"Morgana!" Arthur's voice ran through the store, causing the two to look. He hurried down the aisle and grabbed his sister by her arm. "What are you doing here?" He said grimly.
"Arthur!" Merlin yelled as Arthur took the crying girl from him. "Stop it!"
"Don't you start feeling bad for her for a second!"
Morgana cried and screamed as she attempted to push away from her brother's grasp. "Let me go!" She yelled. "Please!"
"Arthur_" "Did father send you?"

People started to gather and stare, pointing and whispering things. As Arthur held his sister in a deadly grasp he felt his chest tighten as he realized that the gatherers knew who they were. Morgana had drawn too much attention to the three.

"Merlin, go wait outside." The brunette didn't budge. "Don't you argue this one with me!"
Merlin rolled his eyes and went to wait next to the car.
The crowd started to clear off, leaving Morgana crying her heart out. "Let me go!"
"Not until you tell me why you're here." He tightened his grip.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" She protested, looking into her brother's eyes. They were no longer that soft ocean blue, but they were fierce and blank. He looked like he wanted to kill her...he looked like he did that night when he almost did kill her.

"Arthur!" The voice belonged to Merlin who stood behind him. "Please, let her go."
Automatically, Arthur released his grip and Morgana dashed out of the pharmacy. She didn't even buckle up as she got into her car and sped away.

She cried as she replayed the events in her head and felt a shudder go down her back as she remembered the night her brother had tried to kill her, her mother and their father. He was so filled with rage for the death of his lover that he was brought over to the edge. That was where the split began, that's why Arthur hated every single Pendragon...even himself.

Morgana wasn't the right person for this job because she knew that Arthur would kill her with any chance he got.
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The car ride was completely silent as the two drove.
Arthur didn't speak and neither did Merlin, the brunette only looked out of the window. He didn't even ask Arthur where he was taking him (he wasn't very aware of his surroundings.) When the car finally stopped in a very nice parking lot, Arthur got out and opened the door for Merlin.

"Where are we?" Merlin blandly asked.
"My flat, penthouse." Artur motioned up, took his hand and led him into the building. Merlin didn't protest as the two entered the building and went into an elevator that took them to the top floor.
Arthur searched for his room number, took out a key from his pocket and opened the door. Merlin gasped when he entered and saw how large the flat was. He stared as he looked at a staircase (at the top floor?), expensive furniture and a large television. There were huge windows, allowing splashes of sunlight to enter what Merlin supposed was the living room.
He stood there in awe, soaking up every single thing he saw and understanding that Arthur's life was different from his in so many ways.

"Let me show you around." The voice had ruined Merlin's concentration. Arthur took a hold of Merlin's hand and pulled him up the stairs where they entered a room much larger than Merlin thought it should be.
"Do you live here, alone?" Merlin asked, as Arthur pulled him in.
"Yes." Arthur shut the door. "I do."
"This is your room?"
"Yes it is."

Merlin sighed as he walked around. He then noticed his shoes were still on, so he quickly took them off and placed them on a rug. "This place is huge." He said. "You really are rich."
"Yeah..." Arthur walked towards Merlin who was presently looking at his bookshelf. "But I swear money can't buy one happiness."
Merlin wasn't paying attention, he was looking at a picture of a redhead boy with wild freckles and green eyes. He looked fairly okay, he was young though. "Who is this?" Merlin picked up the picture and showed it to Arthur.
"Peter..." Arthur said, in a very strange tone.
"Was he important to you?" Merlin asked.
"Very."
"What happened to him?"
Arthur's face twisted into something that Merlin had never seen before he shook his head. "He died, he killed himself...it was Morgana and my father's fault." He looked at Merlin, his face returning to normal. "I don't want to talk about him now." It was more of an order, and Merlin obeyed.
He found himself sitting down on Arthur's large bed and before a matter of time, the blond joined him. "Why am I here?" Merlin asked.
Arthur shrugged. "I like being around you." He admitted. "My life is a living hell, I need someone normal to be around." He unknowingly edged closer to Merlin.
"If anything, I like being around you too." Merlin said. "But...you know we can't be...look at reality. I'm a waiter, you are the son of the Duke." Arthur's hand had coiled around Merlin's, silencing him for an instant before he began again. "But I do like you...but we should just stop seeing each other."
"No..." Arthur said softly, he was so close to Merlin now and he wasn't even sure the brunette was aware. His lips could brush Merlin's ear or he could even steal a kiss. "Stay."

Merlin felt Arthur's warm breath and turned around to face him. It was as if time stopped, Merlin became captivated in Arthur's ocean blue eyes. For a while, the two stared at each other before Merlin's whole body finally protested against him. Slowly but firmly, he pressed his lips upon Arthur's and let them linger there. They were soft and warm, leaving Merlin with a great sensation.

Shit! What am I doing? Merlin thought as he pulled away.
Arthur stared at Merlin with wide blue eyes as the brunette rose from the bed and backed away, nearly tripping over himself. "I'm sorry!" Merlin apologized. "I should not have...ugh." He felt sick inside as he made way to leave the room. How could he do this? He had just ruined everything and most importantly, he had betrayed himself.

As soon as he grabbed the cold doorknob, he felt Arthur grab his shoulders and pull him back to the bed. He fell upon the soft mattress only to have a much more heavier force advance upon him and before he knew it, Arthur's lips were now intertwined with his.
Arthur brought his hands up and cupped Merlin's face while he kissed him, only stopping to gasp for air. Merlin who was confused by all of this mustered up the strength to ask a question. "Why?" He said as Arthur rested on top of him. "Why do you love me?" The question was an honest one but he sounded hurt and agonized. "I'm not good for you, your family_" "About five years ago Merlin, I was sent to jail for trying to kill my family." Arthur admitted, he grinned. "I want nothing to do with them, not my father or Morgana." He stared into Merlin's eyes, understanding that his brunette was still lost. "I love you because you are real, you are not fake! You are a person, not a walking bank or someone my father has picked out for me!"

Arthur rolled off of Merlin and pulled him into a hug. "I love you too." Merlin finally managed. "I just wish that..." He shook his head as he pulled himself into Arthur.

"Let's just sleep here for a while..." Arthur whispered. "I promise, I'll take you home...okay?"

Merlin nodded and slowly closed his eyes, fading into a peaceful sleep.

I literally took a History test today, that killed me, I swear it did. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW IT! PLEASE REVIEW! IF YOU ARE READING THIS, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW I AM ASKING YOU! And in that review, just tell me how your life is going. Do you have any questions? Do you have a date for Valentines day? Do ya? Because I don't, but I still love it!

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