Guardians ||| England

Chapter 4

A week has passed and (Y/n) just awoke from her deep slumber, stretching her arms out. She couldn't sleep well, her dreams were hunted by her closest friend, Allistor. Multiple times she would see him vanishing just like that, but coming back again. Anyway, she stood up from her light blue bed, wondering what time it is. A quick glance to her right, let her know from the clock that it was 11:12 am. Sighing, (Y/n) didn't bother to change her pjamas, going to the living room to grab a nice book, before vanishing in her room.

Arthur was yet again waiting in the living room for his prof, who seemed to be awfully late. The blonde looked at his watch, mumbling, "It has been 15 bloody minutes." Suddenly the door was opened. Arthur stood up, huffing with closed eyes, "What took so long, pro-" When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with (Y/n) instead of James. She stood there frozen in her minnie mouse pyjamas with a shocked expression. Arthur, perplex at the situation, turned his head around with a bright red face, "You should wear something more appropriate for a lady, when a young man is there!" "E-Excuse me?" (Y/n) face heated up, "Could you tell me why you are here first?!"

"I have another lesson with your uncle!"

"What?! My uncle told me, he had messaged your dad, saying he has an appointment and you should come later!"

"... Shit," utterly embarrassed, Arthur recomposed himself, saying, "I'll quickly call my father." (Y/n) quickly made an escape, walking to her room to change into more appropriate clothes. Freaking out, she shut her door with a loud thud. "So much for making a good first impression...," the (h/c)-haired girl mumbled out, while trying to search for something decent to wear. "Should I let him stay and make some tea or prepare a breakfast for him? I mean, he shouldn't be here in the first place, but...," (Y/n) rambled quietly.

In the meantime, Arthur's father picked finally the phone up. "Hello?" His voice was tired, while Arthur's was booming, but he had to be quiet, so he whisper-shouted, "You git of a father! Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me that I had to be here later!" The man was used to his son's behaviour, so he kept calm. "What happened?" His father asked.

Oh nothing, I just had a really awkward moment that shouldn't have happened. Not to mention that I have embarrassed myself in front of the only person I could have befriended with, all thanks to a mistake made by you!

"That's not important! Tell me, why!" Arthur was about to burst into complet anger. "Have forgotten it. Sorry, son." Arthur exhaled sharply, "You-  You know what? Forget it." He ended the call, his face still bright red. As soon as Arthur put his phone away, he let out a frustrated groan, while running a hand through his hair and pacing fourth and back.

A few minutes later, (Y/n) has come back, wearing a hoodie and jeans. For a while there was just a thick silence between them, until Arthur stuttered out, "I'm s-sorry for bothering you a-and shouting at you." The (h/c)-haired girl sighed, "It's no problem. I also shouted, so I'm sorry." "Well then, see you later," Arthur waned to leave, but (Y/n) spoke up, "You can wait for my uncle here, if you want. He told me, he'd be back around 12 am." It is 11:19 am right now.

Arthur's way back home would take him about 20 minutes. It wouldn't be worth going home. He sighed, "Thank you, that would be nice." (Y/n) smiled , "You're w-welcome. Would you like to have a cup of tea with scones?" The blonde's eyes lit up in joy, "Yes, please. It'd be lovely to have earl grey tea along with some of your delicious scones." The Brit just loved her scones. Come to think of it, he wanted to bake some for her.

(Y/n) went to the kitchen, preparing a tray with the scones, earl grey tea, milk and some chocolate cookies she found in the shelves of the kitchen. "What a sweet-eater," she thought. Arthur, on the other hand, took a seat on one of the chairs there. Silence was between them, untill the kettle swished loudly. "Do you drink your tea with milk before or after tea is poured in?" (Y/n) asked, pouring her self already her cup.