[ A/N: Once again, I'd like to thank everybody for all the support and feedback, read on! Sorry this is so late! I've been really busy so from now on I won't be able to post as much...but anyway, I'm trying a new paragraph kinda style. /)\\\(\ Sorry it's short!]
Arthur was trying to make his way through the crowd to the entrance of the gallery, as he needed some fresh air. He wasn't exactly satisfied with what just happened either, let's say it was 'unfinished business'. Heading back though the bright gallery lights, he started to feel lightheaded. He grunted in slight pain, he was about to blackout at any moment. He quickly thought that he wasn't going to be able to make it to the exit, so Arthur turned around and steadily walked back to the storage room. The poor Brit sat down on the floor uncomfortably, although at this moment he couldn't care less. He started to feel really drowsy too. He had no clue what was happening or what would happen after all of this. He just wished no one would find him like this. Head leaning against the wall, he slowly started to close his eyes, catching a familiar figure speeding towards him in the distance. Everything soon turned pitch black in seconds.
Arthur woke up by feeling a heavy weight leaning on him from his right side. Trying to remember what happened after the gallery night was getting confusing, so he stored the thought. Arthur shifted his eyes to the side to find a rather looking sleepy Alfred, struggling to keep his own eyelids from closing on him. Confused on where he was and what time it was, Arthur tried to remove his hand from his pocket that part of Alfred was leaning on. The small movement made the photographer snap out of his drowsiness. "Arthur...you're awake!" He said, relieved. "I've been awake all night, you don't know how worried I was man! You just suddenly made a huge noise like a *bang* onto the wall and I heard it. I got super worried and you wouldn't respond to me." Arthur looked at Alfred blankly then shook his head, "It happens frequently, don't worry. Thank you for staying with me, I can't believe you didn't fall asleep, although you really should've left me, I would've been fine." Alfred's expression quickly lost its happy charm. "Frequently? That's...that's not good...that's totally not good, you should go see a doctor." he insisted. "Trust me Alfred, I'm okay...just..what time is it?" Arthur squirmed his hand from out of his pocket and glanced at the time on his watch.
"6 AM?!," He whispered loudly. "That's awfully early! Shouldn't we go back to our respective homes? Your brother must be worried no?". Alfred smiled and snuggled his face onto Arthur's shoulders again. "He'll be fine. I promise. And so will you." Arthur snapped out of the 'intimate moment phase' and felt a blush creep up his cheeks. "W-we should go, really." Arthur made an effort to gently push Alfred away and stand up, he was surely struggling, after all, he had been sitting down against a wall for a whole night. Once he perfected his posture he took Alfred's hand and helped him up. "Thanks," mentioned the American, "I'll lead the way out, we're still in the gallery, y'know." Arthur nodded and followed Alfred to the entrance. The Brit spoke up along the way. "How did no one realize you were gone? Even after closing time?" Alfred made some gestures as he talked. "Well, I sorta didn't tell anyone that you collapsed and I took care of you until the event ended, when it was closing time, I really didn't wanna leave you but I had to say bye and stuff, after a few minutes I went back home and sneaked out right after Matt went to sleep." He explained sheepishly. "You did ALL of that and left me here for about half an hour until you came and spent the night watching over me? Did you not think at all of notifying the others that I blacked out?". Alfred chuckled nervously and answered. "Well, no, but I wanted to be the first person that you would see when you wake up, I wanted to be the Hero, and sometimes, Heroes do crazy shit like that too!" Alfred started to blush as he said that. "That's awfully selfish don't you think?" Alfred's face went from heroic to shameful. "I-I'm sorry...I would never do this usually, I swear! I'm usually not like this but I just wanted to show you how much-" Arthur smiled and took hold of Alfred's hand, "I know, don't worry. I understand. I accept your apology. You sure are quite a brilliant person for doing all of that, and taking all these beautiful pictures, while blind, It's truly a gift." Alfred smiled weakly at the comment. "Thanks, I guess being born blind really gets you determined to do stuff, to try to act like a normal person, instead of asking people for help because you have no eyesight."
Arthur squeezed Alfred's hand and they both walked out of the gallery. The sun was slowly rising over New York, light illuminating the skyscrapers. He then let go of Alfred's hand, "We should go back to our homes, I presume yours is close by? I'll have to find a taxi." Alfred looked at the Brit, puzzled, "Why don't you just come over to mine? You can stay the morning here. It's Sunday anyway so you don't have to go and work wherever you work!" Arthur hesitated for a moment but went with it at last. It wasn't worth getting a cab anyway. He accepted the offer and walked with Alfred along the streets to his apartment door. The moment they got there Alfred got silent as he took his keys out of his pocket and whispered, "Do you mind showing me where the lock is? Still haven't gotten used to that man." Arthur accepted and directed Alfred's hand against the lock, which was soon enough unlocked. The door slightly creaked as it was slowly opened. "Now that we're in, Artie, you can sleep in my bed with me! The sofa isn't exactly comfortable to snooze on..." Arthur blushed furiously.
"Himself and Alfred sleeping in a bed together was unheard of. Tending to his inward screaming, he simply nodded with a red face. "You can borrow my pjs, don't worry, they're clean...and smell like me!" Said the American proudly as he handed Arthur his blue short-white top pair that's somehow made Arthur look extremely goofy.
Alfred meanwhile managed to get into the same ones as Arthur but with some different colors. Which most likely didn't matter to him anyway. Alfred made his way around his room and felt for the bed, in which he collapsed on from exhaustion the moment he touched it. "This bed is the best...good-goodnight Artie, I-" Alfred mumbled the rest to sleep. Arthur however, still standing slowly got in and laid down comfortably. He closed his eyes and caught the scent of the clothes he was wearing, 'These pajamas smell very nice...' He thought to himself as he slowly drifted off, soon realizing that that was indeed Alfred's smell, and blushed again. He then felt and heard the sheets moving, only to find Alfred's sleepy arm wrapped around him. Giving him more of the aroma. Arthur just ignored all the rushing thoughts and fell asleep in Alfred's arm. He had some hours before he got the chance to wake up again. Might as well indulge.
Anyway, the last thing he wanted was for Alfred to find out about his problematic condition.
[ A/N: Finally done! *^* I hope you like this new style! Feel free to leave a review if you want on this story so far! Yes, it's still ongoing, but slowly =3= ]