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London Girl- Three.

I. Fucking. Love. Arthur. Shelby.

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Warning: swearing.

It is the start of something beautiful.

YOUR POV

You had lived in London for your entire life, knowing the city as if the streets were mapped out on the palm of your hand. You could walk through the alleys with your eyes closed, and still be aware of your surroundings, as your fingertips brush against the buildings. You had spent many hours as a young woman, exploring the streets of London, discovering what treasures had been secretly hidden within the shadows. You could often see the beauty hidden deep within something, your eyes exposing features that others may not have witnessed. That is how you had come to find the club, where you had arranged to meet Arthur that evening. Hidden within one of the darkest alleys in London, it was the perfect backdrop for your secret tryst with Arthur Shelby.

Your footsteps echoed, as your heals made contact with the cobbled floor. A simple emerald green shift dress graced your frame, the fabric delicately brushing against your curves. Your outfit was significantly plainer than your usual choice of clothing, a deliberate choice this evening. You did not want to draw attention to yourself.

You briefly paused outside the entrance of the club, your eyes quickly scanning the building. It did not appear to be a typical entertainment venue, the walls covered in moss and ivy, pushing the walls back into oblivion. The only sign of life was the little light that had escaped through the cracks of the curtains, the windows stained with years of neglect. Despite the fur shawl wrapped around your shoulders, you still shivered slightly with anticipation. Who knew what this evening would bring?

You pushed open the door, making your way inside the building. The interior was a stark contrast to what you had been met with outside. A band were stood upon the stage, their tunes mingling with the few conversations that were taking place within the room. It was well lit, the light casting off a warm and welcoming glow. It was relatively quiet in here, for a Wednesday evening, with few people sat dotted around the various tables, in groups or alone. No one paid you no mind as you made your way over to the bar, too wrapped up in their own lives, one of the many perks this place provided.

“Two whiskeys please” you ordered as you reached the bar, smiling softly at the young boy who stood behind. He must be no younger than sixteen. Too young to get involved in the world, he had been thrust into.

“Waiting for someone miss?” he asked out of politeness, sliding the glasses towards you. Your lips twitched slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. He was evidently new in this world too.

“You could say that” you stated, nodding your thanks to him as your fingers wrapped around the glasses, making your way towards one of the booths at the edge of the room. You sat down upon leather chair, placing the glasses down in front of you. Now you would wait.

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ARTHURS POV.

Arthur despised how slow time moved, the hands on the clock appearing to taunt him, as they dragged along at an excruciating pace. His eyes were focused upon it, counting down the minutes until he could leave. He shifted slightly within the armchair, the aged brown leather crying out in protest as he moved.

“Waiting for something Arthur?” Ada sniffed, breaking Arthurs trance as she entered the room. She had offered up her home to her brothers for the evening, Tommy and John already making their excuses, having left an hour or so ago in search of the nearest pub. She flopped down on the chair opposite him, her blue eyes scanning his face, an inquisitive expression playing upon her features.

“Nothing. Waiting to spend some time with my baby sister” Arthur responded in almost a grunt, his eyes briefly flickering over to her. Ada snorted, rolling her eyes at her brothers words.

“Fucking bullshit Arthur. Why don’t you just go out? There’s a whore house not a mile from here you know” she stated, folding her arms as she spoke. Arthur shuffled uncomfortably under her investigative glare, his eyes glancing at the clock.

“Fuck it. If you’re that desperate for me to leave” Arthur retorted, snatching his suit jacket from the back of the chair as he stood up. He shrugged it onto his shoulders, pulling his cap onto his head as he threw one last look at Ada, before pushing the door open.

“Leave the key under the door mat or something” he called out, stepping out into the night. Arthur slipped his hand into his suit pocket, pulling out the sheet of paper that you had given him earlier that day. A sudden nervousness gripped at his throat, as his eyes scanned over the address, desperately thinking of a reason why he should not go, why this would be a bad idea.

You were Alfie fucking Solomons daughter.

Was this a good idea?

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YOUR POV

Your fingernails scratched into the sticky, worn wood of the table, as you tapped your fingers on the surface. The ice in the whiskey had long since melted, an indication of the length of time you had sat waiting. You could feel your throat anxiously tightening with every passing second. You tugged at the hem of your dress, apprehensive thoughts mocking you.

What if Arthur never showed up?

You frowned slightly, your eyes briefly dropping down to the two whiskeys in front of you. You were never one to waste a drink. You lifted your chin up stubbornly, downing the two drinks with an air of expertise, barely grimacing as the liquid burned your throat. If Arthur Shelby didn’t want you, you would have no trouble finding someone who did. You slammed the empty glasses down on the table as you stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed on your dress.

You hadn’t noticed the door had swung open, until a deathly silence possessed the room. You curiously glanced up, your eyes meeting Arthurs from across the room. The intensity of his ice grey stare caused your stomach to backflip, instantaneously causing your cheeks to flush a light shade of pink. The spell shattered as he looked away, his eyes scanning the room, people desperately trying to avoid his glare.

It appeared that his reputation was well known, even here.

Your breath caught in your throat, as he made his way over to you.

“You’re late” you stated, flopping back down upon the chair, gesturing towards the empty whiskey glasses. You tried to put on an air of indifference, but inside it hurt. You didn’t want to admit it out loud, but you had been looking forward to seeing Arthur. You felt foolish to assume that he’d felt the same.

“I got caught up. You know how it is” Arthur grumbled, straightening out the lapels of his suit jacket as he sat beside you, before gesturing towards the bar man. “I’ll replace the drinks”.

You raised an eyebrow as he spoke, folding your arms across your chest. Your eyes scanned over him, a familiar sensation starting to bubble in the pit of your stomach. Fuck he looked good in a suit, but you’ll be damned if you let him know that.

“I thought you weren’t going to come” you silently cursed yourself, as the vulnerability you felt became evident. “I thought you had forgotten all about me”. Arthurs eyes met your own, his forehead beginning to crease with a soft frown.

“I could never forget about you”.

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ARTHURS POV

Arthur paused outside the club, double checking the slip of paper that you had given him. This was the last place he had expected to meet you, assuming that you would have opted for somewhere with a larger sense of grandeur and opulence. He smirked softly as he looked back up at the building. You were smart. Maybe he had met his match. Arthur pushed open the door and was met with a familiar blanket of silence. Of course, people knew of him, and his reputation, the cap that was placed firmly on top of his head giving away his identity. Everybody knew of the Peaky Blinders, and the tales of Arthurs murderous rage. So how come you hadn’t?

He looked around the room for you, swallowing softly when his eyes met yours. You looked fucking incredible, a vision of beauty within the shadows. He noticed that you had stood up, the shawl around your shoulders a signal of your intention to leave. Arthur muttered a curse under his breath, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he wouldn’t let this opportunity to slip through his fingers. He turned his attention to the revellers within the room, sighing softly as they frantically turned their attention elsewhere.

Sometimes, being Arthur Shelby was a curse.

Arthur made his way over to you, his lips parting with the introduction of an apology, before your words interrupted his train of thought.

“You’re late” he swallowed softly as you spoke, watching as you sat back down. He hadn’t realised he had been holding his breath, until he sighed softly in relief. Arthur pulled sheepishly at his suit jacket as he sat beside you, almost anxious to meet your eyes.

“I got caught up. You know how it is” the words tumbled nervously out of Arthurs mouth, gesturing towards the bar tender. “I’ll replace the drinks”.

“I thought you weren’t going to come. I thought you had forgotten all about me”. Arthur blinked at the softness of your voice, your vulnerability exposed and shining at him. He swallowed softly, his eyes meeting yours once more, failing to ignore the way his heart frantically danced as he saw his reflection shining back at him.

“I could never forget about you” Arthur whispered, reaching forward to entangle his fingers with yours. “Let’s say we forget about this club. I want to see London through your eyes”.

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It was a suggestion that excited you, endless possibilities being laid at your feet from Arthurs request. You had taken Arthur through the streets where you had spent countless hours of your childhood, the places that had provided you with endless amounts of entertainment. He had followed you, listening aptly as you told him stories of your childhood. You weren’t aware of how long you had spent in each other’s company, until the edges of the sky began to turn a light shade of pink.

“I best go” you whispered quietly, as you sat at the edge of the docks, reluctantly pulling yourself away from his arms. “I think the last thing either of us want, is questions”.

“When will I see you again?” he asked softly, gently helping you up onto your feet. He swallowed nervously, his fingers lightly running down your cheek.

“I will come to you. Next Monday” you replied, your cheeks flushing at his touch. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips lightly against his own.

“Wait for me Arthur”.

You left him stood there, as you walked away, pulling your shawl tightly around you. A soft smile played upon your lips, as memories of last night flooded your mind. You and Arthur had started something beautiful, despite the odds that had been stacked against you both. You silently closed your front door behind you, your fingers lingering on the handle, as you continued to reminisce.

“And where the fuck have ya’ been?”.

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