England(Arthur Kirkland) X reader: green eyes ch2

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Now I know this dosnt seem like a very ArthurXreader chap, but it will get there soon. For now your just gonna have to deal with a different love interest, because we all know hearts change…
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The next morning you wake up to the light streaming through your curtains. Sitting up you wince at your tired muscles as you memory’s flood back to the rain, the mud, the paradise, the eyes. You hold your head as your breaths come thick and quick. Those eyes, the eyes of a monster, you could still feel them on you. With a shake of the head you pull yourself out of bed into the bathroom. Your dorm is silent and empty without your Hungarian roomie Liz who had gone home for the February half term holiday, and you welcome the privacy. You strip your still wet work uniform and throw it into the nearby hamper, climbing into the hot shower without a second thought.

You get out and breathe a sigh of relief as you feel clean again and begin to dry your hair. Once you turn off the dryer, you take a moment to look in the mirror. Your (hair length) (h/c) hair falls in its familiar way, and your (e/c) eyes are clear and bright. Feeling refreshed, you pull on some comfortable cloths before walking out of you room to breakfast.

“_____! Hey!” you hear the familiar voice of your friend, the over energetic American, Alfred. You can’t help but grin as he runs up to you and slings an arm around your shoulder.

“Sup Al?”

“Hey dude, what happened to you this morning? It’s like totally late man! HAHAHAHA!” you push him away and start grabbing at his brown jacket. Noticing what you’re doing he pulls his phone out of his back pocket.

“Looking for this?” he flashed the time telling devise in your face before holding it up above his head. Being so much taller than you, no matter how hard you tried to reach for it, you wouldn’t be able to. But really, you’re not one for giving in so jump him in an attempt to grab it.
“Alfred c’mon! I have to meet Liz at the train station at 6, how long did I sleep in for?! –GAH!-“you topple onto the floor, wrestling for the phone. Just as its close you your grasp, Alfred is ripped away.
“OW what the HELL dude!”
“Don’t call me ‘dude’ Alfred. Please stop such an immature display.” You didn’t have to look up to know it was the school rep from the year above, Arthur Kirkland, addressing his younger brother.

“You got it Artie! We were only having fun, no need to be such a buzz killer!” you laugh as the American teased his older sibling, only to hear a *humph* from above you as Arthur walks past the two of you. Still on the floor, you only see the back of him as he walks away. You stick your tong out at him as he turns a corner and Alfred pats your shoulder before helping you up.

“So what is the time?” you ask once back on your feet.
“Half two. Wanna grab a bite?”
“sure.” You smile and follow Alfie to the canteen.
Alfred Jones has been your friend from day one. He’s popular, hansom, funny, unbearably loud and the best friend you’ve ever had. He’s also your first crush. It takes some skill not to fall for the guy, over half the girls in the school had the same problem so you keep your feelings to yourself. Although he’s a catch, Alfred finds it hard to keep any relationship going. It often ends in crying, shouting and then eating 5 tubs of ice cream before falling asleep on your dorm floor. Yes you were talking about Alfred, not the ex-girlfriend.

At the moment, Alfred is dating a girl from the year below. Natalia. She is alright, a bit awkward in social situations, but Alfred seems to be happy. You wonder what he sees in her-

“But Arthur wouldn’t have it!” oh right, he was talking.

“He pushed her right out the room telling her to leave the dorms! I couldn’t believe the guy! He wouldn’t even let me walk her back…” again you drown him out, this is the 3rd time you’ve had to listen to his ranting about how Arthur pushed her out their room two nights ago. Apparently the elder wouldn’t have a girl sneaking in under his nose. (That being said, he had never caught you being smuggled in by Alfred when he had a new horror to watch) You had a good friendship with him and didn’t feel the need to ruin it, so welcomed his new girls as nicely as you could, his brother on the other hand, not so much.

You have never formally met Arthur. You often see the back of his scruffy blonde head as he walks away from you and Al after scolding you two for uniform or behaviour, but you could already tell he was not someone you would like. Even Without seeing his harsh face, and his cold eyes which you could imagine glaring at you, you can assume he isn’t half as good looking as Alfred.

Speaking of Alfred, he is now stuffing his face in front of you, sending a few fries into your plate. You sigh and smile as he makes a mess.
You were about to throw one back when Natalia turned up, kissing Alfred on the cheek before sitting next to him.

“Don’t make such a mess Alfie. It’s not attractive.” She whipped away a smudge of ketchup.

“I’ll eat how I like woman!” oh dear, Alfred wasn’t the best with girls.

“Woman! How dare you. I am your girlfriend, not some woman!”


You leave their bickering be as you clear you plate and return to your dorm. Walking across the lush green fields from the main building to the housing block your eyes stray to the woods lining the ground. You stop, the grass wet from the rain last night covering your shoes in small droplets. Those eyes. So green.

No.

You don’t need this. Whatever happened last night must have been your imagination, really a glowing pond, exotic plants, the green eyes lion. The green eyes lion.
You blank your thoughts as you return to your room. Once there, you settle down to read a book for a bit before you need to get Liz from the station. You still have 2 hours before you need to leave.
The book is boring, an English assignment, and your minds keeps straying back to last night. You never notice yourself falling asleep thinking about the deep, green eyes.







You’re now running to the station. Your nap took longer than you thought and you’re late to pick Liz up. As the station appears around the corner, you feel your phone vibrating. Out of breath, you answer.

“H-hello? *huff huff*”

“Oh _____! It’s terrible!”  It was Liz

“What happened?”

“I got on the wrong train! I’m in Scotland!” she sounded panicked. Your school was based in southern English countryside, not northern Scotland.

“Liz! How did you even do that?!”

“I’m not really that sure. But don’t worry, I’ve found a friend to stay with. You remember Roderich? The guy who graduated last year? He’s here on business. Well I guess I’ll see you soon then. Sorry ____”

“That’s alright, come back soon.” You hang up and begin to walk back. Man, she can be so reckless sometimes. You walk along the country paths, a sense of déjà vu washing over you from the night before. You stand at the edge of the forest again, not realising this is where your feet have taken you. The branches are still broken from where you stepped on them last night, and you follow your path to a familiar bush, a slight blue radiating from behind the leaves. This isn’t real. You’re still dreaming. You can feel your head is light and your vision slightly blurred as you push through. You senses are numb, including touch. Yes this is a dream.


Again you find yourself in the paradise. Marvelling at the sight, the smell, the feel, the atmosphere, the music… wait…. Music? Yes, you hear music because in the middle of the pond is a small fairy sitting on a glowing flower, becoming you over. You comply. The small girl keeps to her song as you draw closer, a siren’s song echoing in your ears, closer, closer, until you’re looking over the pond, mesmerised by the glowing blue. This is a wonderful dream, if only you could touch the water, feel it, drink it. Yes this dream is lovely, but something is wrong.
You can’t breathe, your body is panicking, and suddenly you realise, this isn’t a dream. You’re in the pond, in the water, your drowning.
You kick and thrash, but the waters like jelly, sucking you in, stopping your movements. You lungs ach from the lack of air and your eyes fuzz in and out of sight.

The last thing you feel is a strong grip on your arm.

      The last thing you see is the deep green eyes.