Staring out of the bedroom window, you saw the first few delicate drops of snow fall to the frozen ground below. A feeling of excitement passed through your body; you loved winter more than any other season during the year. You loved the snow, the snowball fights, the nights in front of the fireplace with a hot mug of tea or hot chocolate in your hands but more importantly, you loved the chilly time of year because you got to spend it with your best friend Arthur.
You had known Arthur since the two of you were kids. The moment you saw him, you wanted to be friends immediately, even though he was a bit reluctant at first due to his self-consciousness. Your small, awkward meeting blossomed into a fully-fledged friendship in a matter of weeks and it has stayed like that for several years. The only problem was, the pair of you went to different schools, which made it harder for you to see each other during the school year. That is why the Christmas season is a very substantial time for both of you for you had the entire week to yourselves.
A goofy grin forming on your face, you turned to face your sleeping friend. As tradition, Arthur would come over and reside at your house in Yorkshire for the week, staying for Christmas with your family. Gazing at Arthur, you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from giggling. He had somehow fallen out of the bed you two shared and was sprawled flat on his back on the carpet. His long, lanky arms were spread out, looking as though he wanted to hug the air around him and his mouth was wide open, little snores emitting from it. Overall, he looked adorable and your heart began to flutter.
Truth was, over the many years you had known him, you had started to develop strong feelings for Arthur. At first you had thought, no way can I possibly like him. He's my best friend! But that had dramatically changed when you finished your first year of high school. You had walked out of the front doors of (name of high school), arms laden with books when you crashed into a figure standing front of you. Looking up, disgruntled, you came face-to-face with none other than Arthur. You remember the way he looked: more handsome than you had ever seen him, his brilliant greens shining with happiness; his strong arms that had wrapped themselves in a hug sent shivers down your spine and the smile that you had craved for months made you melt on the spot.
You got up from your spot at the window and sat crossed-legged next to the snoozing man. Lightly poking his cheek with a petite finger, he gave a quiet groan and wrinkled his nose. Doing it again, he swatted your hand away, causing you to snort in amusement and for him to open his eyes.
'What? Let me sleep,' he muttered, annoyed, before turning away from you and smacking his head on the bed with a powerful bang.
'Arthur!' you cried as Arthur moaned in pain. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and his forehead with the other. The green orbs were still hazy from sleep, his cheeks were flushed with cold and his golden hair was sticking up in every direction imaginable. He sent the bed frame a glare and mumbled, 'Good morning, to you too – git.'
You couldn't help it: you burst out laughing. Arthur gave you a blank expression before tackling you.
'You think it's funny?' he said teasingly, wiggling his fingers threateningly. You froze – Arthur knew how ticklish you were.
'Don't you dare,' you warned, your (e/c) eyes hard as steel. Arthur raised one bushy eyebrow cockily, then lowered his hands and tickled you. You tried pushing him away but your movements were rendered useless and soon, you were laughing with tears of mirth forming at the corners of your eyes.
'S-Stop! S-Stop A-Arthur stop!' you managed to gasp out, holding your splitting sides. Arthur had an evil look on his face and an even more menacing smile on his face.
'I'll stop on one condition,' he whispered, his fingers pausing, his childish expression turning serious. You were suddenly aware of the position you two were in and you felt your face burn in embarrassment.
'W-What?' you stuttered softly, locking your (e/c) gaze onto Arthur's green one.
'Close your eyes,' he said, placing his hands on either side of your head. You could have sworn that at that moment, you resembled a tomato but you obliged to his request. Suddenly, you felt a sensation on your lips and, opening your eyes, were shocked to find that Arthur had his lips pressed to yours.
He pulled away, a new look in his eyes – one that you had never seen in them before: love.
'I've been wanting to do that for a while now,' he admitted, a deep blush forming on his cheeks. You smiled and raised a hand, cupping his face.
'Likewise,' was all you said before you pulled Arthur into a mind-blowing kiss. He responded instantly, a hand disappearing into your (h/l), (h/c) hair as yours messed his blonde hair even more. When it became hard to breathe, you reluctantly broke it, with the biggest grin on your face.
'I love you, _____' Arthur said lovingly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek. 'From the moment I met you.'
'I love you too, you daft man,' you replied cheekily which resulted in Arthur kissing you once again. You were happy and nothing could change that.