So here's a mini little story. Its Merthur, and its my first two sided Merthur. Its set in modern times and its a break up make up kind of thing. It is all typed out and edited, there are three chapters total. I'll probably upload the other two Saturday and Sunday. So I hope you guys like it! And thanks to Jason for editing! Enjoy!

I loved how I used to lay my head on your warm stomach. How we used to just lay there for hours on end, either in complete silence or venting our feelings to each other. Your fingers playing with my raven black hair as I told you about my feelings. You were always open to hear my thoughts and give me a shoulder to cry on. You would be there to wipe the tears that run down my face.

I loved it when I got up early to make your coffee: Black, no sugar. I loved it when you would sneak up behind me and wrap your toned arms around my thin waist, as you nudged your nose into my neck, and began to caress it with kisses. I would turn my head, and you would then begin kissing my pale lips.

I remember the day you decided to introduce me to your father. It was the most nerve racking day of my life. It was all because you confessed to me that you never told your father that I was a man.

I tried to look as professional as I could. I had a suit on with a blue tie; you wore the same except with a red tie. You commented on how I looked extra smart in a suit, and I should wear one all the time like you. I threw my dirty shirt at you as a grin crept onto your face.

We got into the taxi to take us to the restaurant that we were meeting your father at. You commented on how I needed to calm down before I had another panic attack, which I was prone to having when I am stressed out. You took my hand and looked into my eyes as I looked into your light blue ones. We kiss and you say I have nothing to worry about, that you promise your father will not hurt the love we shared. I wish I could say you kept to that promise.

The cab came to a slow stop as it pulled in front of the restaurant. I took your hand as I got out of the cab, and you opened the grand doors for me as I walked in. You spotted your father straight away and guided me to the table, your hand, a comforting presence, on my left shoulder. Your father stands up, and a grin spread across his face. He greeted you and asked where this mysterious love you've had was. You laughed and turned to me. You introduced me to him, I put out my hand for him to shake, but he didn't take it. His face became like stone: stern and cold. We sat down, I was next to you, and your father was across from us.

We sat in silence only talking when we had to order our food and drinks. I glanced nervously around the room as you and your father stared at each other, both with anger etched on your faces. It was like you were having a mental argument.

The food came about fifteen minutes later. As I bit into my salad, your father spoke. He asked if a Morgana knew about our relationship. You nonchalantly answered she was the one that set us up. He then asked me a question. He asked where I worked. I was shaking. I don't know what is was about your father, but I felt he could kill anyone with just one look. I stuttered a quite response of that I was still in University. Apparently, I wasn't coherent enough for him so he told me to speak up. I repeated what I just said and he replied with an 'Oh'.

I went back to focusing on my food. I was shaking more than I thought because you whispered into my ear asking if I was all right. I turned my head and whispered that I was okay. I lied. Your father gave a look of confusion and asked what we were talking about. You replied with 'nothing'.

Your father then started prying information from me. Asking questions ranging from, what I was studying, to where I was from. I replied to each of them simply. He kept coming back with questions, each time getting more and personal.

After bombarding me with questions for fifteen minutes straight, he switched his attention to you. He asked you one simple question. 'When are you going to get out of this little phase Arthur?' I look at you. I knew you were angry by the way your nostrils flared. Your breathing became sharp, and your face became red. You yelled at him for even asking that question and went on ranting about how I was the best thing that ever happened to you.

I was panicking. I hated when people were yelling, especially when it was about me. You two kept bickering, your father calling me harsh words that I haven't heard since I was bullied in school. I couldn't take it. So I ran.

I kept running to the tube station, I kept at it until I got to our flat. I didn't notice I was crying until I looked into the mirror. I poured water onto my face and dried it off. I changed into my night clothes, checked my phone, three missed calls. I just walked into the bedroom and laid there until I heard you walk in an hour later. You changed too and scooted into the bed. You wrapped your arms around me, you thought I was asleep. And you whispered into my ear 'Sorry'.