Song: Never Gonna Leave This Bed

Artist: Maroon 5

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter!

The faint light given off by the sun's early morning rays were all that allowed the bedroom surrounding us to be seen. Smooth sheets covered my form, the silk feeling comforting. It almost made up for the fact that I had been woken way too early for my liking. From the looks of it, the sun had just begun to make its journey across the sky. Who willingly started their day this early? I could only think of one person crazy enough to do so.

Arthur was scurrying around the room, trying to be quiet so he wouldn't wake me. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm a light sleeper or anything. Something must have been knocked to the floor. In the dim lighting it was hard to tell what that something had been. The whispered cursing I heard upon first waking up now made sense.

As my eyes began to adjust, it became much easier to make out objects in the room. Not that I really needed to see in order to get around. It was my bedroom, after all. I was pretty used to navigating the space in the middle of the night so I could get to the bathroom. Maybe I should quit drinking so much right before bed.

Anyways, I finally began to piece together what the Brit was up to. He hurried to different spots in the room, collecting the clothing that had been thrown here and there. I watched as he rushed to get dressed, not drawing any attention to myself, because he didn't know I was awake. After a few minutes, I got bored and cleared my throat to alert him that he was being watched. Stopping dead in his tracks, belt in his hand, he turned to me.

His face showed a mix of surprise and guilt, which was understandable, considering he had tried to sneak out without saying goodbye to me. The surprise quickly faded away and he continued with the process of getting on his belt. He looked at me as if telling me to begin the conversation.

"What are you doing?" I kept my tone light instead of accusing, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he had just gone to pick up breakfast, so it would be ready by the time I woke up. I doubted that though. The look on his face wasn't one of someone trying to do something kind for someone else. It was more one of someone being caught in the act of doing something wrong and feeling guilty for it.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, probably trying to get rid of the raspy tone that sleep would have brought on. "… I was getting dressed" the answer was true, but it was lacking the details I was searching for. He knew it wasn't what I wanted to hear, but he seemed afraid to specify on the situation. It made me afraid, honestly. What could be so bad that he wanted to hide it from me?

"Why?" some obvious answer wasn't going to work for me and I wasn't going to let him out the door until I knew why he needed to leave so badly.

"… I was going home" his response took me by surprise and made my chest tighten a little in sadness. "It's just that I feel guilty for being with you, because I'm with Francis and it's not fair to him, you know? I was just thinking maybe it would be best if I left so then if he came over I would be there and he wouldn't know that I'm seeing you too…" the speed at which he was talking made it hard to keep up. My brain was still foggy from sleep. Still, I managed to process what he was saying and think about it for a moment as he waited silently for me to respond.

"I see…" I wasn't sure what to say. He was right; it would be really bad if Francis found out we were together. Still, I didn't want him to leave. I definitely didn't want him to go home and then spend the day with that frog.

"I'm sorry, Al" it was a genuine apology.

"It's okay, Iggy" He didn't even tell me not to call him Iggy. Of course, that was most likely do to the fact that he seemed too surprised to realize I had used the pet name on him.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course I'm not mad. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Yeah. Bye Al" during our conversation, he had finished getting dressed and had collected all of his belongings. He hurried out the door without another word, leaving me alone in the house.

I didn't see him that night. The next day I sat on the couch, a book in hand, my eyes skimming the pages but not actually reading any of the words. The news played in the background, but it was nothing but negatives, so I changed it to a channel that plays action movies. I wasn't paying attention to it either, though. It only served as background noise while I thought about my life.

And I realized that it sucks. The man I love was with someone else. I want sure how he felt about me, but I hoped it was something similar to how I felt. He told me he loved me, and he was a man of his word. Usually. I did feel bad for Francis. The whole situation wasn't fair for him either.

I wondered how Arthur felt about him. Did he love him? I didn't think so, but I couldn't be sure. If he didn't, why would he stay with him? I knew he was scared. Suddenly it all made sense. He didn't love Francis, but he cared about him and didn't want to hurt him by leaving.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key jiggling in the lock, and then the quiet ' click' of the door being unlocked. Only two people had a spare key to my apartment: my brother and Arthur. Matthew, my brother, didn't come by without calling first, so it had to be the blonde Brit.

He walked in, looking much too somber for a Sunday afternoon. As he walked in, I noticed the medium sized suitcase that he dragged behind him. Shutting the door being him, he set the black suitcase down on the floor and looked me in the eye.

"I broke up with him" his voice cut through the silence and left me in shock.

".. What? When? How?" I could tell I was a stuttering mess and I blamed it on the confusion that was running through me.

"I broke up with Francis last night. Told him that I knew I wasn't what he deserved and I was leaving so he could find someone else and be happy. He wasn't even mad at me..."

"... Wow..." it all had left me speechless.

"I know..." He seemed to be at a lack for words as well. "I.. uhh... I know I have my own place and all, but..." rather than finishing the sentence, he gestured towards the suitcase. I knew what he was trying to say, so I cut him off to save him from the awkwardness.

"It's okay. Of course you can stay here."

"Thanks" I nodded and set the book down, having forgotten it was even in my hands. When he saw that I had been "reading" he smirked.

"I see I'm rubbing off on you"

"In your dreams, Iggy"

"No thanks. I save my dreams for you, love"

It was the middle of the night. And I had been woken up by a prodding at my shoulder. Opening my eyes and tilting my head to the side, I saw a pair of emerald eyes watching me.

"Arthur?" My voice was groggy and a bit rough, due to the time of night it was.

"I just wanted to tell you something"

"I love you, too. Now go back to sleep"

"Well I do love you, but that's not it"

"What is it then?"

"I'm never gonna leave this bed ever again"

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