A/N: Wow! An actual update! Heck yeah.

I'm so sorry for the late updates on EVERYTHING. All my fics haven't been updated in a while. But I have a sort of valid reason. School is a bitch. Because apparently I'm a clever person, I HAVE to get good grades in all my subjects. I'm super stressed out because of my workload and trying to do everything well and stuff. Which means more time spent on homework and less time on everything else. And with GCSEs coming up, I have A LOT of homework.

So yeah that's my life at the moment.

But anyway, here's a not as late as the other ones have been update.

On another note... I think that there's only going to be a few more chapters! I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing...

Disclaimer: I wish I owned. Actually, if I owned, it would be a lot less hassle. Wow, I can see the benefits. But alas, it cannot be.

"Speaking."

'Signing'

'Thoughts'

Chapter 14

Well, I say stayed.

It was probably only about two minutes after they started that the bathroom door was flung open. And who should be on the other side of that door than Alfred Motherfucking Jones.

"I can peeeeeeeee freeeeeeeeeeeee!" The boy sang (very out of tune, mind you), striding into the bathroom before freezing as he saw the two teenagers on the floor of the bathroom, lips moving against on another's.

When Francis heard the door slam open he quickly tried to pull away. Arthur, who hadn't heard the door, clung onto the Frenchman for dear life and Francis had to practically wrench himself away. Arthur's lips were still puckered and his eyes closed, and he was trying to re-initiate the kiss. The blond teen looked up at Alfred with pitiful blue eyes that screamed 'help me'

"I'll just be going then." The boy muttered, slowly backing out of the room. Francis could only watch was the door was slowly closed. He had almost turned back to Arthur when he heard a shout.

"I knew it! I knew it! Kiku owes me a tenner!*"

"Could you keep the noise down Al? I'm trying to work!"

"But dad! Artie and Francis are kissing in the bathroom!"

"Are they? Damn it! I owe Madeline ten pounds!"

'What is wrong with this family?'

"Fraaaannnncccciiiiiis."

The teen turned his head back around. Arthur's eyes were open, his lips no longer puckered. He was looking at Francis with a confused look.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because we were rudely interrupted by Alfred barging in."

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"The atmosphere is kinda ruined now isn't it."

"Yeah."

The two sat up and sat a bit further away from each other. They looked each other in the eyes.

Green met blue once again.

"Arthur?" Francis asked.

"Yes?" The teen replied.

"How do you say 'I love you' in sign language?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.

"It's simple really." Arthur started. "You point to yourself." He pointed to himself. "That's the 'I'. Then you fist your hands and gently cross them over your chest, like you're hugging someone." Arthur also did this action. "That's the 'love'. Then the you is just pointing to the other person, like so." He pointed to Francis before letting his hand drop down to his side.

"Well, Arthur." Francis smiled and Arthur's heart totally didn't flutter. The Frenchman repeated the motions he himself had just described, and although Arthur had known that this was what he meant from as soon as Francis had asked, he couldn't help but smile.

The two ended up leaning in again, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing.

This one didn't last as long, for it was only about a minute until the two mutually pulled away.

The Frenchman smirked, staring into forest green eyes.

"I think we've graced the Jones' presence for too long."

"I agree."

They both stood up. Francis held the door open for Arthur and the two walked outside.

Alfred wolf whistled as they made their way downstairs. Francis frowned but Arthur just smiled, knowing that Alfred would never change.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality." Francis called, and the reply came floating back down the stairs.

"You're welcome, but try not to break any more doors next time you come!"

Francis ran before any other remarks could be made.

~oOo~

Arthur shut the door behind him, sinking to the floor, a blush evident on his face. Luckily, it was just the door to the complex, otherwise he would have a lot of explaining to do.

What the hell had just happened.

Right, Arthur, think back to the last few hours.

Francis had asked him to go out with him.

He had told Francis that he was deaf.

Francis had ran, and so had he.

He went to Matthews.

Francis came.

Told him that being deaf didn't matter.T

Francis told him that he loved him.

Francis kissed him.

Alfred barged in.

Francis said that he loved him in sign language.

Francis walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye.

Told him to see him tomorrow.

He had walked in here.

And here he was.

He was confused.

Why did Francis like him? He was nothing special. He was imperfect, broken, battered. And despite what the Frenchman had said earlier, it did nothing to reassure him.

Another thought plagued his mind. It niggled at the back of his brain, ever growing and ever present.

How would he tell his parents he was gay?

They were huge homophobes. They were always bashing the 'faggots' and ranting about how it was against God's wishes (even though he hadn't been to Church. in his life and told him from an early age that God didn't exist). He was pretty sure that Alistor and Dylan were the same, and maybe Liam. Mary definitely wasn't homophobic, he knew that from the amount of times she had argued with their parents about their views.

He dragged his feet up the stairs. He was sixteen, technically he could leave school... but he wasn't going to do that. He would finish his exams at least, they were coming up soon. But then what? What would he do after exams? Leave? Stay?

He sighed, knocking on the door. He would have to decide what to do soon. But until then, he could just relax.

As long as he wasn't seen with Francis by anyone his parents or siblings knew, he would be fine.

The door was opened and he was slapped in the face.

The force sent him reeling, and he shook his head a few times. Arthur looked up into green eyes, almost an exact copy of his own.

"You faggot!" His father roared, dragging him inside.

"What? Dad?"

"Don't you dad me!" The man shouted. "No son of mine is gay!"

"How did you-"

"Alistor saw you kissing some pretty boy." The man in question smirked and waved. Arthur looked to his siblings, but received only stony looks. Not even Mary looked sympathetic.

"You're going to regret your ways, Arthur." His father hissed.

He gulped.

'Francis, if I don't get out alive, I love you.'

A/N: cries

THIS IS SUCH A BAD UPDATE I APOLOGISE

I'm so sorry for the quality. We're almost done so I'm going to finish!

Please review! It would mean a lot to me!

I'll try not to take as long this time! See you next time!

*A tenner is an English slang word. It means a ten pound note. If you hop over here, expect to hear that word a lot.