All Yours… Rock Star! England x Shy! Reader
You sat patiently tapping
your foot in rhythm with the bass of your favorite band of all time.
Not only was it your favorite, but you were also best friends with
the lead singer, Arthur Kirkland. You smiled at the memory of meeting
*This flashback is brought
to you by England’s magical creatures*
You had decided to get out
for some fresh air to (favorite public place). You hummed a quiet
tune as you sat down, enjoying the peace. You could swear you heard
guitar playing in the distance, but decided to ignore it in favor of
resting your eyes. Before you knew it you were out.
You were woken up by the
sound of a guitar, but it was much closer to you now. You looked
around in surprise, finally locating the source of the noise.
What you saw made your jaw
A blond man was sitting a
respectful distance from you while playing the most beautifully
painted acoustic guitar you’d ever seen. He had his eyes closed
and was nodding his head in time with his playing. However, he must
have been having trouble, because the music lacked any sort of
stability. You didn’t pay that much thought as you were too
busy admiring what you could see of his body. His short blond hair
was pretty messy, but something about it was appealing to you. His
fingers darted quickly on the frets of his guitar and you found
yourself mesmerized by the movement. All too soon, he stopped and you
jerked your head up to look at him.
He had noticed you staring
and blushed slightly, wondering if you were listening. Well, no harm
in asking right?
“Excuse me miss, but
was I bothering you by any chance?” he asked smoothly while
You bolted up at the sound
of his voice. He had a British accent, your most favorite accent to
listen to. You zoned out so deeply that he had to snap his fingers in
your face to alert you.
“O-oh, I’m so
sorry! Um, were you talking to me?” you stammered nervously, a
blush painting your face.
The man chuckled and
nodded. “Yes love, I was. Was I bothering you earlier with my
You blushed even deeper
and vigorously shook your head.
“Oh, n-no, n-not at
The man looked relieved as
he slung his guitar over his back. He turned to leave, but paused as
if considering something. He quickly turned around and took your
hand, making you jump.
he said, embarrassed, refusing to look directly at you, “…but
could I have your name?”
Struggling to control your
shyness, you finally stammered,
“__- _____..., my
name is ______”
The man smiled, liking the
sound of it.
pleasure _______, my name is Arthur.”
You smile back at him and
nodded, noticing your hands still clasped together. “U-um,
sorry…” you stammer, looking away.
Arthur just gripped harder
and assured you that he didn’t mind. You continued to talk
about anything and everything, and eventually he asked you to dinner,
which you happily accept…
*Back to the Present*
You could hear the concert
begin to die down. You sighed and hoped you could at least
congratulate Arthur for a good show. You hadn’t really been
able to have a proper conversation with him since he and his band
became famous. Oh, sure he called occasionally to see how you were,
but it had been a long time since you had seen him in person.
Whenever you asked it was always:
“So sorry, but
concerts are really draining.”
“I won’t be
back for at least two weeks.”
Or, the most common and
“I’m too busy,
I don’t have time for you now.”
You knew he didn’t
say that to be rude, but it still hurt. You had developed strong
feelings for the rock star over time, and never looked away. So, it
was really painful to hear him cast you aside like nothing.
You hadn’t even
noticed your tears, or Arthur approaching you.
cried in shock, making you look up.
Your tears of frustration
turned into tears of joy as you tightly embraced him, which he gladly
_____? Did something happen?”
You shook your head, not
wanting to add to his stress. “I’m just happy to see
you…” you whispered into his shoulder.
He didn’t buy it at
all. He gripped your shoulder firmly with one hand while tilting your
face up to look at him with the other.
“Tell me, _____.
You both sighed and sobbed
as you told him your misgivings, which he returned with a remorseful
“Oh god _____, I’m
so sorry. I think I have something to make it up to you though.”
You looked him in his
emerald eyes. “What’s that?”
Arthur gave a smirk and
lowered his face down to your ear, making you blush.
“For the next three
months… I’m all yours _____. I finally got a break.”
You stared at him in shock
as he continued to smile. After a moment, a similar smile appeared on
your face as you pull yourself up to kiss his cheek. You hid your
face in his chest quickly as he chuckled.
“I love you, _____,”
he muttered with a kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you too,
The Brit smiled as he held
you close. All that could run through your heads were those two short
‘I love you’