England x Reader - Take It All

Warning: Implied Lemon. Don't like, don't read.

"Roderick," you sighed, "I just can't stand it anymore!"

"I know," he said comfortingly. "You fell for him, your best friend."

You were in your school's music room with your friend, Roderick. You had something on your mind, and you needed someone to talk to. Your mind was on the man who used to be your best friend, Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur and you had known each other since your elementary days when you were his only friend. He was often bullied for his eyebrows, but you were the one person who didn't care if they were as large as caterpillars or non-existent. He was a great person to be around, and nothing tore you two apart, even high school...until, he met her!

He met Michelle. At first, she seemed like a cool girl. She was sweet, treated you nicely, but one day, you heard her tell Arthur to stop being around you. She told him that you were going to be his downfall in life, the thing that kept him away from his dreams, and he believed it. He stopped talking to you. He didn't even look at you. When teachers partnered you two together, the only things he'd say were the things pertaining to the project. It tore your heart to pieces.

You did try to rekindle that friendship, but it was all in vain. You never stopped trying though. You loved him. You were tired, though, of failed attempt after failed attempt. You soon gave up and lost hope. It was useless in your eyes. Your poor patched up heart couldn't take any more of the rejection.

"Sometimes it helps me to play the piano," Roderick explained. "Play the song that tugs at my heart's strings because it's my life in a melody. Why don't you try it? Play the song that makes you think of Arthur."

Meanwhile, Arthur was heading back to the music room. He had forgotten his sheet music and really needed it. I mean, it was the song he wrote. It was all of his unhappiness in his relationship all bottled into one three minute piece.

He wasn't happy with Michelle. She had changed him into something he wasn't proud of. He was self-centered, rude, and a jerk, especially to someone who had meant the world to him. He had been a jerk to his best friend. She was with him through thick and thin, and because of Michelle, he treated her like dirt.

Arthur saw the door to the music room was partially opened. He could hear voices talking too. One, a more feminine voice, sounded like she was going through something.

"Play the song that makes you think of Arthur."

Arthur peeked his head in the doorway. Sitting at the piano was the girl who used to be his best friend and Roderick.

"Okay," she sighed, preparing herself and taking a deep breath.

Didn't I give it all?
Tried my best,
Gave you everything I had,
Everything and no less,
Didn't I do it right?
Did I let you down?

You let the words and notes flow through you as you pretended to serenade Arthur. You had many thoughts about what you could have possibly done wrong.

Maybe you got too use to,
Having me around,
Still, how can you walk away,
From all my tears?
It's gonna be an empty road,
Without me right here,

Arthur looked at you as you played. Your voice was beautiful. He had really forgotten that about you. He had forgotten about how passionate for music were.

But go on and take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool,
Just take it all,
With my love,
Take it all,
With my love,

Maybe I should leave,
To help you see,
Nothing is better than this,
And this is everything we need,
So is it over?
Is this really it?
You're giving up so easily,
I thought you loved me more than this,

There were many times you wished that you could leave, go far away, just to make him notice. You knew you never had the heart to tell him, but you would've thought your friendship was more than he did. He just left you behind as he moved forward to somewhere that couldn't see yet.

But go on, go on and take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool,
Just take it all,
With my love,
Take it all,
With my love,

Your voice was cracking. Arthur could tell you were trying not to cry as the song went on. He stepped away from the door a step. He didn't want you to see him. He knew you thought he hated you, and he knew that if you saw him, his chances to reignite what was there between you would disappear forever. He loved you, and he wished you knew the truth. He only dated Michelle because he had a hard time saying "no" and an even harder time breaking up with her.

I will change if I must,
Slow it down and bring it home,
I will adjust,
Oh, if only,
If only you knew,
Everything I do,
Is for you,

He didn't want you to change. He loved you for who you were, while you were ready to be anything he wanted you to be. If your hard work to bring him to you wasn't enough, you would work harder. You only wanted to have him back in your life.

But go on, go on and take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool,
Just take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool,
Just take it all,
With my love,
Take it all,
With my love,
Take it all,
With my love.

Arthur dashed off, texting Michelle that they needed to talk.

You set you head in your hands as the tears rolled down your face.

"You shouldn't bottle your emotions," Roderick said as he sat down and pulled you into his embrace.

"I know, but it becomes a habit when you him everyday."

"Play music," he sighed, "if anything, to keep from bottling it up. That's why I express anger with Chopin."

You laughed. He always said that after he expressed his anger to his neighbor, Ludwig, one day, and Ludwig had announced his deduction of Roderick's music choice out of blue. It was hilarious. You hadn't seen it coming, and your laughter had surprised the two. It always made you smile.

"Now," Roderick smiled at you, "go home and relax a bit. I'll call you tomorrow to see how you're doing."

"Alright. Thanks, Roddie."

"What do you mean we're done?" Michelle asked angrily.

"I'm done, Michelle," Arthur sighed. "I'm tired of having to live up to your standards and being changed into something I'm not proud of."

Arthur had decided that being with Michelle wasn't worth all the work he put into it. He decided it was time to end it and start anew with the only girl that meant anything to him.

"Fine then!" Michelle snapped as she stormed out of the cafe. "Have fun with your life and that loser I know you're going to go back to!"

"She is no loser," Arthur replied angrily. "If anyone is the loser, it would be you, Michelle. You're not worth the time."

Your drowsy eyes couldn't hold themselves open as you slowly nodded off. You were very tired after your emotional day, and your couch was calling to a pajama clad you. It seemed like a good idea too, until someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up and looked through the peephole.

You couldn't believe it! It was Arthur! What was he doing at your house? You opened the door.

"Are you here to tell me that your girlfriend doesn't like me," you said, snark dripping off your tongue, "because I already figured that out."

"No, love," he said awkwardly. "I came to tell you something."

"And what's that?" He sighed.

"But go on, go on and take it

Take it all with you
Don't look back
At this crumbling fool
Just take it all
With my love
Take it all
With my love"

You just stared at him.

"You heard me?" you asked. "In the music room?"

"Love, did I ever tell you that I love you with everything in me."

Tears fell down your face. The emotions drowned you as sobs wracked your body. The only difference from the meltdown in the piano room was these tears were happy.

"I love you too, Arthur."

He pulled you into him and seized your lips. Every singled bottled up emotion you two had made this kiss desperate and so full of passion that a Spaniard would be jealous. Soon, you had wrapped your legs around him, and he shut the door behind him.

Tonight was the night to take it all.