Drunken night

Merlin was just about to go to sleep when his phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, are you Merlin?" A man's voice asked him.

"Yeah, who are you?"

"I'm a bartender, at the Rising Sun. There's uh… There's a guy over here who's completely drunk and I can't get him out, so I took his phone and your number was on top of the list, so I called you." The man explained quickly, and Merlin sighed loudly.

"Oh God, which one of my friends is it?"

"I don't know his name. He's got blond hair, tall, blue eyes ? Reminds you of anyone?"

"Yeah" Merlin rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes."

He hung up and quickly dressed himself before getting in his car. Damn Arthur. Even after leaving him like their relationship had never meant anything, the prat still managed to annoy him.

When he made it to the pub, he easily found Arthur, as his blond head still seemed to shine, no matter how gone the man was. He made his way to him, and pushed his shoulder gently, sitting next to him.

"Arthur?"

Only a grunt answered him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Come on you prat, we have to get out !"

His voice finally seemed to get to Arthur, who slightly lifted his head from where it rested on his arms to look at him.

"M'lin?" Arthur murmured, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Yeah. Come on now, we've got to go."

Merlin grabbed his arm and pulled him up, before sliding an arm around his waist to secure him. He paid the bartender and left, pulling Arthur with him. He shoved him into the car and drove back to his flat, sighing loudly.

Arthur kept silent the whole time, and Merlin actually thought he had fallen asleep, only to realize he hadn't when he opened the passenger door to get him out of the car.

"We're at you home?" Arthur managed to ask once Merlin had gotten him out.

"Yes. It didn't seem very safe to leave you alone in your state."

"'m perfectly fine" Arthur grumbled as Merlin dragged him inside of the house.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say."

After closing the door behind them, Merlin managed to push Arthur into the spare bedroom.

"Come on, get to sleep, so you can leave in the morning."

"Don' wanna leave…"

Merlin rolled his eyes and was almost at the door when Arthur added "Miss you". He froze for a second, before shaking his head. Arthur was drunk, and didn't know what he was saying. And even if he did, it wasn't Merlin who had decided to leave after almost two years of being together.

So Merlin went to leave the room, but Arthur had somehow managed to get up and he pulled him towards the bed.

"Merrrrr –lin" He slurred, trying to bury his face in Merlin's neck.

Merlin gently pushed him away and tried to get up again but Arthur still had more strength than him, even completely drunk, and he found himself being pushed back on the bed with Arthur lying on top of him.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" He asked a bit sharply, as he didn't exactly like this proximity now that they had broken up.

"Mhh…" was Arthur's only response as he started to nib along his neck, and Merlin finally managed to push him away.

"Arthur, fuck, stop! I don't care that you're drunk, you have no right to… Damn it!" Angered, Merlin got up and left the room, shutting the door, but he still heard Arthur's soft "I love you", and it still broke his heart. He shouldn't have gone to the pub to get Arthur, and he knew it.

Shaking his head, he went back into his own room and changed into his night clothes. He was about to get in bed when he heard the door open and sighed, fully aware that it could only be Arthur.

"M'lin"

"Arthur, please, just go to bed."

"'Kay" Arthur said and he jumped in Merlin's bed, grinning up at him.

"I meant the other bed" Merlin grumbled.

"I wanna stay with you".

"No way" Merlin answered firmly, and Arthur's grin disappeared.

"I miss you."

"Then you shouldn't have left" Merlin said coldly, kicking him out of the bed.

"Didn't want to" Arthur said, frowning, and Merlin froze.

"What do you mean, you didn't want to?" He asked, even though he knew there was about zero chance Arthur was in the mind to answer him properly.

"Forced me to" Arthur answered, looking up at him with wide eyes, and Merlin narrowed his eyes.

"Excuse me? I forced you to leave?" He almost shouted, knowing that he shouldn't get mad because Arthur was drunk, and probably not telling the truth, but it still angered him to hear that it was his own fault.

"Not you" Arthur rectified, still frowning. "Fther."

Merlin's eyes widened in realization, and he decided to push his luck.

"Your father forced you to leave me?"

Arthur nodded, and reached Merlin to throw himself in his arms. "M'sorry" he whispered, burying his face in Merlin's neck.

"But… Why…" Merlin was at loss with his words, and Arthur pushed him on the bed, and curled around him, resting his head on his chest.

"Please M'lin. Don' wanna talk. Just hold me."

Still shocked, and not sure whether Arthur had said the truth or not, Merlin nodded, and when he realized what he had agreed to, Arthur had already fallen asleep on him, and he didn't have the heart to wake him. So he waited for sleep to get him to, and tried to push all the things they would need to discuss to the following morning. But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Arthur had no right to come back and say all these things to him, just because he was drunk. He was the one who had left, and Merlin deserved to be left alone to cope with the breakup and get over it. He certainly didn't need a drunken Arthur telling him he still loved him.

In the end, he fell asleep being more angry at Arthur than anything.

To be continued…