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Chapter Eight : Waiting

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Chapter Eight : Waiting

Arthur

Arthur hummed lowly to a tune playing in his mind as he lingered by the dock of the beach that was all to familiar to him. The crisp scent with a tinge of salt in the air and the sound of crashin waves and seagulls cackling. 

His hands were loosely tucked into his pockets as he kicked at the sand, the morning was bright and a bit warm. Causing him to wear a white T-shirt with his usual suspenders and fedora. His

muscular arms were bare to the sun and boringly watched the sun live on his skin. Waiting for Layla appear, which felt like forever. He missed her and only wanted to hug her and get a scent of her perfect hair and a taste of her perfect lips. He could barely take her out of his mind, no matter how much he tried. 

He kept his eyes down, watching the sand and then turning and seeing Layla from afar. Dressed in a cream dress with red floral and green stems. Her caramel arms bare and sparkling in the sun as her hair was held up in a bun with loose curls caressing her cheeks. The same hair he saw when he first met her. A slow smile crawled up on his lips and waved silently at her once she got closer.  

Layla's plump lips widened into a smile as she waved back, practically tumbling into his arms as her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried into the crook of his neck. 

Arthur, couldn't help but chuckle as he held her back, wrapping his arms around her slim waist and holding her close. His nose buried into her hair and catching her scent of flowers and citrus fruit. She had an elegant scent, something not too strong or light. It was a perfect combination and was enough for him to lose himself. 

"I missed ye'," Arthur mumbled with his eyes closed and lost in oblivion. Which caused his accent to be sharper. 

Layla, laughed a bit before pulling back, still in his arms but only looking up at him, "Your accent is very strong today," She pointed out. 

He only shrugged with a goofy smile on his lips, still affected by her warmth and scent. 

Layla's eyes seemed to be dancing as she looked up at the perfect Irish man. Admiring his every feature and the brightness of his blue pools that looked much like the ocean beside them. 

"I see you were out late with your mum, yesterday." Arthur said, brushing a loose strand from her eye and brushing it behind her ear. 

She nodded, "Yes." She sighed, "My mother has been very demanding lately, but a friendly demanding... which means she's angry with me." 

"Why?" 

Layla, bit her lower lip lightly. Seeming to tense as she slipped out of Arthur's arms and held her elbows, "It's complicated, Arthur." She said quietly. 

Arthur arched a blond brow as he watched her, "What d'you mean?" He was a bit lost and felt as if he said something wrong, which made him want to kick himself in the ass. 

Layla's brown eyes focused ahead at the ocean, watching the crashing and bending waves. Trying to gather the courage and nerve to tell him the truth. That she was engaged to a total jerk who would most likely ruin her and her life. "Arthur... I haven't been completely honest with you," She breathed. 

Arthur was only beginning to get nervous and curious, his brows furrowed deeply and a frown reached upon his face, "What's going on?" 

She blinked and slowly looked over at him, pursing her lips and looking down. "I'm engaged. My parents have forced me to marry... to marry this boy.. And..." She trailed off, shaking her head and closing her eyes as she rubbed her temples. Knowing that she could lose Arthur... and she couldn't bare the thought, and she only knew him for a couple of days but felt as if their bond was stronger than just days or months or years. It was an eternity.