Stalker!England X Reader- Always There

*~*~Nine*~*~

Chapter Nine

Arthur paced across his living room, his phone in his right hand, whilst his other hand raked through his dishevelled hair. Ever since they'd gotten back from the holiday three days ago, Arthur had distanced himself from Alfred and (Y/N) whilst he planned his next move. It had been so difficult, staying away from her, and Arthur had taken to scrolling through her Facebook profile, flicking through photo after photo. Whenever he saw her luscious lips, all he could think about was kissing her and her eyes, beautiful and (E/C), made him feel as though he were falling in love all over again every time he looked at them. She was everything he wanted in this world and he knew that once he had her, he would never let her go.

But, there was a problem. She didn't love him back. As much as it pained him to think it, she loved her American housemate, Alfred, and Arthur knew that, as long as they were together, she wouldn't give the Brit a second thought- unless it was in contempt or disgust and that hurt Arthur. It hurt him badly and he would have to end it.

He collapsed onto his sofa with a sigh and balanced his phone on his lap as he thought, his jade eyes screwed up in concentration. He knew what he had to do, but he wasn't sure whether he could bring himself to do it. Arthur was certain that if he enlisted Oliver's help, he would make (Y/N) his and together they would make her see sense, make her understand that she belonged to him, and him alone. But, if they did that it would hurt her and Arthur didn't want to be the cause of her tears. Whenever Arthur hesitated, whenever he felt his resolute heart begin to waver, he thought of the night outside the club, and the way Alfred held (Y/N) in his arms as she hugged him, and all of his determination and anger bubbled back to the surface, hot and unmoveable.

He unlocked his phone and clicked on Oliver's name in his contacts, scowling slightly. Arthur did not hate his cousin, but to say he liked him would be a gross exaggeration. Arthur simply tolerated him and only saw him when he had to. Arthur used to believe that he and Oliver were polar opposites, only sharing a small resemblance in the way they looked. Arthur was intelligent, polite and calculating, whilst Oliver was spontaneous, friendly to the point of overzealous and slightly psychotic. However, ever since he'd met (Y/N), Arthur had felt himself becoming more and more like his cousin and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Bracing himself, Arthur clicked the call button and held the phone to his ear. His hands were trembling slightly and he wasn't sure whether it was in fear of what he was thinking of doing, or excitement- it was probably both, he reasoned. Arthur bit his lip and the phone rang twice before his cousin answered.

"Arthur!" Oliver's excited voice screeched, causing Arthur to hold the phone away from his ear, "how I've missed my dearest cousin!"

"I've missed you too, Oliver," Arthur lied as massaged his temples, his head was beginning to hurt already. "It's been too long."

His energetic cousin let out a shrill laugh. "Now, Arthur, there's no need to lie. You haven't missed me at all. In fact, your last call to me was on Christmas Day-"

Arthur sighed- this was going to be harder than he thought. "I know, and I'm sorry, but it's just been really busy-"

"Two years ago!" Oliver sounded cross, but Arthur knew that the man was just toying with him. Oliver probably felt just as little affection for Arthur as Arthur did for him. "But," Oliver continued, "seeing as you've caught me in a good mood, I'm willing to forgive you."

Arthur smiled- now they were getting somewhere. "Thank you, Oliver."

"Call me Ollie."

Arthur cringed. Why did everyone around him have to insist on using absurd nicknames? It was ridiculous. "Anyway, Ollie, I'm calling because I wanted to ask you for a favour-"