10 Things She Hates About Gendry

Chapter 13

Hey guys, sorry for the delay, I'm having a hard time finding some time to write and publish these days ! Last chapter before the epilogue !

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That was it, Arya thought as she looked at the scenery outside the plane's window. She was currently experiencing the bittersweet feeling of going to the university of her dreams, without her boyfriend. Gendry and her had agreed to give the long-distance relationship a chance.

She settled in her dorm, it was a week before the beginning of classes, so she decided to wander around the city for a few days, savouring her freedom yet thinking a lot about the handsome young man she had left in King's Landing. Two weeks after the beginning of classes, she was hanging out with Daenerys, the only friend she had made here – they shared a dorm and the girl has stayed alone through all classes the first day and when they got to their fencing class she beat the Seven Hells out of everyone except for Arya who resisted long enough for the both of them to decide to end it on a tie – and they were walking around the docks with their mocha frappucinos in hand when a voice made Arya freeze on spot.

-You're wearing your favourite dark red combat boots because they remind you of home, your real home, Winterfell. Same for this slightly see-through white tank top with the blue winter roses drawing on it, that I bought you on our seventeenth date, at the mall. These black ripped denim shorts are new, and greatly complimenting your legs. You're not wearing any makeup like always and your hair are left down under this cap of the Winterfell's Wolves that I bought you at the game between them and the King's Landing's Jousters when we went to see them on our one month anniversary. And I can even guess that you have a dark blue lacy bra. Did I forget anything ?

Daenerys was turning around to see where the voice was coming from. Arya just turned on her heels and her eyes immediately zeroed on the tall and muscular figure that was leaning on the wall, hiding his face under a cap. He walked up to her and gave her a wide smile.

-Hey there, Cupcake.

She squealed loudly and jumped into his arms, locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she attached her mouth to his.

Once she had kissed him passionately for a sufficient amount of time, he explained how he had been fighting these past few weeks to get a paid internship in one of the finest forging and repairing company of Essos. Arya was ecstatic to hear that he was moving in the same city as her, Braavos. She introduced him to Daenerys, and after some talk they discovered that Gendry was hired in Khal Drogo's company, Drogo being Daenerys's boyfriend. Daenerys left to go back to the dorm and study a bit, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

He was staying in a very cheap hotel at the moment, but Arya quickly found them a nice, very small apartment. The door opened on a room where there was a very small kitchen corner, a couch, and a low table. Then there was the bedroom where the only stuff that fit was the bed and a medium sized cupboard. The last door led to the bathroom, which actually was made with a sink, toilets, and a tiny shower cabin. It was awfully tiny to live in, even for one person, but there was no happier people on Earth than Arya and Gendry in it.

The first year had not been that easy, but they managed to get through it. For the summer, they decided to travel around Essos for a month, and then go back to King's Landing for three weeks to see their families again. Going back to Essos for the next year had been tearful but since they were together, they were okay.

The second year had been good too, Gendry got a good job in Drogo's company. They thought about moving into a bigger apartment but decided against it because they preferred to save some money to go on trips on weekends and holidays. And they liked their tiny piece of heaven, even if they could barely fit together in the shower, and even if it smelled in the whole apartment when they cooked something.