There is no more fitting song... I am so glad that it is Friday. Hoping for a more relaxed weekend. I think my mum thinks that I am going to use it wisely by going to sleep earlier but really I think I am just going to sleep in later.

Thank you for the reviews. In all honesty, I am making this story go in a direction that I have never taken a story before and I don't know whether I am going to do it well or whether I should have just left it as an idea... I will let you guys decide...

And it's Friday night and it's kicking in
And I can't dress, they're gonna crucify me

Chapter 5

Merlin wasn't certain whether he was just doing a good job at staying away from Morgana or if it was just because she was equally trying to avoid him. Arthur had told him that she was back in London and where she was staying. He also said that he was here for him if he wanted to talk about anything and there was so much that Merlin wanted to tell Arthur but knew that he couldn't. Morgana being back complicated a lot.

Although there was one thing that he was sure about. He felt like he had tried to stay away from Morgana for Freya's sake. Freya may have known all about their relationship and how Morgana broke his heart, but there was more to her return than Merlin suspected.

He pushed open the door to the hospital ward, trying to awkwardly hide the big bunch of flowers behind his back.

"Merlin, really. You don't have to get me flowers each time." Freya said from her bed.

"I didn't last time and anyway, these look a little dead."

He rested the new flowers on her bed beside her and watched out of the corner of his eye as she picked them up and smelt them. He took the old flowers out of the vase and threw them away before he replaced the water and started to arrange the new flowers. He wished that he could take her somewhere where he could spend all day trying to find the right flowers for her. Or just a picnic in some meadow. He wanted her to anywhere but in the hospital. He dropped into the seat next to her bed after he had finished.

"I saw your Instagram post."

He smiled at her. "They were simpler times."

"I wish that things could be that simple again."

Merlin nodded. "Morgana's back."

"Really?"

"Arthur picked her up from the tube station two weeks ago."

"Should it matter that she is back?"

"I just… just feel like everything is happening at once. Like with you and her returning."

"Merlin..."

"I know I shouldn't worry too much. She will be gone as quickly as she returned. What is important to me is you and only you."

She smiled at him. "Even after the news that we were given the other month. You are more optimistic than I am."

"Look medicine has come so far and so have cancer treatments. The news the other month doesn't mean much. They will be able to put it into remission and then we can have our lives back."

Freya beckoned him forward and he leant forward. The way that she kissed him allowed him to know that it was what she wanted deep down. They both wanted their lives back and to try and get their relationship back on track. They should be thinking about settling down now.

"You would have been a good doctor."

In all the good that Merlin thought he had done in avoiding Morgana, he knew that there was always going to be a point when he would kind of have to face her. He wished that Arthur had managed to get the usual gang together to go out or at least Gwen as well, but for some reason, Merlin found himself in a club with just Arthur and Morgana for company. Arthur would have happily just gone out with Morgana to save him from any awkward conversation but Merlin knew that he had to be there slightly.

Arthur had been an up and coming star in the football world and his face was very well known due to being picked for the England squad. He would have been a star if it was for a 'friendly' match that went wrong. Merlin had been at that game when someone tried to tackle Arthur but instead basically just jumped onto his knee. Arthur had been told that he was lucky to get away with just tendon damage but even without his knee being broken, it put an end to that dream. Merlin had only just got to grips with the offside rule.

Even if he wasn't still a footballer, there was many a girl that had tried to throw themselves at him. Most of them would leave them alone once they had seen Arthur kiss Gwen and it was why they usually only went out as a big group, whether Gwen was there or not.

Merlin knew that it would be up to him to get rid of the girl that Arthur was currently talking to. He suspected that Morgana must have gone to the toilet to leave Arthur alone while he was getting the drinks in.

On a usual night out, if this situation was to happen. Percy would act like Arthur's bodyguard and hand the poor girl over to Gwaine, who would give her the night that she wanted. Merlin never asked too many questions about what happened. He felt like it wasn't his business to know what happened exactly. It was what Uther had organised to happen.

But Merlin was on his own and there was no way that he could allow Morgana to even try and pose as Arthur's girlfriend.

He handed Arthur his drink before leaning in to hear what Arthur wants to say to him.

"Please get rid of her. She is driving me insane."

With Morgana definitely not insight, he knew that he would have to do what he needed to do. Merlin leant over to the girl.

"He is taken."

"So he says. But I don't care. He is Arthur Pendragon." The girl said back to him.

"I care."

There was a way that Arthur looked at him and nodded. Merlin knew what he was insinuating.

"You are definitely not his type," Merlin told the girl.

"So what is his type then?"

"Me."

Merlin found the strength to stand back up and turn to Arthur and kiss him. He would admit to himself that kissing Arthur was everything that he expected it to be and more. He was glad when Arthur pulled him a little closer with his free arm. He could see that the girl wasn't happy about her night being ruined by not getting with the famous footballer but Merlin knew the importance of not allowing that to happen again.

"Thanks for that mate," Arthur said.

"Don't say it. It got her away."

"But are you going to be okay?"

"What? With kissing you, Freya situation and Morgana being back. My life seems to be a bundle of joy at the moment."

"I am only thinking of you."

"What the hell was that?"

Merlin turned to see that Morgana had rejoined them. He handed her drink.

"What was what?" He asked her.

"Are you trying to properly piss Uther off? Kissing the golden boy."

There was a moment of anger that just grew in him. He willed himself not to say something and there was a part of him that felt like he didn't have to explain himself to her. But there was something that just couldn't stop himself from saying something.

"If you were here, you would know."

He knew that she was taken aback by him. They really needed to have a proper conversation. They needed to talk about why she ran and why she couldn't have waited for him. He needed her to know the impact that it had on his life. But he didn't want to explain it in a club where they could barely hear each other speak. Nor did he want to explain why he kissed Arthur and really, really enjoyed it and why Arthur didn't mind what he had just done.

It was just a very long story that would open too many wounds that had healed years ago.