Youtuber one shots

Arthur Tv- Memories

Summary: This is about Arthur tv and y/n based off the song Memories by Conan Gray

warnings: Shouting, drunk

[Also the picture at the top is the picture i am referring to in the story 😉]
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I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling above me. The room is dark and cold. I turn to my phone on my bedside table and check the time.

2:34am.

It's been a couple months. That's just about enough time, for me to stop crying when i look at all the pictures.

Great. I couldn't sleep, even after crying my eyes out. The past few months have been terrible. Ever since i ended things with him it just hasn't been the same.

I turned my phone on and grabbed it. Thinking about him made me go on to my photo app. I clicked on the album that i made a while ago when we were still together that i couldn't bring myself to delete. It had all the photos of the things we did together. The natural history museum, the library, the aquarium. All our favourite places. But seeing the one picture of him on one of our first dates made me smile. He looked cute, and happy. He wasn't even looking at the camera. He was looking at me.

Now i kinda smile, i haven't felt that in a while.

Catching myself smiling at him made me close my phone and put it back down on my beside table. I tried to close my eyes to maybe finally go to sleep. But in that moment i heard my doorbell ring.
"What the hell" I grunted out loud.

It's late, i hear the doorbell ring and it's pouring

Who is coming to my house at this time?, let alone it was bucketing down with rain. I tiredly got up from my warm bed and walked out of my room. As i made my way down the stairs, the doorbell rang again. Ringing through my whole house. Shaking my head as i walked up to the door and opened it slightly. His eyes glued to mine. Arthur.

I open up that door and see your brown eyes at the entrance, you just wanna talk

He was soaked from the rain. I stared at him.

"Y/n, i-i just want to talk with you. I couldn't sleep, i need to" He pleaded.

I felt bad for him, to be out in the rain and at this time of night. I couldn't tell him to leave now. He has come all this way just for me.

And i can't turn away a wet dog

"Come in" I said sharply, not looking at him.

In my heart i wanted to see him. It's been so long since i've seen his face, smile, even heard his voice. But my mind is the complete opposite. I've tried to forget about him to make it easier for myself.

But please don't ruin this for me. Please don't make it harder then it already is. I'm trying to get over this

He came in. Even though he knew my house like the back of his palm, i knew he thought he was a foreigner. He didn't seem to fit in it anymore. All his things that were once there out in the open, proud to be are they were, are now gone. Well they aren't gone, they are just sitting in my spare room. I didn't have the heart to throw them out, or even give it back since it smelt like him.