Halfcat! Reader x England-My Bad? (Chapter Four)

“Of course, Love, what is it?” Arthur responded.

“Well…” you started.

“Spit it out, ____!”

“I um…. I forgot!!!” you exclaimed, blushing.

“You have got to be kidding me…” he said in an exasperated tone.

“Well, sorry! You were the one who made me forget!”

“Never mind, it’s not like I cared, anyways…”

‘Liar. He’s such a liar!’

“Come on, _______,” he said dryly “We’re going back to my house.” With that, he started striding away. Reluctantly, you followed only a few steps behind him, your gaze angled towards the ground.

After a long, awkward silence, Arthur slowed down so that you could walk next to him. He started speaking to you softly, but you didn’t want to listen. You were upset with yourself as much as you were upset with hm.

“Love, are you listening to me?” he gently tapped your shoulder, which brought you out of your half-daze.

“What?” you drew your gaze back up to look at him. His face looked soft, unlike his usual stern face.

“Were you listening to me, _____?”  Arthur stopped to face you.

“N-not really….” You prepared yourself for the sharp words that were almost definitely abut to come out of his mouth. But they never came. Instead you saw his hand gently reach up and caress your face.

“I was just apologising for what I said earlier…” with that he blushed and removed his hand, then continued walking. “Come along, (last name).” you smiled and followed him.

You soon arrived at his large house. He lead you back inside and sat down on the couch. Taking off the beanie, you plopped down onto the couch next to him and put your feet on his lap.

“Love, manners…” he gently pushed your feet off of his lap and switched on the TV.

“Do you honestly expect to find anything good on there? It’s all junk…” he just chuckled and switched onto BBC, which caught your attention. It was in the middle of a Sherlock Holmes episode. You were intrigued. You’d been told to watch it, but never got around to it. Glancing over to Arthur, you giggled at the fact that he also seemed to be intrigued, even though he’d probably seen all of the episodes already.  You drew you your gaze back to the screen and tried to focus, but you were growing tired. The only thing your brain wanted to take in from the show at that moment was that there were Asians or something.

Arthur seemed to notice your drooping eyelids. “Tired already, ___?” he said, making you blink a few times.

“Yeah… I should be getting home…” you stood up to leave, but he stood up in front of you.

“No, Love. You’re staying here. I’m not letting you go outside with your…” he glanced up at your head. “… Ears…”.

“I’ll wear the beanie, don’t worry!”

“No, Love you’re staying here. You are sleeping in the guest room.” He replied calmly.

“B-but…”

“It’ll be fine love, I promise.” You sighed and nodded reluctantly. You didn’t exactly mind staying here, but you knew it would be a bit awkward. “Do you want me to walk you over to your house so that you can grab some of your clothes?”

You nodded.