The Long Way Home (FrUk)

Chapter Five:

*Arthur's POV*

I awoke once again to the sound of a familiar voice. He spoke with a noticeable French accent, which was laced with sorrow. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. I barley managed to stop myself from yelling out in pain. Everything hurt.

"I feel like I've been hit by a bloody bus." I deadpanned, clutching for my head. I looked over to see my visitor, and I swore my heart stopped. His blonde hair fell at his shoulders. He had the most beautifully striking blue eyes I had ever seen, or rather, what I assumed I had seen.

I knew relatively nothing about this man...except for a feeling that seemed to swallow me whole as I looked at him.

I knew for a fact that I could trust him...I knew deep down that if he held me long enough, all the broken pieces of my person would fall back into place.

I furrowed my brow as I felt a tear caress my cheek.
"Why am I crying?" I thought, confused. Before I could figure out the answer, the Man was enveloping me in a warm embrace. I closed my eyes and breathed...He smelled of lavender.

"Francis Bonnefoy!" A voice inside of me yelled frustratedly.

"That must be his name..." I concluded quickly.

I wanted to scream out from the pain...but I didn't from fear that he would let me go. Instead I used what little strength I had left to wrap my arms around his neck. I noticed that he was crying too.

"I thought I lost you Arthur." He laughed weakly. "Please don't ever scare me like that again."

I stayed quiet. Again, a murky thought crossed my mind...I listened.

"I would never do that to you." I said in all seriousness. A shadow passed onto the Man's face. He pushed me away from the warm hug. I felt my heart drop.

"Do you remember me?" He asked. "Do you know who I am?"

I wanted nothing more than to look into his eyes and tell him that I did...but I found my conscious. I slowly moved over to sit next to the Man, every muscle in my body screaming for me to stop moving.

"I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid that I only know two things about you." I stated softly. The Man looked defeated. "Do you want to hear them?" I asked quietly.

"I think I should go." His voice cracked as he made his way to the door. I watched as he put his hand on the silver handle. I needed to act fast.

Standing up as quickly as I could, (which I would later greatly regret) I spoke.

"One...your name is Francis Bonnefoy. And two...I'm madly and hopelessly in love with you."

The last thing I saw was Francis turning around looking shocked before a horrid sense of vertigo washed over me.

"Bullocks!" I cursed before the world became black once more.