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EngBel: A Little Help

Arthur unlocked his front door, before he turned his attention to the apartment next to his. His neighbour was leaving, and Arthur stared at her for a moment. He always thought that she was beautiful, but at that time, she was wearing a beautiful green dress. It was obvious that she was going out. Arthur swallowed, before he turned away. He entered his apartment and shut the door. She was going out, and he was going to sit home alone, reading.

He hoped that he would gather the courage to speak to her one day. She was always smiling when he saw her, and he wanted to get to know her. At the very least, he wondered if it would be the start of a new friendship.

…

Bella grunted, her hands reaching back as she fumbled. She could get the zipper, but no matter how much she tried, she just couldn't get it to move. After several minutes of fumbling, she had to give up. There was no way she could remove the dress without help. And there was no one else that could help her.

Bella looked at the time, and she decided to take a risk. She went to the apartment next door and knocked.

Arthur was getting ready for bed when someone knocked on his door. He paused, before he went to see who would disturb him so late in the night. When he opened the door, green eyes framed by blond hair looked at him and his breath abandoned him. She smiled at him, and his cheeks darkened.

"Sorry to bother you this late," Bella said. "But… My zipper's stuck. You're the only one I can ask to help me."

"O-oh!" Arthur exclaimed. "Of course!"

She smiled, before she turned her back to him. Arthur grabbed the zipper, being very careful to not touch her more than absolutely necessary. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. However, the zipper didn't want to budge, no matter how much he pulled.

"Um, is it alright if I put my other hand on your back?" Arthur asked. "I just need a bit more stability."

"Of course," Bella said. "You know, I see you a lot, but we never really talk, despite living next to each other. I'm Bella, by the way. I don't think I've caught your name."

"Arthur."

He placed his hand on her back and she shrank back. He immediately withdrew his hand.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean…"

"No, it's fine," Bella said. "You just caught me off-guard a bit, that's all. And your hand is cold."

"…Ah, I see what the problem is. The zipper caught some of the fabric. Let me just…" He worked the fabric free, and the zipper went down. "There!"

"Oh, thank you," Bella said, turning around. "Do you mind if I buy you a coffee tomorrow to thank you?"

"No, you really don't have to…"

"I insist. It's the least I can do."

"…Then, in that case… Would you mind joining me for tea instead? I'm not much of a coffee drinker."

"Tea sounds great. Thank you."

The prompt is: 'Imagine your OTP being next door neighbours that don't know each other. But after a particular long night out Person A can't unzip their dress (or can't get the knot out of their horribly tied tie; get creative!) and they're home alone. After struggling for a long time, they have to accept that they need help. And that's what brings them to Person B's door in the middle of the night.'