Chapter 18!

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

Arthur gave her a smile, while Eames just took her hand and kissed it. She sat beside them and looked at her phone. Inmediatly it sounded, and she smiled at the text.

"I'm going out with some friends. Can we go home?"

Eames winked at her and then, he asked the waitress for the bill. Arthur's face was serious, and he wondered with who she was going out, since he only knew Anne.

"See you sweetie. Go and have fun"

"Thanks. I'm going to visit you on sunday, don't forget about our coffee"

Eames nodded and leave them alone. They just walked in silence to their apartment, but Phillipa continued recieving messages, and giggling a little when she read them.

"Where are you going?"

The Point Man broke the silence once they were inside their place. She went to her room and he followed her. He felt something inside him, like a feeling. Something that he had never experienced before, with anyone until now. Fear.

"I'm going to a discotheque with Anne and others from my class. We need to celebrate"

She was getting undressed and he just kept his gaze over her. He started to feel nervous, with the feeling of knowing more and more about the 'others' she was talking about.

"Who are the others? I thought you only were good friends with Anne"

She went to her bathroom for a shower. He just followed her while she was removing her make up.

"Just some girls and guys we worked with in a practical work. Professor said that our sketches were the best work of the class"

"Congratulations. Do you need me to ride you or-"

She shaked her head and then took him out of the bathroom.

"No, Jean will pick me up"

Phillipa closed the door, leaving Arthur more and more confused. Who was Jean? was the first thing he though.

Arthur was looking something on his laptop when he heard a sound on his door. He walked to the door, when Phillipa yelled at him.

"Tell him I'm going to be down in five minutes!"

He opened the door and saw him. A young man, with no more than twenty years. His skin was pale, his hair was brown and his eyes were blue. He was a little bit taller than him, and he was dressed perfectly.

The youngest smiled and then he offered his hand.

"Bonsoir monsieur. I'm Jean. Is Pipa ready?"

Before Arthur could made any sound, Phillipa appeared behind him. She was wearing a very short blue night dress, with a black pair of high heels and her hair was loose over her back.

"Hi Jean. I'm ready, let's go"

The Point Man grabbed her arm and put his best face to the french guy in front of him. "Give us a minute, ok?"

He closed the door, and then took her to his room. He didn't want Jean to hear him.

"You're not going anywhere wearing that- that thing"

Phillipa looked down at her dress, and smiled at him. She took his hand, and kissed him softly on his lips.

"Don't do this..." Said him.

It was more a whisper than a sentence from Arthur's lips. He knew it, he was afraid. His fears from the beggining were becoming a reality to him.

"I'm not going to be late. Promise" Phillipa said to his ear.

She walked to the door, and leave him there, alone, begging for maybe this time his thoughts were wrong.

It was five am, and she leave at ten. He couldn't sleep, despite the fact he felt tired. He checked at his phone every ten minutes, but she didn't call him.

But he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to think and calm himself. He knew he couldn't lock her for ever.

"You are so young Phillipa. You have a whole life to live, you're seventeen. And I, I'm an old man, almost on my forties, with nothing more than a short future by myself. You'll want to go out, have some fun while I'll want just to stay at home and sleep because I'll be tired. You'll want to travel around the world, while I already did it. You'll want children, when I'll have the age to be a grandpa"

She took his hand and put it over her chest.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel how my heart beats while I'm looking at you?"

He nodded with his head.

"I'm almost eighteen. I know I have a whole life to live, but I want you in it. I want you in my future. And If I want to go out and have fun, I'll stay with you because you are the best person I had ever met. You're all the fun I want, and if you're tired, I'll stay by your side because I love you. If I want to travel around the world, I want you to show me the places you had been before. I want you to show me all the world we have for us. If I want children, I want to have them with you. Because no matter your age, I love you. And If you are going to be a grandpa, you are going to be the grandpa of our kids, because I love you more than I can stand"

And then, they kissed for the first time.

He opened his eyes when he heard the door. It was almost six in the morning, when she arrived. The sun was already on the blue sky, and he could also heard some birds close to his window.

He saw her trying to walk to her room. She has her shoes on her left hand and her purse on her other hand.

"Phillipa, why don't you call me? I was-"

"Hey uncle! Don't be maaaaad, just help me with-"

She almost fell to the floor, but he helped her. She was drunk.

"Go to sleep. We'll talk about this later"

Arthur was serious. He really cared about her, but he was angry. It was the first time he saw her like that, and he made a quick mental note to not let her drink again.

Her pink lipstick had disappeared, and his hair had lost her waves. Arthur helped on her way to her bed, when she sat and sighed.

"Phillipa, once you wake up, we have to talk"

He was serious, but she only stared at him, and looked for her purse.

"What are you looking for?"

She found Mal's ring and put it on her ring finger. It was a little big for her, but she rolled it on her finger with is fingers.

"I'm not dreaming"

Arthur frowned. She dropped her purse, and when he tried to pick it, he found something that made him more angry.

"Phillipa, what are you doing with this?"

"I brought them-"

"Just go to sleep, we're going to talk about this later"

He was leaving the room, when she called him. He was so angry, that he ignored her.

"Please stay with me"

"Go to sleep"

He shut the door strongly, and she just cried.

Hell, I don't like how I ended this chapter, but I guess Arthur would be angry and not happy to see her drunk :(

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