You knocked your drink back and placed the empty glass back on the counter. "Rough day?" Harry asked as he refilled your glass. "You have no idea." You said and knocked the drink back. Harry poured you another before moving down the bar to help another customer. "Well hello." You turned to your right and saw a man take a seat on the stool beside you. "Not interested." You stated and continued to drink. "Oh come on now. There's no need to be so rude about it." He said, his words slurring and you huffed in annoyance. Harry walked over. "Henry, you'd best leave the lady to her drink." "Piss off. I'm just trying to have a conversation." You slammed your glass on the counter and stood up. "Thanks for the drinks, Harry. Just put it on my tab and I'll be by tomorrow to pay up." You said before walking out. You sighed and pulled your coat closer around you. "Bloody drunks." You mumbled but stopped when you heard something behind you. You turned around but saw nothing. "Deep breath, (Y/N)." You muttered and continued your way home. You were about a block away when you got grabbed and dragged down an alleyway. You struggled against the strong grip until you were thrown against a wall. You groaned when your head hit the wall. "I just wanted to talk." It was the guy from The Garrison. "I told you. I'm not interested." You stood up and he pushed you against the wall; his hand was on around your throat and you tried to get him off. "Such a pretty face for such a nasty tongue." You spat in his face and he growled. "You bitch." He tightened his grip on your throat and you struggled to breathe. "Oi! Get your bloody hands off her!" Black dots began to cloud your vision when you were dropped to the ground. You choked and struggled to get air into your lungs. You felt a pair of hands on you and you started fighting back. "(Y/N)! Calm down! It's John!" You stopped and saw it was John. "Bloody hell." You whispered hoarsely and turned around to see Arthur beating up the guy from the Garrison. You stood up and tried to make your way over, but John held you back. "Don't." You said but John didn't let go. "Arthur! Stop! Please!" Arthur stopped and stood up. He brushed his hair back and straightened his vest before walking to you. John let go and you rushed over to him. You fell into his chest and cried. "Shh. It's alright, (Y/N)." He ran a hand through your hair and tried to calm you down until you stopped crying. "I want to go home." "Alright." He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked you all the way back to his place. You sat on the kitchen chair and stared into space as Arthur attempted to clean you up. "(Y/N)," Arthur said softly and you looked up at him. "I'm sorry." You placed your hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch. "There's nothing to be sorry about." He shook his head. "Here, give me that." You said and gently took the cloth from his hand. You got clean water and rung out the cloth before returning to your seat and taking Arthur's hand. You ran the cloth over his hands before cleaning some blood off his face. "You're too good for me." You smiled. "Nonsense." You said before placing the the cloth back in the bowl. "I mean it." He said and you sighed. "Arthur Shelby, you have done nothing but take care of me since the day I met you. We've had our ups and downs but we've stayed together through it all. I don't want to hear you doubt that again." He pulled you in for a kiss and you felt yourself melt. "Let's get you to bed." He said and you both stood up. "One last thing." You said before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a quick swig. "Bloody hell." Arthur chuckled and you blushed. "Don't tell Poll. She'll kill me if she finds out I drank from the bottle." You said and rushed upstairs with Arthur right behind you.
