The Englishman was usually chirpy in his mornings infact he was well known for it but this morning he found himself head hanging low supported by his elbow on the desk "... How does this even happen" he stutters while examining the headlines and lying facts about having a relationship with not just a man but his rival.
" This can't be legal... I bet the Frenchman planned all of this! Who would just sit around with a camera to take that picture! Not to mention...they got my bad side...though yesterday everywhere was my bad side" feeling a headache already surging through his head and most likely a vein popping out distinctly from his forehead he decides to lock his apartment door and wallow in self pity and some cheerful tea therapy.
Arthur's phone buzzed as a notification lit up the phone's cover screen. Arthur grunted and picked up his phone. The notification almost made him spit out his tea.
FrancisBonnefoy:
ArthurKirkland Bonjour mom amour~! When's the next date ; ) 3
Furiously tapping his pale fingers on the phone keypad he replies to Francis not thinking twice on his wording and the public viewing this.
Arthurkirkland:
FrancisBonnefoy you mean the next time I see you and punish you!
Clearly not understanding what he just wrote could be taken the opposite way intended he just sat back waiting for this story to unwind itself.
A few minutes later Arthur's phone buzzed once more with a reply from the bloody Frenchman.
FrancisBonnefoy:
ArthurKirkland Ohhh~ I can't wait ; )
Face cracking with his jaw gapped open and pale complexion more So than usual, finally realising what he had done he decided that it was time to stop relying before he dug himself a deeper hole and threw his phone across the room in annoyance.
Arthur's pathetic throw left the phone with barley a scratch. The phone started ringing, indicating that he was receiving a call, much to Arthur's annoyance.
Leaving it alone determined not to fall for the Frenchman's tricks he walked to his bedroom slamming the door and curling up into a fetal position on the bed with a giant pillow in his arms and between his legs " why can't they all just leave me alone! I'm tired!" growling and attempting to close his eyes and sleep since he didn't have to get up early for work anymore.
Before Arthur could relax, his home phone started ringing. Arthur took an other pillow and covered it over his ears in attempts to ignore the pestering caller. The home phone eventually went over to voice mail.
"Hello Arthur. It's me Kiku." The Japanese man sounded rattled and panicked which was very rare for the usually calm Asian "I've been trying to make it to your apartment for the past half hour... Security have been trying to control the paparazzi and fans, I can't get through tough... Please call me as soon as possible." The line cut leaving the room in complete silence.
Having no interest in seeing his manager right now he remained on the bed relaxing and trying to block out the fact that fans and paparazzi were standing outside his apartment and he had to go outside eventually to the market and buy food unless he ordered takeaway forever, then again the delivery person could be a con. Contemplating his newly created life from this individual story he closes his eyes feeling faint.
A large knock on the door resonated through the apartment, awaking the English man from his nap.
" who is it" the English model mumbles not caring how he looks being in his private home feeling blue " if you want pictures piss off...the Frenchie isn't here!"
A frustrated sigh could be heard from the other side of the door "It's Kiku. Your manager. Let me in Arthur I need to see you!"
More grumbles were heard along with thumping footsteps, a key was then slid under the door and the familiar footsteps thumping back to the couch of sorrow Arthur deemed comfy " let yourself in, whatever..."
The Japanese man picked up the keys and unlocked the door, allowing himself inside the apartment. The poor man had a ripped up shirt and hair that could compare itself to Arthur. His usually calm and collected facial expression was replaced with a deep frown and furrowed eyebrows.
"... Do not tell me how ridiculous I look. I already know."
Even being as blue as he was Arthur couldn't help but smile and let out a faint laugh " you got eaten up by the crowd up there, can't imagine what it will be like when my landlord sees this mess"
"Let's not talk about that right now" The manager sat down on the couch across from Arthur. He looked slightly more relaxed now that he was away from those screaming fangirls."I saw the article about you in the news paper today... Care to enlighten me on this situation?"
"Let's not talk about that right now" The manager sat down on the couch across from Arthur. He looked slightly more relaxed now that he was away from those screaming fangirls."I saw the article about you in the news paper today... Care to enlighten me on this situation?"
" look it's not true!" Arthur interrupted " it was raining last night...I was upset and down and it just so happens the Frenchman appeared offering me a lift since it was raining, I took the lift and he dropped me off here, THATS IT!" yelling at the end showing his serious he was " I don't even know how that photo could have been taken...I didn't see anyone around".
"Never underestimate paparazzi" Kiku mumbled subconsciously "To be honest I was hoping you two were actually love interests..."
" WHAT!?" The Brit yelled " WHY!?"
"Okay calm down. I'm not going to force you into anything" Kiku said trying to calm the rattled model down "But you know how much this news story blew up. Imagine how much more job offers you'll get if work with him"
The Englishman stood up and scratched his now stubble covered chin from not shaving that morning " that is true but...no I'm even crazy for thinking of that option!... But he does get million pound deals...but no! I can't..." sighs defeated he looks up knowing his manager is saying the truth.
"Arthur-san. Me and Francis's manager were talking.. We think it would be a good idea"
"... Who is his manager?" Arthur dreaded asking since he somehow thought this was a good idea.
" Ja ja alright franny boy keskeskeskez" Gilbert laughed with his chair leaned back and legs up on his desk " now franny kiku und I were talking and vell ve think zhis story needs to be fact! Vhat do you think? Kiku agreed to get Arthur vorking along vith it" tapping the magazine.
"I don't mind playing along" the Frenchman said biting his lip to hide a small smirk "I'd like to see how this goes"
" now lots of hand holding und flirty behaviour you hear me" Gilbert adds and puts his sunglasses on smirking " I vant zhis convincing und sexy, you on every magazine and photoshop! " gestures as to how big and famous he will be.
"Pas de problème~ This should be a piece of cake" Francis boasted, brushing his blond strands of hair away from his face
" now get out there und flirt my sexy blond baby! Und make sure people are watching und promote couple photoshop! Use zhat little Brit?" Gilbert chuckled and stood up walking to the window seeing the fans nearby.
"I will!" Francis stood up and walked over to his manager's side, looking out watching the crazy fans standing near the building "... Maybe I should wait a little longer"
" nah~! Tell zhem your off to see Arthur...zhey vill understand" Gilbert winks and sits back swiviling in his seat.
Francis took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst, but tried not to focus on it too much. "Alright mon ami, if you say so." He walked out of his manger's office. People around him couldn't help but to stop and look at him when he passed through the halls. Ladies wanted him. Men wanted to be him.
He made his way to the bottom floor where he was greeted with crowds of paparazzi. He waved and winked at them like he had always done before security guards came to safely escort him out.
Back in Arthur's apartment the recently fired suit model was lying on his couch eating a doughnut and trying to forget his troubles and the hard decisions he had to make while his manager watched over him alittle annoyed by the diversion of his question
" you know Kiku I never knew how tasty these things were" Arthur mumbled with his mouth full " Maybe I will become a baker instead?" he smirked in a day dream
"Maybe you can have that as a side job one day..." Kiku mumbled nervously. Arthur was horrible at cooking and baking. He would probably have to go though tons of law suits for food poisoning.
Looking up he remembers Kiku's presence " wait...why are you still here? were we discussing something or do you want to have breakfast with me...then again if you do people might think we are a couple" laughing hysterically at the situation now still very much nervous.
"Arthur-San... Are you alright?" The Japanese man asked with concern for his client.
" of course im not fine! the magazines are saying im going out with my old model rival who took the jobs I wanted! " Arthur yelled in a sudden fit of anger " and now I have to pretend its true to make the rent this month! "
"Oh Arthur it won't be bad-" Kiku was cut off with a knock on the door. He sighed quietly "Who is it?"
"Special delivery~!"
" I hope it's more cake" The Brit grumbled dragging his feet behind him as he marched to the front door, once opening it and seeing the Frenchman after a good long, dull stare he closes it again and locks the little chain on the door shut then proceeding to walk back to the couch.
Kiku grudgingly got up and opened the door, where he was met with the beaming French model.
"Bonjour Kiku~ I'm here to see Arthur."
"I don't think that's a good idea..." The Japanese man was ignored by the Frenchman as he waltzed his way towards the irritated Brit.
"Bonjour Arthur~ How are you mon amour?"
" What did you say to me?" Arthur asked with narrow eyes block out the sun
"I called you my love" Francis took a seat beside Arthur and smirked "we are in a 'relationship' after all~"
Feeling his anger slowly blossom in his blood and his stomach turn at that sentence Arthur then did the unspeakable and threw up on Francis then letting his limp head lean on the Frenchman's shoulder...he ate too many doughnuts...
Francis quickly stood up in a complete panic.
"Merde merde merde! I think some got in my hair!"
When Francis was stood up to react Arthur fell flat faced on the carpet below and passed out to a certain extent, enough not to move but enough to moan in pain.
Kiku's eyes widened. Francis was freaking out and Arthur had passed out. The awful turns off events caused him to start panicking.
"Ummmm. uh" The Japanese man was thinking of a plan to settle everything down "Francis-san, you go take a shower. I'll bring Arthur over to his bedroom" Francis nodded and walked off to go find the bathroom.
Arthur was like a heavy log to carry, he was down and out atleast so he couldn't get mad with the short Japanese manager accidently hit him with furniture he passed by and the following doorways.
When the manager finally made it to Arthur's room, he (miraculously) managed to place Arthur neatly into his bed. He took a deep breath and walked out of Arthur's room to go find some medicine and a face cloth to give Arthur.
Moaning about feeling sick and curling up into a tight fetal position Arthur didn't care about vomiting on the hottest celebrity model this year. He could care less he had a stomach ache.
When Kiku came back he gently placed a cold face cloth on Arthur's head. He tucked Arthur in and left the room once more to make the sick Brit some soup.
hearing his shower being used Arthur was alittle annoyed and grumbled before another wrack of pain surged through his body.
Today wasn't going to be a good start if they were to pretend to be a couple.
Kirklands.