking her head in disbelief, “Stop turning our daughter against me.”

“I’m sorry amore mio but you’ve already turned that one against me.” Your father shrugged, kissing your mother’s forehead before looking around noticing someone missing, “Where is Arthur?”

“He’s with the baby.” Your mother answered, looking up at her husband who was visibly shocked.

You nodded, placing your wine glass on the table, “I’ll go find them.”

You wandered through your family home looking for your boyfriend and baby sister in all of Lila’s favourite places. Your face lit up when you spotted the duo in Lila’s room in her reading area, “You said I was supposed to throw it” you heard Arthur read aloud.

“He is my favourite.” Lila told him, pointing at the picture on the book.

“Paddington?” Arthur asked, looking at the toddler who was curled into his side sucking her thumb, “he’s your sisters favourite too.”

Lila nodded, “he wear a coat and a hat.”

“He does, what colour are they?”

Your heart melted at the interaction between the pair. Rather than interrupting them, you stood leaning against the door frame letting them continue their activity before Arthur glanced up, “Hello, mon soleil.” He smiled as his eyes glistened.

“Hi.” You smiled back, making your way to sit next to them, “what are we reading?”

“Paddington!” Lila beamed, grabbing the book from Arthur as she climbed in between the couple, “I like him.” She whispered in her sisters ear.

“You like Arthur?” You asked in the same hushed tone, and Lila nodded, “I like Arthur too.”

“He can stay in our house.”

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ꪆৎ seven years

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