Stitching Wounds

Stiching Wounds 3

Hey I'm back with another update!!
ALFRED'S POV
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That was weird. First I was eating a crappy tasting scone I lied about tasting ok, then I told why I was depressed and next thing I knew he was crying. Was it something I said? That's when it got more weird. DAMN IT HE KISSED ME!!!! What am I supposed to do!!! Kiss him back I guess. He seemed to have stopped crying but why did he kiss me!

"Umm sorry..." His voice came out shaken as we parted our lips.

"N-no d-don't be...." My voice trailed off. I wouldn't admit it but I enjoyed his kiss.

"B-but why d-did you d-do that." My, now shaken, voice filled with curiosity.

"O-oh umm because I-I sort of l-like you." Did I hear him right just now? Cause I could've sworn he just said he likes me.

"W-what!?" I could feel the heat radiating of my face telling me that I was blushing. HARD.

"I'm so sorry I just heard how you went though that a-and it reminded me of- well- me."

"Huh?"

"You bloody git! I'm trying to tell you that I'm also gay and was treated like crap too!" He sounded mad. I'm so bad at reading the mood. Oops. That's when it hit me. He likes me and he knows what I have been through. Then I did something I haven't done i haven't done in a long time. I smiled a big grin. I was happy to have met someone like Arthur who knows what I've been through and likes me.

I pulled him into a hug and blushed, feeling the heat off my cheeks. When I felt my cheeks cool down, I pull back to see my adorable Brit blushing madly.

"Arthur~." I cooed

"W-what?"

"Can I kiss you~?" His face turned and whole new shade of dark red when I spoke those words.

"U-umm w-well I umm-" The Brit was cut off when I, gently as I could, kissed him on his sweet, soft lips. He didn't object so I deepened the kiss. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but we needed to take a breath. As we pulled away, breathing a little hard, we stared into each others eyes and I couldn't believe how his emerald eyes glisten, and shined.

That's when he looked down at my arm and made a disappointed expression.

"These are new cuts.." He grabbed arm gently. He didn't look if he was mad or sad.... just disappointed.

I pulled my arm back refusing him to see anymore. I got up quickly and ran to my room hearing the Brit yelling at me to come back and that he was sorry, but I couldn't let him see me right now because I knew I was on the edge of tears and I couldn't hold them back.

"Shit. Now what?" I was at a loss. I like Arthur, but what if later on he left me and I got hurt. Fuck everything.

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Damn it I made it all sad again!! well Alfred next chapter you have to make up your mind! Either love Arthur or let it go (but you will love Arthur! I will make you)
Till next time!

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