Hey guys, this is the second Merlin fanfic i have started, and hopefully I will finish this one!

Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the characters belong to the BBC.

Enjoy!

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"MERLIN!"

Merlin groaned and rolled over on his bed, blinking at the angry figure in the doorway.

"Arthur, fuck off. I'm sleeping." He grumbled and cocooned himself back inside his covers, which were immediately ripped off him.
He shivered and curled up in a ball,

"What so you want, you cabbagehead?"

"It's Gwaine's party today." Came Arthur's reply, like that was a reasonable excuse to wake your roommate up at 8:00AM on a Saturday.

Merlin groaned and sat up, looking around the room until he found Arthur standing at the bottom on his bed, "So? It's not until tonight, why the fuck am I up this early?"

Arthur smirked and walked towards the door, "We're going shopping. I need a new outfit for tonight" He said cockily, dodging a pillow that was thrown his way.

"That doesn't mean I have to come with you!" Merlin shouted at him, but Arthur had already left. The 19 year old grumbled and got out of bed, jumping into the shower for a quick wash and wank. 'W&W' Merlin liked to call it.

After he shut the water off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another one for his hair. Merlin walked over to the mirror and quickly glanced into its fogged up lense. He didn't need to shave, he had some stubble, but he kind of liked it.

Opening the bathroom door, Merlin almost had a heart attack. Arthur stood immediately outside, leaning against the doorframe. Merlin jumped and squeaked in a very unmanly way, making Arthur double over in laughter.

"Would you STOP doing that!" Merlin complained, slapping Arthur on the arm.

After the blond had caught his breath, he shook his head, smirking, "No. You're reaction is always priceless."

Merlin huffed, it couldn't hold back a smile as he pushed Arthur's chest to get him out of the way so he could walk into his bedroom.

He heard Arthur follow him and slammed the bedroom door in his face, laughing quietly when he heard his friend's head collide with it.

"You did that on purpose!" Came a shout from the other side of the door.

"Of course I did! Payback for waking me up so fucking early!"

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When Merlin had dried himself and got some clothes on, which consisted of his usual black skinny jeans, a blue shirt, and a bright red neckerchief, he walked through the flat and into the kitchen.

He could smell burnt charcoal before he even came out of his bedroom and he sighed. Arthur had tried to cook again. The idiot. That adorable idiot.

Merlin couldn't remember a time when he didn't have feelings for his blond stud of a best friend. They had been friends from the moment Arthur had stolen Merlin's coca cola lollipop and swapped it with a strawberry one when they were 6. 13 years on, and Merlin was still lovestruck.

He wouldn't tell Arthur, though. Oh god, no. The blond was completely straight, or from what Merlin saw. I mean, sure, he'd completely supported Merlin when he came out on his 17th birthday, but Merlin just thought it was because Arthur never judged him.

He was pulled from his thoughts as the fire alarm went off and he heard a "SHIT!" From the kitchen. He ran in to see Arthur running a burning frying pan under the tap, smoke everywhere.

Merlin went over and opened a window, then got a magazine from the table and flapped it under the fire alarm. After a moment, it became silent and the brunette turned to Arthur, who looked very sheepish.

"See? I told you you couldn't cook! You're an absolute dollophead." Merlin shook his head, but chuckled at the guilty look on Arthur 's face.

After a moment of laughter, Arthur cleared his throat and grabbed his wallet and phone, "Costa for breakfast?" He asked.

Merlin laughed and did the same, pocketing his wallet and checking his phone for any messages. "Sounds good" he said, as he slid his phone in his back pocket.