His room was only a few doors down from yours so it only took a couple of steps to find his door, number 222. Knowing Arthur he would be asleep, dead to the world even with the storm raging on outside because he grew up with storms and rain.
That wasn't the problem though. The problem was that you had no idea if he'd help you or not since sometimes he could help you out like the gentleman he is but sometimes he could be well, a bit of a grumpy old man. You just hoped he was in a good mood as you held your fist to the door.
You raped on the door three times. "Arthur," you called quietly hoping your voice wouldn't break. You couldn't hear any response from inside the room.
As you were about to knock again the door opened slowly. In the frame was Arthur, his blond tussled hair even more messy and he was wearing a shirt that read keep calm and drink more tea and green pyjama bottoms. He rubbing his eyes and gave out a yawn.
"_ love, what are you doing here?" Arthur asked as he gave you a sheepish look.
He seemed like he was in a good mood. "Well," you began hesitantly before looking at Arthur with sincerity. "I was wondering if I could come inside?"
Arthur cocked his head slightly to the side. "Of course," he answered and held the door for you, waiting for you to step inside. Once you were he shut the door and led you to his bed. "What seems to be the matter love? Your cheeks are a bit puffy," he said as he sat down, his voice held concern.
"A little bit?" You asked laughing to yourself and dropping down next to him. "I thought my whole face would've been a puffball, I've been crying so much." Your voice dropped as the sentence led on.
"You've been crying?" Arthur asked and tried to get a better look at your face. "What happened?"
"Nightmare," you answered and looked down to your hands feeling stupid.
"It must've been terrifying," Arthur commented to no one in particular. "I mean for someone who is mentally and emotionally strong like you. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I think," you sighed. "But I won't be if I go back to sleep. Well not without. . ." You cut yourself off.
"Huh, I didn't quite get that last bit," Arthur said.
"It's just that my little sister is always there for me so every time I have a nightmare she'd let me sleep in her bed with her," you tried to explain.
"So you wanted to stay with me for the night," Arthur concluded in a low hushed voice.
You didn't answer and just nodded your head. It looked like Arthur was contemplating something. His bushy eyebrows knitted together as you pressed his palms against one another.
"You can stay for the night," Arthur said breaking the silence. "I wouldn't like you to stay up all night and be dead tired in the morning."
"Thank you," you smiled and gave Arthur's shoulders a small squeeze in an attempt of a hug.
"If you wouldn't mind though I would like to get some sleep," Arthur informed. "I'd like to get early tomorrow and try head back home before the peak hour traffic begins."
You smiled and nodded and shifted into the already slept in bed. Arthur followed your movements but hesitated once he was in the covers.
"What is it?" You asked turned around.
"Well I was just wondering, i-if you wanted to. . ." Arthur mumbled blushing at his own words. "If y-you don't mind. It might help c-comfort you."
You knew what he meant. Well you were sure what he was trying to say. He wanted to hug or cuddle or the act of two bodies being pressed against each other. You nodded and shifted closer to Arthur, showing him that it was perfectly fine. Arthur shifted you so your face was cradled in his chest. His arms were wrapped around you in a comforting and warm way. Soon your breathing met his and your eyes began to close. You weren't sure if the Brit was already asleep but you swore you heard a little snore escape his lips.
Ring! Ring! Was that an alarm? No this place didn't have any. Ring! Ring! Maybe it was just you dreaming. Ring! Ring! You could feel yourself being moved onto a cool surface as you left a warm one. Ring! Ri- The annoying ringing noise stopped as you heard someone sigh.
"What is it fat ass?" You heard a familiar British accent ask.
You opened one eye and saw a sleepy Arthur with a phone held up to his ear. You noticed that his phone's cover was a Doctor Who tardis.
"No I do not want to go down to McDonalds with you," Arthur sighed. "Why? Because I don't want to!" Another pause. "No, don't you dare break down that door! Don't. . ." The room's door shuddered. "No stop it." Another shudder rumbled through the door. "This is why everyone find you obnoxious." Another shudder.
"Hey, Alfred would you stop it," you said into Arthur's phone as you propped yourself on your elbows.
"What dude, you have _ in there?!" You heard Alfred exclaimed from both outside the room and phone. "Hey, _ wanna come down to McDonalds with me?"
"Sure thing," you answered back smiling. "And I'll bring Mr Grumpy Gills along with me to, he looks like he could do with a happy meal."
"Aw sweet! See you dudes in ten!" Alfred disconnected the call and steps could be heard from outside the room.
"I'm not going _," Arthur protested before you could say anything.
"Yes you are," you argued. "Because I need to shout you something for helping me last night, so whether you like it or not you're coming. So get changed unless you want me to help you."
"This is only for your sake," Arthur mumbled as he got out of bed.
(He would be resting on his side and have both arms wrapped around the person)