"Why do you have this song?"
"Why? Because I like it." Francis laughed and pressed the play button. The singing started. "I'm never gonna dance again," Francis grinned widely and then laughed again at Arthur's expression. Arthur groaned at the cheesy melody ringing through the room. "Guilty feel got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend I know you're not a fool." Francis over the top singing and over dramatic hands gestures made Arthur laugh. "See you like it." The French crossed his legs a happy smile curved on his lips. He took his phone in his hands and scrolled through his playlist. "Do you know this song?" The song started to play and Francis placed his phone back into the speaker, making the music louder ringing through the small speakers. Arthur grinned at the song and stood up grabbing Francis hair brush that was just in reach and then moved his hips to the side. Francis laughed loudly as Arthur started to sing and preform with some 70s moves.
"Listen, baby, ain't no mountain high! Ain't no valley low! ain't no river wide enough, baby!" Arthur put on rather sloppy American accent and grabbed another hair brush giving it to Francis, who then stood up as well and made a pose before singing the female parts.
"If you need me call me, no matter where you are, no matter how far." Francis also put on an accent and moved his hips along and his hair. He put on a serious expression and put on a pout on his lips while he sung.
"Don't worry, baby!" Arthur sang pushing his chest forward.
"Just call my name. I'll be there in a hurry, you don't have to worry!" Francis placed one of his fingers on Arthurs chin as he sang those parts before moving to stand on the bed and helping Arthur on it as they both sang together.
"Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough! Ain't no valley low enough! Ain't no river wide enough. To keep me from gettin' to you baby!" Arthur and Francis both laughed when they each had fingers on the others chest. They were ridiculously close but didn't seem to get them. They both collapsed both out of breath at the end. The song kept on playing on in the background. Francis grinned at Arthur who lay next to him breathing heavily, Francis wasn't so out of breath. Arthur turned his head to Francis and smiling but his eyes were caught by the lips of Francis quickly. Then he looked back into Francis's eyes feeling his cheeks redden. Sitting up Arthur turned to look at Francis once more before leaning downward his hands on Francis chest. Francis breath caught in his throat as Arthur leaned in, he knew what was happening but he just laid there as he had to make sure it was happening. Their lips just centimeters apart, they could feel each others breaths and their eyes locked into each other's. Both hearts were beating hard against their rib cages. It was only a moment away till the door burst open ruining the moment completely.
"Francis, your homework was lying on the kitchen-"
Arthur sprung back falling down on the floor when he heard the door open. Francis sat up quickly as well his cheeks bright red when he saw his mother.
"Mom!!" He shrieked. "Why didn't you knock!?"
His mother stared for a moment confused. "Francis, I-I didn't know you had company." An uncomfortable feeling swelled in her and she put the book and notes on the table. Then she left without another word. Francis's felt his throat tightening as his heart was beating harder and faster this time. He felt panic rise in him. His hands started shivering and his mind shooting a million questions.
"Oh god, I think she saw us." He rasped out turning to Arthur, who picked himself up from the floor. Arthur noticed the tears in Francis eyes quickly and he rushed to his side.
"Hey, hey don't worry, it's going to be okay." Arthur had wrapped his arm around Francis back pulling him close to him in comfort. Francis sniffled burying his face into Arthur's chest feeling his eyes sting.
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FanficFrancis Bonnefoy moved from France to all the way to England. There he meets someone very interesting and that changes somethings in Francis life and in himself. Francis Bonnefoy is a swimmer. Arthur Kirkland is a punk. | FrUk FanFiction | comp...