what if it's us fanfiction

eightteen

arthur's pov
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Tingles jolt up my arm, I feel as if I had been shocked by a current of electricity. Ben really just confessed that he loves me, and here I am so shocked that I can't even form a sentence. Bens eyes droop after a few seconds of my harsh silence. He's so perfect the words don't even exist to describe him.

"I-I—" stuttering, I look for the correct words to say. I don't know how to describe it to Ben. What we have isn't love, it's much stronger. What we have is strong. When I'm with him I feel passionate and cared for. He brings out the best of me, making my existence valid. He gives me new feelings that I want to explore, but only with him.

I don't know how to speak my words, I look to Ben. How much he has changed me as a person in this short time we've been together. I can't begin to visualize my life, my future, without Ben in it. I grab both his hands and look him dead in the eyes, hopefully showing him that I believe greatly in what I am about to say. I take a deep breath.

"Ben, I love you too," I whisper, and he leans forward to kiss the corner of my mouth. I melt. I pull away, wanting to tell him all the thoughts that are racing through my mind. I feel pressure on the back of my head. It takes a second to recognize that he put his hand on the back of my head, and is rubbing soft circles into my scalp. "I love you so much, I can't even begin to put it into words," I whisper softly, hoping he doesn't see the tears that are now blocking out my vision. "You literally mean so much to me," I giggle, choking back a sob.

"Arthy, stop crying, sweetheart." he takes my chin in his hands and presses his forehead to mine. He wipes my cascading tears with his thumb. "Babe if you start crying I'm going to start crying," he sniffles, voice becoming scratchy. "You're literally my entire world," he admits, his cheeks are bright red and I can tell by the way he adverts his gaze that everything he's saying is from his heart.

"How in the hell did I let you slip away from me two summers ago?" I pull his head to my chest, letting him cry on my shirt and dampen the fabric. It was just two summers ago we met, but it feels like it's been a lifetime.

We stay like this for a while, just crying and holding onto each other like we'll vanish if we let go.

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