I was woken up suddenly to the sound of glass breaking, making me jump up and grab a hard cover book that was on my night stand. I could feel my heart racing as I began to walk slowly to my bedroom door, trembling in fear from being unaware on what made the noise. I grabbed the door handle slowly, one finger after the other gripping onto it, and turn it making it creak a bit from the rust on it. I open the door slightly and peek my head through, looking into what was my small hallway. I see nothing. I walk out of my room and look into my bathroom as I pass by it and walk into my living area. Still holding the book nervously I look around the room and see nothing out of place, "blimey." I whisper to myself. I put the book down and began to walk back to my room like it was nothing, "my head was messing with me again." I told myself.
"Arthur?" I heard a whisper, "is that you?" I turned around and saw Francis at the end of the hall, "oh bein, I'm so happy to see you awake. I'm sorry of intruding but I can't seem to sleep tonight."
"Bloody hell, Francis, you terrified me."
"Je suis désolé, Arthur. I did not mean to scare you." He apologized.
"It's alright. Would you like me to make you some tea?" I offer him.
"Non, I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight." He smiled slightly.
"It's the middle of the night, Francis." I tell him. He looks down and I sigh, "alright but only tonight." I walk into my room, leaving the door open for him.
"Je vous remercie, Arthur." He smiles at me as he walks in and closes the door behind him.
"Your welcome." I lay down in my bed and face away from him. I close my eyes and sigh tiredly. I feel a sudden heat on my back and something get wrapped around me. My eyes open wide, "Francis wh-"
"Shh," I feel his breath on the back of my neck and I shiver, "sleep mon belle ami." I breathe out deeply and close my eyes slowly. He's arms were actually quite comforting but it felt wrong. I was tired though so I didn't mind, I let it slide. I soon fall back into a deep sleep.
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanficArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
