BITTER LOVE || arthur tv

Chapter 2

Arthurs POV

"Alright, lads! The last to down their pint has to do a forfeit!" The boys and I groan in unison, the pints we'd already consumed threatening to come back up. Honestly, I don't know why I continue to agree to do these drinking videos with Arthur Hill. At this rate, my liver is probably ready to hand in its two weeks' notice. Plus, I'm fairly certain I'm the worst at downing drinks, so this definitely won't go my way.

Somehow Arthur convinced Chris, George, and me to go to Ireland for St. Patrick's Day and make a drinking video out of it. We haven't even left Heathrow airport and I'm already regretting it.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Geroge asks, fiddling with the camera, making sure it's set up properly. Chris and I grumble back a response sounding extremely enthusiastic. Arthur and George only laugh at our misery.

"Three, two, one" Arthur counts us in, his voice sounding way too excited considering it's ten a.m. and we're already half drunk.

Quickly, I down the pint in a heroic attempt, but let's just say not all of it makes it into my mouth. Some of it dribbles down my chin like I'm a toddler. I hope that none of the boys see the mess I just made. Sadly, my hope is short-lived when Chris's laugh reaches my ears. He's nearly doubled over in laughter while I swipe my mouth with my sleeve, attempting to get rid of the evidence.

"For God's sake," I mumble looking down at the wet patches on my shirt.

"Well, well, well, I believe we have our looser," George says shoving the camera into my face. "Please pick a forfeit from the hat Arthur" Chris announces and holds out a hat full with pieces of paper, mystery forfeits written on them. I let out a huff and dive my hand into the hat pulling out one of the options.

"Let everyone design a dating profile for you and attempt to get some matches" dread filling my stomach as I read the forfeit aloud. Oh God. I do not trust these clowns to make me a dating profile. They'd probably use disgusting pictures of me or say something controversial in my bio.

"Oh yeah let's get Arthur some pussayyyyy" George says a little too loudly. All the boys go silent and the camera pans to me. With a serious face, I deadpan "Never say that again". We all burst out laughing, and I begrudgingly hand over my phone

"Please don't do anything too weird, guys." I groan, fully aware that's exactly what they will do. They giggle like a group of schoolgirls, huddled around my phone, filming everything they do.

"No that picture is brilliant" Chris exclaims, practically launching himself at the screen. I let out a resigned sigh and lean back in my chair closing my eyes. Please God let this be over soon.

I can't even remember the last time I used a dating app. It only ended up in regrettable hookups, and that's not what I want. Although, I'm not sure I'm ready for a relationship. I'm still traumatised after the last one, which I'd rather not think about right now.

"Oh, loverboy! We're all done," Arthur announces with way too much enthusiasm, thrusting my phone back at me while the vlogging camera is trained on my face trying to gauge my reaction. I give them a painful grimace before looking at the profile they made. My eyebrows raise in slight shock. "You didn't use completely horrendous pictures."

I tap through until I see a shirtless picture of me with the lads from when we went to Ibiza together. "Oh no not the boat picture," my voice raising in pitch, "I look like such a dickhead".

"I told you, Arthur, we're going to get you bitches" George snickers, then turns to face the camera with a faux-serious face, "And by bitches I mean respectable women".

I let out a laugh at his attempt to be a gentleman, continuing to examine the profile, when I see the worst bio I've ever read in my life. "What the fuck is that?" I laugh, "Who came up with the bio?"