Before The War Starts (FrUK)

Chapter five

"Alrighty, so till we get you a bed, you have the option of my couch or my very soft bed. Which you will sleep next to yours truly, of course," Francis says on his bed, patting the seat next to him. "Oh dear, have you no shame?" I asked, annoyed. He looked at me with a sad face, shrugging his shoulders. "Not around you dear," he smiled as he threw himself down on the bed. I set my luggage down and took a seat on the couch. It wasn't really comfortable. I looked at Francis's bed, which looked fluffy and soft.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I walked over toward him and threw myself down on the bed beside him. If my brothers Saw me like this, they would be in a rage. "You are right; it is very soft," I laughed. I turned to him, and we stared at each other for a solid minute as we lay down together. My heart raced every second of the stare. I have to get it together. It was like my hand urged me to touch him, would he even like that? What if he pushed me away? That would be embarrassing.

However...my hand had a mind of its own. "Your hair looks and feels soft."I placed my hand on the loose strands of his hair, caressing it a little bit. I looked at him with a smile growing on my face as I saw him freeze up. I quickly pulled my hand away "I am so sorry," I apologized. He placed his hand on his hair, where I removed mine, "no, it is alright. I can show you how to get it this soft if you want," he lifted a brow, smiling. He was lovely; how was that even possible?

I started to get shivers down my spine as his hand reached over me, touching my hair. Not just the strands of the hair...but grabbing full locks on my head, caressing them as if it was the softest thing in the world. "You could use a new hair routine," he smiled at me. This is just him being his usual affectionate self, it doesn't mean anything. "Yes...I suppose so," I smiled. I moved my hand over his and slightly held it a bit. WHAT AM I DOING? He is a guy!! What if he doesn't like this? What if I am making a fool of myself?

I looked at him nervously as he then held my hand in return. "Don't fool me into believing," he whispered. I was so confused at what he said that I lifted an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going on. "Uhhh?" I muttered. I am so stupid! That was all I could say after that. What did he mean exactly? I finally sat up on the bed as I finally heard the record playing in the back. I think I was developing a small affection towards this Frenchman.

"Why did you get up?" He asked, saddened. "Because I need to unpack, and you must show me where I am to put my things." I looked at him, still lying down on the bed carelessly. "Oh, worry about that later, come back," he whined while pulling at my arm like a child. See...things like this confuse me. Does he even like men that way? I shouldn't get too ahead of myself. "No, I can't, not when things are to be done." I smiled slightly. Suddenly, he jumped from the bed, excited and determined. "Yes! We finish, and you come back to bed." He smiled.

I shrugged my shoulders in acceptance. If he helps me find places for my things, I don't care what we do afterward. I have a place to sleep, money, and a friend. I couldn't ask for more. This was like living in a dream. Especially since my friend was very nice and attractive, that was a bonus that made me smile from time to time. "Francis, you always have the best music playing here. It makes me want to live here forever," I laughed, patting his back softly.

"You could if you wanted!" He said quickly and seriously. "You are funny as ever. I don't know how long I am staying here anyway." I smiled a bit sadly. "Dance with me!" He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. "Ahhh, Wait, we need to put my things away!" I tried to pull away, but he kept me close to him. "I want to dance with you forever, Arthur," Francis whispered in my ear in ...a loving way. The kind of tone you would use with your lover of many years. Things like this confuse me. I wonder if he is.

I guess if he were, he would have told me by now. I guess I will live with this small affection till I leave. I held him closer to me and started to dance along with him. His laughter filled the room as we joyfully jumped from corner to corner. "Arthur, I wish you could stay here with me forever!" he suddenly grasped me into a hug, a warm hug that made my heart melt to the floor, like lava. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him as well.

"Maybe..." was all I said. If I found a reason to stay longer, I would. It was too early to think this way; I should give it another few months before I think about this. "You are such a good friend," I smiled against his shoulder. I didn't have a lot of friends back in England, so he is definitely at the top of the list. "Friend?..." he pulled away to look at me. "Yeah...thank you for being here for me through this transition. I appreciate it so much" I smiled a sweet smile at him. His face softened, and he nodded. "Of course."

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