He Could've Been Mine
A/N- Hey! A little Merthur one shot while I plan out the next chapter to my on going Vampire Diaries fanfic. Hope you all like this, it is based on one of my favourite songs She Could've Been Mine but it is Merthur so I changed it to He obviously and it is by Keith Anderson. If you don't know the song check it out but you will get the story without it, it is just a nice song. Nothing you see here is mine, Merthur isn't, sadly and neither is the song, just having some fun with it.
Merlin dropped his bag by the door as he stumbled down the hallway of the flat until he made it to the door that lead to the front room, opening it he walked inside and found his flatmate watching TV.
Hearing him come in Lancelot turned to look at him before saying,
"Hey, welcome home. Good trip?" when he only got a shrug of the shoulders he muted the TV and watched as Merlin lowered himself onto the sofa.
"Well?" he pressed.
"First time I have been home in ten years and it was the worst time of my life." Merlin sighed as he ran his hands down his face.
"What happened?"
"I'll start from the beginning. Ten years ago I was dating this guy, we were both nineteen, he was tall, blonde, tanned and so in love with me." Merlin paused for a moment, as if he was thinking back to that time, before continuing.
"He started talking about our future and it scared me half to death so I ran away but till this day, his memory takes my breath away. I never thought about what I was giving up, what we could have been. You should have seen his smile, heard his laugh and the way his eyes would dance when he pushed his hair back, he could've been mine." He said, shaking his head at his own stupidity. He paused for a while, just thinking before speaking again,
"So I go home for the holidays and went to Percy's party on New Year's Eve and I turn around to find familiar blue eyes staring back at me but before either of us could say anything a little boy came running up and took him by the hand and then the memory in miniature asked 'Daddy, who's that man?'"
Hanging his head Merlin started at the floor while Lancelot looked over his friend but before he could offer any word of comfort Merlin told him about the little boy,
"You should have seen his little smile and heard his little laugh, the way his eyes danced when he pushed his blonde hair back. He could've been and should've been mine."
Lancelot gave his friend a moment to discreetly wipe the tears from his eyes.
"I asked around and found out he married an old friend of ours, Gwaine about three years after I left and then a couple years after that they had their little boy, they called him Alaric, which was always his favourite name." Lancelot could practically see Merlin drowning in the sadness brimming in his eyes.
"The guy, who you dated what was his name?" Merlin was only just able to answer in a chocked whisper,
"Arthur."
A/N – Well, there we are folks! Sorry it is depressing, I think it is the first time I have ever finished a story on an unhappy note but if any of you read my Vampire Diaries fanfiction and read the last chapter of Only Fools Fall In Love, Call Me A Fool then you will know when my mood has been down as of late. I hope you enjoyed this anyway.
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