Littlest Phantomhive

The Tables Have Turned

You look away from the door, and back towards the snarky son of a gun grasping onto your hand.

"Do you mind?" you ask Arthur, snatching your hand away from his (most likely) germ infested hand.

The blonde turns to you smirking,

"Now why would I do that?" he snatches back your hand in an iron grip with a forced smile.

He drags you towards the end of the long hallway and pushes open one of the unnaturally heavy doors. The light streams through the door temporarily blinding you.

"Well, let's go shall we!" Arthur skips across the path that goes all around the garden dragging a now dead inside you behind him.

Arthur then leads you to a bench made of chiseled stone, he sits you down next to him.

"(Y/N). . ." he whispers, hand moving to clasp your dainty hands in his.

"What do you want?" your monotone voice rings out.

He leans in closer, whispering your name over and over again. Trying to escape you back up only to run into the back of the bench. Foreheads now touching you feel his hot breath fanning onto your face.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)...."

He moves closer hot breath now at your ear,

"Be mine."

You tense up for a second before relaxing, letting out a loud laugh.

"Oh my God- haha! You're too funny!"

Laughing even louder you clutch your sides, head falling into your lap. You sit back up to wipe the tears from your eyes, but soon stop when you see the seriousness painted onto his face. All the light gone from his eyes. No emotion found on his face.

"(Y/N), I wasn't joking." he cocks his head to the side.

You, getting freaked out get pale, sweat now dripping down your neck. He grabs your chin so you make full eye contact with him.

"(Y/N).." he leans closer again.

"Arthur?" you ask in a quiet voice, not wanting to upset whatever monster was lurking inside him.

He sharply inhales.

"You turn me into a masochist without even trying."

You feel your blood rush up into your cheeks.

"A- Arthur! Don't say such perverted things you creep!" you whack him on the head, blushing furiously.

You most definitely won't say that you like Arthur. He may be a stuck-up brat, but he was a good friend when you need it.

Another bead of sweat dripped down your neck.

Maybe there could be a chance you could love him.

But it's never good to fall in love with someone so possessive.

(A/N: IM BACK! Enjoy this chapter even if it's really short! Love you all! -LK)