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g-xix · 6 months

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Caught | ArthurTV [G Clarkey's sister]

Bestfriend!ATV x Sister!reader, forbidden(ish) love trope, 3k wordcount

George may have been angry seeing Arthur pinning you against the wall, hand holding yours by your side whilst the other caressed your cheek- his knee between your desperate thighs as your lips passionately moved against one another's- but you couldn't help but feel like George had at least somewhat brought it upon himself.

Stay away from all my friends, they're all weirdos. Is what he'd indoctrinated you with.

Stay away from my sister, she isn't interested in you weirdos. Is what he'd told all his friends. Everyone from Cam to Alex to Arthur Hill to Chris had heard it, and all of them seemed to abide by it pretty much. They didn't want any problems from George, debatably the tallest and strongest of the lot- and so they made all that normal friendly small talk with you and left it at that. No pushing boundaries...

But it was just too bad that from the moment you met Mr ArthurTV you just seemed to gravitate towards one another.

You'd first met Arthur when he came round after a night out, and even whilst he was practically half asleep, half intoxicated- with an arm slung around George's shoulder, you felt that unstoppable-magnetic attraction to him.

Then the next morning, George was still asleep when you left your room to get breakfast. Arthur was awake though, walking around the living room with the posture of a quaver as he aimlessly wandered, pondering what to do. Seeing you made him straighten up though, eyes widening slightly as he met the pretty girl, wondering who the hell it was in the kitchen.

Once he realised it was George's sister he just felt a smile light on his face. George had warned him not to talk to you or do anything with you, but as soon as a sweer little laugh fell from your lips as he stuttered a M-morning, he just knew you were going to be inescapable.

It felt like common coincidence when every time Arthur came over for George, he ended up leaving with you whilst George was asleep. The two of you did lots at nights- he took you out to get ice creams and watch movies, go for walks in the park and sit curled up besides one another on a bench just talking and looking at the stars.

You didn't know what you were.

Friends? Clearly not; friends don't kiss each other behind their brother and friend's back.

Dating? Not really since neither of you had named your escapades a date, or called one another boyfriend or girlfriend.

You two just spent time with one another. The type of time that had you feeling all fuzzy in the stomach and light in the head- where your cheeks hurt because you've been smiling so much- the type where you think their smile is so sweet you just can't help but kiss it so that you can share that warmth and feel his smile on top of your own.

Clearly the two of you had gotten a bit too bold this night though.

Arthur just couldn't help but shower your with kisses before he left, making you squeal and giggle as he backed you into the wall with a sweet grin and hands moving up to cup your cheeks whilst he smothered you with his chaste little kisses, which slowly developed into something far more open-mouthed and passionate which the two of you had been far too involved with to notice George's door opening, followed by a-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE-"

Your eyes snapped open in an instant, palms on Arthur's chest, pushing him away so that he stumbled back, his eyes also wide in shock as his back hit the opposite wall- his face ghostly pale as he stared at the horrified face of his best friend, your brother- George.

George looked infuriated- his eyes wide in horror, nostrils flared angrily and hair dishevelled in clear indication he'd just woken up to see Arthur snogging your face off. And clearly he wasn't happy about it. It appeared George didn't know who to be angrier at either, as his head swivelled between yourself and Arthur, opening his mouth slightly as if he were going to yell at one of you- before turning to face the other and give them a look of what the FUCK.

The tension in the apartment was thick enough to cut with a knife, as the three of you all waited for the other to say something. Nobody wanted to speak though, as Arthur and yourself felt terrified whereas George was just appalled.

It seemed Arthur seemed bold enough to break the atmosphere, opening his mouth cautiously with a hand outstretched as though he were trying to calm a particularly volatile animal.

"George-"

"YOU SHUT UP." George cut off Arthur with an angry outburst, Arthur shutting his mouth and looking to the floor instantly. George looked broken, clad in his white tee and pyjama bottoms, hands running through his hair whilst he shook his head. It would've been a funny sight, if not for the nervousness that shot through your body, from fingertips to the pits of your stomach, the confrontation so nightmarish you pinched your forearm behind your back just to check this wasn't some sick nightmare. "Get out, Arthur."

"What?" Arthur looked up and his head swivelled between George and yourself.

"Get the fuck out," George repeated, his eyes setting coldly on his friend. "Doors that way, genius."

Arthur gave you a prolonged look, almost asking if he was alright to go. Clearly he didn't want to leave you for an awkward conversation with George, and you were just as adamant. However you bit your tongue and swallowed your needs, slowly giving him a nod and encouraging him it was fine to go and that you'd be okay. George watched his every step as Arthur nodded back in response, leaving through the front in silence as you and your brother stared at his back.

As soon as the door shut behind him, George let out a great heave of a sigh, placing his head in his hands again and leaning back against one of the kitchen walls in sheer tiredness. Not only had he just woken up to see that, but he'd only had about fifteen seconds after waking up before he'd began yelling- and his head was pounding. He was physically and in every sense, exaughsted.

"George..." You started slowly, wondering whether he was still volatile or ready for a civil conversation yet. You didn't want to aggravate him any more than he already was.

"Fuck, what is it?" He sighed and asked, looking up to meet your eyes.

"Is there anything..." You gulped. You didn't even know what to say. Was it worth an apology? Is this the situation where you ought to apologise; after kissing your brother's best friend? "I'm sorry, George."

That was met with a brief silence. George pulled his eyes away from yours, just thinking for a moment before relocating to one of the chairs in the living room. You followed and sat on your armchair opposite him, the two of you watching the fish tank in the corner as you just sat, mulling over everything in silence between one another.

"I can't believe what I've seen." George broke after a while. "I would've never expected for you to be leaving at midnights to go out, sneaking around with some guy... Especially Arthur."

"You noticed when we left at night?" You questioned, turning to face him. Clearly the Arthur and you hadn't been so sneaky after all.

"Well, it was just the last two nights I went into the kitchen and noticed the lights were on... I went to your room to check whether you had got yourself some snack and forgotten to switch the lights of or something, and you were just gone. Bed empty. Shoes gone from the corridor." He spoke softly. Not the empathetic type of softly, just the im trying to come to terms with this, softly. "First time I thought it was just that you'd gone to get something from the shops, second night I was a bit concerned... Then tonight I thought I heard something from outside and so I came to check you were alright or just ask where you kept going but... Jheez, that was a shock."

You let breath of laughter. "Sorry." You apologised for the second time. And for the second time, he didn't respond to say it's alright or don't worry about it.

"Why'd you go for Arthur?" He turned to look at you in the eyes. You didn't have eyes quite like George- yours were darker, not quite as striking, and you were always jealous of his- he always had a far more intense stare. And he definitely made you uncomfortable as you dug to the back of your head trying to think of why indeed you had been attracted to Arthur so much.

"I... don't know." You breathed, and took your turn to sigh. "You know I didn't do it to spite you or anything... I haven't got involved with your friends or anything just because you say not to... I don't know why Arthur was different. It's always just... different with Arthur."

"I tried so hard to try not to be toxic- you know- not say that you're forbidden from talking to my friends but also making sure you don't get too close. I try to keep them away from you because... Well, I don't know either. You deserve a separate life from mine, not entangling your life and relationship with my YouTube bullshit. I know you aren't interested in my life or any of that YouTube and media stuff."

You nodded and let out a hum of agreement because he was right. You didn't care for his friends or his YouTube stuff.

"Fucking hell, ARTHUR of all people!" George shook his head, the disdain in his voice drawing a laugh from you, the atmosphere warming a bit as it turned from an awkward conversation moreso to a latenight talk with your brother. You'd done those a lot whilst growing up, but moved further apart as your occupations had you busier and busier. Times like this made you remember what it was like growing up with George though, and almost had you missing them a bit in your sleepy wistfulness.

"Well what's bloody wrong with him?" You grinned at George as he turned to roll his eyes and scoff.

"Oh I don't know, maybe his weird obsession with every animal that walks on the Earth? And you know he likes Star Trek, bloody STAR TREK!"

"George, you know I like Star Trek?"

"You told dad you'd punch yourself hard enough to knock yourself out if he ever tried to make you watch Star Trek."

"Well, turns out watching it with someone you like makes it a hell of a lot easier to get through-"

"Are you talking about Arthur?"

"Yeah-"

"Ew."

The two of you shared a laugh before sitting in a cosy silence once more, yourself rocking back on the armchair and looking happily at the angelfish in the corner.

"You know, maybe Arthur wasn't the worst person you could've gone for." George spoke after a moment. His words surprised you (After all, he had been VERY anti-Arthur until then) and you snapped your head back to look to George and see whether he was just joking around.

"What?"

"Well, he isn't the worst." George shrugged. "You know, I don't think he's the type to do anything... bad."

"No, he definitely isn't." You shook your head with a sweet smile. Just last week, after all, Arthur had driven out at around 2am to get you a ride back home since your bus had left and it was pouring with rain. You tried to refrain from thinking too much about how well Arthur's hoodie fit you, and how good of a kisser he was when the two of you were snogging in the backseat of his car.

"It is a bit disappointing you've managed to get a boyfriend before me though..." George said, and you let out a snort at the thought that that was what bothered George most in this situation. "Not that I'm looking for a boyfriend- I'm quite desperate for a girlfriend, actually, but now that I'm saying that, if the opportunity came about-"

"Actually, now that you mention it- I don't think he is my boyfriend-"

George choked on air at the words, coughing and spluttering at your words, the shock making him choke in saliva.

"You bloody what?"

"No, he isn't my boyfriend, I'm not his girlfriend either-"

"THEN WHAT THE BLOODY HELLARE YOU TWO?"

You jumped at George's exclamation, eyes wide as George's eyes were also wide- though not wide like yours. Your eyes were wide because you were freaked out that George had shouted unexpectedly- whereas George's gaze was laced with outrage, and yet under all that, concern, too. And that's when it dawned on you:

Oh shit, George thinks we're just friends with benefits or just fucking around...

"Nonono, not how you think it is-" You stretched a hand out to pause him and elaborate, feeling that warm atmosphere you'd set up now vaporising into thin air as a sense of awkwardness settled within the room once again. After all, it wasn't every day you had to explicitly define your relationship to someone you'd grown up with for a couple decades. "He... I... We...? We. We haven't really put a label on it...yet."

George nostrils unflared, sitting himself back into the cushiony seat and exhaling deeply as he closed his eyes to take his deep breath, looking much like a stressed father as he interlinked his hands and placed them atop his chest. "Right, well, don't scare me like that again."

"You don't scare me by yelling randomly," You grumbled, and George muttered an apology.

"Why haven't the two of you made it... made each other boyfriend-girlfriend, then?" George questioned, fiddling with his fingers, clearly still perturbed by the thought you could date at this point.

"I don't know...-"

"Don't know a lot, do you?

"Shut up, George, you don't tend to prepare answers for the event where your brother questions your every detail of your relationship."

"Yeah well... At least try and be more subtle next time. I don't wanna see either of you snogging. Ever."

"Did you say next time...? Like, next time as in... You're not about to tell me to break up or move out?"

"...Yes?"

"Like, you mean you somewhat support Arthur and I having something...?!"

"I wouldn't go that far," George tsked. "I... Well, it's not exactly the nineteen-hundred's where I have any rights to tell you who you can and can't date... And I suppose if he makes you happy then I'm... happy for you...?"

"Awhh, Geooorgee," You teased, with a babying voice, George rolling his eyes and hardening up in an instant.

"Shut up, you," He grumbled, kicking your fluffy socks with his sliders. "Do your thing and whatever just don't... You know, have a repeat of whatever the Hell I saw tonight."

"No promises." You grinned before raising your hands as George shot a deathstare at you. "Joking, obviously George, joke."

"Better be one." George grumbled, getting himself up from his seat and stretching his whole body before going lax, scratching the back of his neck and wandering off to his room. "Right, I'm off to bed, stop sneaking out at night and ruining your sleep just to go out with Arthur, just go out in the evening or at normal times for fuck's sake."

You let out a chuckle, happy with the outcome of the whole everything despite the confusion about how George had coped with everything tonight.

"Yeah goodnight to you to."

You returned to your room a moment later (making sure to switch the lights off in the kitchen, this time) and picked up your phone from the bedside table to check why you had near twenty notifications from just one person.

Arthur😻: U all good? Lmk how whatever happens goes Sorry i left u in the mess Do u want me to come back? I can if u need or want me to Hey it' sbeen like 30 mins is everything good bbg?

Call me when ur done wanna make sure everythings okay n all

Missed call

Missed Call

sorry i got u into althat i shouldve known to j have left it in the first place

pls reply tf im acc getting worried

You exhaled a chuckle, burying your face in your pillow for a moment to muffle your laughter at Arthur's concern for you. Picking your head up with a goofy lil smile you typed your response in, sending it off and watching as it instantly popped up as seen within just a few seconds.

All good, George is acc surprisingly supportive you'd b surprised to know

Arthur😻: fym he's supportive????!!

Idk he was a bit iffy at first but liek He said we're okay to go out n allat as long as we dont yk, pda in front of him

Arthur😻: O shit Wait that's great That's fine by me I didn't plan on kissing every time he walked by tbh Wait holdon O shit He's j sent me a text "We're gna talk tmrw" he's said O shit.

Well well well Have fun with that Arthur

Arthur😻: Wdym have fun with that he's just sent me a fucking death threat 😭😭😭

Hmmm sounds like a u problem 😍 Might wanna catch ur beauty sleep tho bc that doesnt sound v fun

Arthur😻: I'd rather text u all night n deal w whatever happens tmrw when it comes

Cutie I'll see u tmrw Let's get dinner together

Arthur😻: Wow go on a genuine date u mean?

If ur down

Arthur😻: I'll pick u up at six, i know a place we can go

Say less bae ill b ready

Arthur😻: 💟💟💟

Much love ill c u tmrw then yh?

Arthur😻: ofc ml

Night! 💟

Arthur😻: Gn lovely <;33

You placed your phone on your bedside table, rolling over under the duvet with a smile still on your face. Dinner planned with Arthur, everything fine with George, spending a night in your bed instead of galivanting outside with Arthur until 3am...

Everything seemed like it was going to be just fine.

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g-xix · 9 months

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Pub golf Forfeit // ArthurTV

🙏 xLoving mr ATV eternally 🙏 Content: kinda fluffy ig, extra-long 5k+ wordcount CWs: Alcohol

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‼️READ THIS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PUB GOLF IS‼️ (if you do, skip this bold writing and move onto the main story)

Pub golf is a game where you visit a set amount of pubs and get different drinks at each one- and you need to try and finish these drinks without having to lower it, as many times as possible.

TheBurntChip has used this concept with Harry W2S, ReevHD, Theo Baker, ArthurTV, ChrisMD, George Clarkey, and more- and that is what this oneshot is based around.

KEY TERMS: "Hole" -> the name of the pub. e.g. Hole 3 is the third pub that's been visited "Par" -> Number of sips/gulps it took to finish the drink Forfeit -> self explanatory but whenever the rules are breached/smth bad happens, a forfeit card is pulled and needs to be done.

Reminder to always drink responsibly as per usual, only drink when you're legally allowed to do so and stay safe when going drinking.

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"ArthurTV and Maddie!"

I turned to look across the line, my eyes meeting Arthur's.

It was my first time doing a pub golf on the TheBurntChip channel and I was somewhat terrified. Sure, I'd known all the other boys ranging from years to just a few months- but I'd grown just as close with George Clarkey, who I had only met a few months ago, to Harry, who I'd known for years, having first met him when big brother Chris and Harry filmed their football videos together.

But one thing that all of the boys knew for certain, was that I had developed a little online crush on ArthurTV. Of all of Chris' friends, I'd never had the pleasure of meeting Mr TV in real life until that moment, when Harry had let it slip to Freezy who'd let it slip to Chip that I liked Arthur... thus Chip DMed an invite to for a pub golf video alongside Harry, Reev, Chris, George Clarkey, Theo Baker, and of course, Arthur.

Oh and as if it wasn't bad enough, Chris, my very own half-brother, knew I had a crush on Arthur.

"That's quite a interesting pairing isn't it, Maddie?" Chris snickered from the side with a grin I knew meant that he was going to have the time of his life teasing me for the next few hours.

"Bit of a coincidence if you ask me, Chrissy." Harry sneered from besides Chris, making my insides churn.

I wasn't so much a YouTuber as the rest of the boys- I was originally Chris's one and only member of the camera crew and production. In that small bedroom in Jersey, Chris and I would sit together on a desk and make lists of ideas for football challenges, ways to execute them, different shots to make the video dramatic... Then, we would hit the pitches and try to film without the older boys telling us to bugger off so they could play on the pitches.

Then, people started noticing the voice behind the camera, leading to me making a BROTHER VS SISTER video for the channel, which was only the start of coming in front of the camera more. As Chris hired professional camera men and got set production budgets from serious producers, I was pushed more in front of the camera, making videos with Harry and Chris before lurching into the British YouTube scene, initially gravitating towards the e-boys content, before relocating moreso to reaction content with George Clarkey and Cam Kirkham.

And we don't talk about that Stephen Tries sketch I attempted.

The fans were pleased with my occasional cameos in videos on the British YouTube channels, always finding new ship names for whoever I collaborated with, or new clips to edit, or rumours to spread... but overall, I couldn't be happier with where I've ended up.

Well, not where I'd ended up whilst filmed pub golf- right in the middle of Chris and Harry's teasing.

"How's it a coincidence?" Arthur asked, wide brown eyes swivelling between Harry, Chris and I like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, just because I said I uhm..." I started. Shit, quickly Maddie, think of something quickly... My thoughts began racing. Of course Chris would begin hinting towards the fact I had a crush on Arthur not even five minutes into the recording."Chris pointed out on the way here that us two were the only ones that have never collaborated together before... Like, you know... on a video..."

Yes he knows you meant on a video, genius. Great, you sound as thick as a brick now.

"Oh yeah, that is true actually," Arthur realised, his face lighting up as the thought seemed to land in his head. He was so expressive with his voice- like an animated Pixar character, seemingly straight out of the movie. His voice was so calm, and slightly husky, and somehow matched his face perfectly. "You should come onto the channel if you like watching those 90 day fiancée type of programmes-"

"Arthur's playing the 9 minute fiancée game right now, by the looks of it-" George giggled, nudging me from behind which only made my cheeks burn red, Arthur simply laughing it off before responding.

"Is it working though, Maddie?" Arthur flashed a grin with a quick wink, myself pretending to fall into George's arms and fan myself with my hands, jokefully pretending I was falling for it.

The real joke was that I wasn't just pretending to fall for it.

Arthur's biggest asset were those fucking eyes. They had me melting with how wide and doe-like they were- his eyes seeming to light up whenever he started a topic that interested him.

"You're not chatting her up are you, Arthur?" Reev raised his brow and crossed his arms to ask. Out of all of the boys, Reev was the most like a brother in the fact he was so protective- always trying to make sure I was safe. The others were more like brothers in the fact they'd just tease me and get under my skin at every opportunity.

I watched as Arthur's eyes widened, as he assumed Reev was trying to intimidate him.

"Give him a break, Reev, he's just having a laugh," I defended Arthur, not letting him respond to the allegation in fear that Arthur would shake his head or say that he really wasn't interested in me. That could wait until a few more holes, when I was too peppered to care.

"Well, listen to this you two, for your couples outfit, you two will be going as... The prisoner and the policeman...! or woman!" Chip exclaimed, throwing the outfits to us.

I looked a the policewoman outfit he had handed to me- the costume coming with a short skirt, unscrupulous tie and lopsided police hat.

This was gonna be a long video...

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"Hole one, the rule on his hole is that you must drink it with your left hand!"

Hole one was easy. Arthur sent his pint down in one and after Harry and Reev, it was my turn to have my pint of lager.

"You want me to hold your hair back?" He offered. I searched for a band on my wrist and almost facepalmed as I realised I hadn't thought to bring one.

"Yes please, I completely forgot to get a hairband... Just come up behind me and grab my hair, while I do it" I said, scrunching my face up with realisation of what I'd said only once it had come out of my mouth.

"What was that?" Harry asked, bursting into laughter.

"Get in, Mr TV-"

"Please, not at that at the drinking table-"

"Not on the Chippo YouTube channel, you won't, but I can think of another site where you could-"

"Shut up I didn't mean it like that..." I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Look, I'm just going to send off the pint-"

Arthur's hand wrapped around my hair, the other one on my shoulder, rubbing it and giving soft words of encouragement. I let the drink tip down my throat easily as I felt the face heat up, his words landing hot on the back of my neck and making me want to shiver, despite the fact I was holding the drink. I could feel my face burning when I dropped the glass back down, grinning with the fact I had done it in one...

"That was really good- I didn't think you could finish it in two." Harry commented, nodding his head in surprise.

"I did it in one though?"

"Counted as two points though- you drank it with your right hand." Chip explained with a devious grin.

Of course I had been stupid enough as to forget the rule- too fixated on gorgeous bloody Arthur instead of what I was actually meant to be doing. Drinking.

"That one's Arthur's fault- Maddie was too distracted by waiting for you to come up behind her-"

"SHUT UP, GEORGE!" Arthur's face went into his hands this time, both of us clearly a blushing mess from all the comments the boys were making.

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"What does your forfeit card say?" Arthur asked as we travelled to the next hole, not downcast despite my mess-ups, as we were still in joint second.

"Sing a song with your partner at one of the holes." I read it off. "Sorry for getting you roped into it..."

"No, no, that's actually one of the only one's I'd happily be roped into," Arthur shook his head. "I suppose we just need to think of a song to sing... You a fan of Harry Potter?"

"Am I?!" I repeated enthusiastically. "You have no idea how much I used to love those books, movies... Even the Cursed Child I went and saw."

"Seriously? I just get called a nerd whenever I say I like Harry Potter," Arthur gawked. "Do you have a wand?"

"Yep, Ginny's wand- black and fourteen inches." I proudly nodded. "You could see those fourteen inches later ya know..."

"Only if you're trying to see a rather bendy, sixteen inch one with waterproofing." Arthur retaliated with confidence.

"You got Hagrid's wand?"

"Duh, it came with an umbrella."

"Of course that's why you'd get it."

"This is hole two to the left, here!" Chip bellowed from behind. I lagged behind slightly to walk with Chris and Harry- catch up with them for a moment.

"You and Arthur getting cozy, eh?" Chris wiggled his brows, looking forwards to Arthur who was petting a dog with Reev- the both of them looking completely out of place, dressed in a bright orange prisoner jumpsuit and Reev as ketchup bottle (with a hat for a lid)- though the dog seemed pleased nonetheless.

"Just don't let me catch you two snogging after a few more drinks." Harry put bluntly, making my eyes go wide.

"Just because you guys know I like him doesn't mean he likes me back, unfortunately." I reminded them, though I could feel my heart melting as Arthur scratched the back of the dog's ear and tickled his chin, the dog happily wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out as Arthur pet him.

"Seems to like you enough." Harry shrugged. "Like you enough to come up behind you and-"

"Seriously shut up... Did I sound that stupid when I said that?"

"Yeah."

"No"

Chris and Harry responded simultaneously.

"Okay you sounded a little flustered when you said it, but then Arthur was blushing and looked shy as well- and everyone knows he's a bit awkward around women he likes," Harry pat my back comfortingly. "If anything he looked like more of a tit than you."

"Great, thanks Harry." I responded, somewhat flatly and yet somewhat happily.

"Maddie, your team's getting another forfeit because Arthur scared the dog away." Chip addressed me as we neared the bar.

"Like hell he did, that dog loved him!" I exclaimed, head swivelling to find Arthur guiltily wavering his eye contact.

"Theo tried to take the dog away from me by offering it something so I tried to bash him with his wheelchair but the dog got scared and ran off." Arthur explained, kicking at a pebble on the ground.

"Did you hit Theo?"

"Yes-"

"Well then... At least you hit him."

"What the fuck, Maddie." Theo deadpanned.

"Don't try steal Arthur's bitches I guess." I shrugged, watching as Arthur withdrew a forfeit card, his face dropping as he read it.

"What does it say?" I asked, leaning over to try and read it. He smacked it against his chest before shoving it into a pocket, eyes wide as they met my own.

"Uhh- nothing." Arthur spluttered. "We can sort it out when we get to hole five when forfeits are actually activated... What did you say the rule for this hole was, Chip?"

"Drink with your partner holding the glass." Chip responded.

I looked at Arthur.

"You're quite a bit taller- you're gonna have to crouch down for me to hold it." I realised, picking up the bloody mary and wrinkling my nose. "They really couldn't have picked a worse drink."

"They're foul aren't they." Arthur gave a dirty look to the glass.

Each pair began seeing their drinks off, using a variety of methods to check whether it was too much or they needed a break.

"Do we need to do the hand-squeeze method to indicate whether it's too much?" Arthur asked, looking distastefully as Reev squeezed Harry's hand, signalling for Harry to tilt more.

"I'm thinking we just raw-dog it." I shrugged, looking up for Arthur's reaction. He nodded in tasteful agreement.

"That's how I usually do it, anyways."

He picked one glass up. "You first," He stated instead of asking. "And open wide."

Reev gave him a neck-slap and a "Watch it, Arthur..." before I opened my mouth and tilted my head back, finishing it in one.

"Alright, sit down so you're lower down, Arthur." I spoke through a shudder, the bitterness of the bloody mary giving me a whole-body shiver.

Picking up a glass, I stood to the side of Arthur and held it up to his face, leaning over slightly due to the awkward angle I stood at.

"Just come 'ere-" He reached out, steadfastly placing his hands on my hips and manspreading- pulling me between his legs so that I was closer and presumably so that he had a better angle to drink from. I felt my body react to his touch, cheeks warming and knees feeling a bit wobbly as he held his hands there for a moment longer, his grip firm but not forceful. I tried to maintain composure and stop myself from running my hands through his fluffy hair and kissing him right then and there.

"You watch your bloody hands, Arthur." Chris warned, causing Arthur to hold them up by his head as if pleading innocence. As he finally released his hold, I couldn't help but notice how the closeness between us left a lingering sensation, like an electric current still pulsating through my skin. His presence was intoxicating, and I struggled to steadily hold the glass for Arthur to down. I turned to death-glare Chris as I placed the glass back onto the table once Arthur had finished it.

"Why would anyone voluntarily order that, that's awful... I feel like I've lost my soul after drinking that..." Arthur shivered at the bitterness. "Who knew dementors could be put in drinks..."

Laughing, I sat down besides him and leaned my head against his shoulder as if it were second nature. It felt so natural and cosy against the crook of his neck, and I felt warmed even more as he put his arm around my shoulders, watching in a comfortable silence as Chip choked on his drink from across the table.

"You're so cute..." I murmured, and only once the words had been said did I regret them slightly. I facepalmed internally as Arthur struggled to reply for a moment, myself wondering why I had to be such a lightweight; only 2 drinks down and already I was making careless comments.

"Am I really cute?" Arthur asked after a moment, and I pulled away from his shoulder to dopily smile at him.

"Of course you are, you have a cute little smile." I grinned, causing his lips to stretch out into a smile as he laughed slightly, eyes curving into happy little crescents as he did. "See? Cutest smile I've even seen." I giggled, and Arthur looked down with such domestic happiness in his glowing chocolate eyes I felt as though my heart were melting, simply so infatuated with him.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything here-" Harry planted himself between Arthur and I on the bench, forcing Arthur's arm away and my head from his neck. Arthur cleared his throat and looked at the ground whilst Harry looked between Arthur and I. "What, something wrong?" Harry responded to my blank face, before grinning and giving a wink which Arthur couldn't see.

"Prick," I hissed as I passed Harry on the walk to the third hole, causing Harry to burst into laughs and start explaining to Chris what he's done- only making Chris laugh alongside him.

Pricks.

...

Hole three was easy- just a glass of wine and pub quiz Arthur and I managed to lose a point at for winning the quiz.

As the smallest person there, I was also the least able to handle large amounts of alcoholic units- and it had begun showing, from the moment I went to stand up and almost fell back down.

Arthur had to walk with his arm around me to the next pub, though I wasn't complaining- instead holding his hand and making him skip with me to hole four.

"Long Island iced teas on this one," Chip explained. "And the rule here is that one member of the team must drink it blindfolded."

"I think I'm more sober than you at the minute," Arthur stated the obvious, as if I hadn't just made him skip to this hole. "I'll wear the blindfold for this one."

"You sure? I'm not completely gone right now, just a bit...Well..." It was a pointless proposition from myself. Arthur just shook his head, handing me the blindfold.

I slipped the material over his eyes, placing the drink on a separate table to that the boys wouldn't dump ice into his drink (which had just happened to Theo's drink), and directing him to the glass- though Chip had better ideas.

"Maddie, could you please regulated the hand-" Arthur spoke waveringly, and I noticed that Chip had a hand on Arthur's arse.

"Oi, chip-" I reached over for the space hopper which was besides the bag, whacking Chip with it before being hit in the face with it myself.

"Fuck!" We both exclaimed. Arthur had found his glass and drank it in one towards the side, meanwhile Chip found Theo's wheelchair and he began fighting against me and my space hopper. "Chip, I don't think you're gonna win this one," I huffed as the space hopper bounced off of his side, making him stumble slightly.

"Like shit won't I win- I've been going gym you know-" I cut off his rambles by throwing the hopper at him, causing him to stumble back and trip slightly over the curb so that he was sat on the pavement- allowing me to put my arm around his neck, squeezing only slightly.

"Tap out already, Chip..." I groaned whilst Chip shook his head whilst struggling.

"Chip isn't used to tapping out, he usually passes out before he gets the chance." Theo sneered from the side. That seemed to be enough to make Chip tap out.

We finished our drinks after that before agreeing on a short grace period, where we sat around and chattered for a few minutes.

"The blindfold makes you feel like, ten times more drunk than you actually are." George said, the other who had worn the blindfold agreeing.

"You should try it, Maddie- you're by far the most off your head right now- it'll be funny to see how you react to it."

That's how I ended up on the pavement, blindfold on and hands outstretched as Arthur directed me, his fingers occasionally brushing against mine as he'd insisted on walking beside me to make sure I didn't get a concussion from falling over anything.

"Watch the curb here, it's quite difficult navigating- WHOA" As soon as Arthur had said that, I stumbled, almost falling but Arthur held me up from behind whilst the others laughed from the table at my stagger. "You sure you wanna continue? I don't think it's safe, Maddie..."

"It'll be okay, I'm just gonna get back to the table and pull it off..."

I took a few more staggered steps, Arthur holding my hand to guide me whilst I was blinded, his hand warm and reassuring, and I felt confident with Arthur's unwavering presence by my side. His touch sent a gentle electrical ripples down my spine, igniting a spark that brought butterflies to life in my stomach as I focussed less on walking and more on Arthur.

But then I felt a blow to my head- not painful- but extremely forceful.

Some voices screamed "CHIP!" whilst another shouted "Maddie!" as I staggered, waiting to fall- before feeling hands on my back and the crook of my knees, gravity seeming to turn upside down for a moment, before the blindfold was ripped off.

Arthur's face was above my own, looking forwards as he walked- his two strong arms holding me flush to his body as he carried me in what I assumed was bridal style- having prevented my fall. He looked gorgeous from this angle- his chiselled features accentuated by the soft glow of the sunshine through the dull English clouds- and his eyes, like pools of warm honey, never not making me melt.

"You okay, Maddie?" He looked down and questioned, eyes full of concern and yet also alighting sparks within me as they met my own.

"What? Of course I am... What even happened?" I asked in confusion as I looked back and saw the boys with open mouths looking between myself and Chip, who had a look of upmost guilt on his face. Arthur sat down on one of the seats surrounding the table and lowering me onto that same seat before replying. Nevermind- I was actually sat on his lap, and was NOT going to complain about it.

Chris was going to instead.

"She can sit on her own seat, Arthur-"

"She's almost been bloody ran over, she's sticking with me for now." Arthur huffed resolutely, wrapping his arms around my waist as he spoke to make his point. I felt my head go fuzzy from the touch, leaning back into his touch and resting my head onto his shoulder where it felt like it belonged... Before pulling it back off quickly as I digested his words again.

"Hang on, almost ran over? What the Hell just happened?"

"Chip thought it'd be a good idea to whack you with the space hopper whilst you were blindfolded and he knocked you off balance- you would've fallen into the road if Arthur hadn't got you." Harry explained, a small smile playing on his face.

"Good man, Arthur." Reev nodded his head approvingly before turning to Chip. "And you, you're no better at handling your drink than her- what if she had gotten run over?"

"Good riddance, in that case." Chip sipped his water calmly, making me throw an ice cube at him.

In the end, Chip made a formal apology (which was of course easily accepted), and drew another forfeit card, having to take 3 shots to make up for almost brutally murdering me- which I thought was very fair.

Hole five happened so quickly I didn't even register it- though that may have been also due to the knock to the head Chip had delivered.

However on the walk between hole five to hole six, the alcohol began taking its effect on more people.

Namely, Chris and Chip.

Chip had found the space hopper once more and began hammering Chris with it whilst Chris balled up onto the ground. "YOU STUPID BOY-" Chip was yelling between blows, Harry and Reev slapping each other between laughs.

Then, Harry set off on his bike to the next hole as Chip let Chris get up- before we all slung our arms over each other and began the journey to hole 6, singing Backstreet Boys all the way there.

Arthur lagged behind slightly, and though I was busy singing with Chris and Chip, I did notice they were having quite a hushed conversation, and looking our way every so often.

"Hole six- forfeits are now activated!"

"Can I know your forfeit yet?" I whispered to Arthur, and he simply shook his head with a small smile.

"I know what it is, Maddie," Reev giggled to the side, rubbing his hands together with a look of glee on his face.

"Is that what you two were talking about whilst we walked here?" I gasped at the realisation, looking between the two as they shrugged with all-knowing smiles on their faces.

Hole six was easy- sambuca shots with no hands. I managed mine, though I almost choked it and chipped it when it clattered onto the table- whereas Arthur was found out for trying to dilute his drink, and was made to do two shots instead.

Still, he didn't seem to be off his head at all.

"Arthurrr," I sang I skipped up to him, on the journey to hole seven.

"Madelyn." He nodded cordially, saying my full name before smirking as he saw my face wrinkle in disgust. "Not a fan of your full name?"

"Not when it's bloody Madelyn, I'm not," I responded, shuddering at the thought.

"Maddie sounds like you're mad," Arthur pondered. "You should just go with... Lyn."

"...Lyn." I repeated, trying to hold a laugh.

"Yeah, it's cute- just like you." Arthur grinned down, making me turn away so he wouldn't see the stupid blush that began spreading across my cheeks.

"Suddenly I quite like that name." I smiled bashfully back, and Arthur just laughed, sliding an arm around me casually and allowing me to rest my head against his shoulder as we walked in a comfortable silence.

"You're so fine, Arthur." I said after a while. "You know I like you?"

"I like you too, Lyn." He patted my head and pulled his arm away, instead slipping his hand into mine as we walked. I didn't feel satisfied with his reaction. Did he not realise I meant that I liked him romantically?

"No, I meant that like- I really like-"

"AND HERE IS HOLE SEVEN!"

Trust Chip to ruin a romantic moment.

just an fyi im swapping the order of the holes- everything that happened in the vid at hole 8 is now assumed to have happened at hole 7, and vice versa

"Lyn I don't think I an do another pint," Arthur put down two drinks onto the table before sitting on my lap instead of the bench, allowing me to plop my policeman hat onto his head and hug him from behind, shaking my head.

"I've been finished since hole three, Arthur- I don't care what happens now, you can just sip the whole thing and I'll be fine with that." I groaned. "I'm definitely doing this in at least three different pars..."

I did exactly that. Arthur managed his in five, alongside my words of encouragement which made Chip awhhh.

"I love how everyone hates each other and is beating each other with the space hopper between holes whilst Arthur and Maddie are too busy holding hands and being wholesome with each other, walking alone to each hole." Chip said with a disoriented smile at one of the cameras, louder than he thought he was being as both myself and Arthur watched him say it to the camera.

"Bit early to be holding hands isn't it?" Chris asked, dopily swinging his head back to Arthur and I, only just registering Arthur was also sat on my lap. "Naughty, don't be sitting on each others laps like I have no idea what's going in where when someone sits on someone's lap-"

"That's enough from you, Chris." I shushed my brother, pressing a hand to his mouth which weakly attempted to paw away from his mouth.

"On to hole eight, final hole?" Chip proposed and everyone nodded in agreement- all too ready to get this over and done with.

"I don't think I've ever been this drunk before." I admitted to Arthur as we exited the pub, hands clasped together and swinging joyfully back and forth as we walked, as though we were kids. "I feel like I'm not even walking."

"And now you really aren't even walking," Arthur said as he placed his arms on my legs and back, scooping me back into his arms, carrying me as though I were nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up at his face I'd grown so fond of over these past few hours.

"What song d'you wanna sing for my forfeit at the next hole?" I questioned, myself also wondering what we could sing.

"Oh it'll come to us when we get there..." Arthur spoke lazily, jumping me up to readjust my grip causing me to let out a squeak before relaxing against his body. Did he have abs under that shirt? It felt like it. He is so fine.

My thoughts died out as I realised this was the final hole and after this it would be all over. Thank God.

We all clinked our jaeger bombs together, the lightweight drink easily going down in one for everyone before Chip reminded Arthur and I that we still had forfeits we had to complete.

"What is your forfeit Arthur?" Harry asked inquisitively- somehow looking as though he hadn't had a single drink, although he had in fact had the most, having ordered an extra pint for good measure.

"That's what I'm asking- he still hasn't told me, either!" I exclaimed, looking for Arthur to give his game up and show the card. "C'mon, surely you can reveal it now that it's the last hole-"

"Not before you do your forfeit-song to the bar- look- they have a karaoke machine nobody's using there, go use it before someone else takes it!" Arthur rushed, pointing at the TV screen connected to a microphone and speakers. The other boys began clamouring their agreement before pushing me up to the stage, a bundle of nerves as I stumbled up the stairs, slotting a coin into the machine and waiting for the next song to come on.

"ArthurTV this is a GROUP FORFEIT- GET UP ONTO THE STAGE!" I shouted and held a hand out to Arthur, causing him to take my hand and get onto the stage with the help of the boys, as they cheered upon hearing the first few chords of the infamous song we were only singing a few hours ago.

I Want it That Way, by the Backstreet Boys. Of course.

I held the mic out for Arthur to hold with me as we sang the first line.

You are... My fi-ire, the one... desi-ire

I opened my eyes and faced Arthur, the look of joy melted into his caramel eyes and making me feel soft and gentle hearted as we went to sing the next line.

Believe... When I say... THAT I WANT IT THAT WAY

I looked out to the crowd and saw that some tables had turned to face us, singing alongside the tune- and all the other boys had huddled together, arms around each other and swaying back and forth as they joined us for the chorus.

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache

Arthur closed his eyes as he virtually shouted the lyrics into the microphone, getting so into the song I had to pause to laugh before continuing

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say

Arthur and I leaned it to sing the final bit of the song, heartily enjoying as the rest of the bar joined us to finish it.

I want it that way

I looked at Arthur, his own eyes meeting me own- full of a tender sort of love I had only ever seen in the movies...

Cause I want it that way...

The song ended with whistles and claps from the rest of the bar, before I dropped the microphone to the ground, wheeling around to face Arthur with a squeal and outstretched arms, as my arms wrapped around his neck, his arms found my waist, pulling me right off of the floor as he hugged me, spinning me around once before I pulled my head off of his chest and looked up at his glowing face.

My eyes only flickered down to his lips for a milisecond before I felt his on top of my own, a billion tiny fireflies lighting up and racing around my stomach as I closed my eyes, relaxing into his hands which were positioned lazily around my waist, holding me lovingly as his lips caressed my own, tuning out the world around us as I focussed on just him and I- together - his lips perfectly top of mine.

...

"What was your forfeit in the end, Arthur?" I asked, eyebrows scrunched as I sat on his lap at the table- arms around his neck and my police hat and tie around Arthur's neck.

Theo was close to nodding off whilst Chip besides him already had. Chris had taken to the stage, wowing the bar with his drunk dancing and (not) killer vocals. Harry, George and Reev still seemed alright however, and were sat making warm conversation around the table, laughing and joking like there was nothing wrong. And truly- there was nothing wrong.

Arthur smiled slightly at my question before tugging at his pocket and pulling out the card, sharpie pen scrawled across it saying:

Give a kiss to the fittest person in the group xoxo (Doesn't have to be on the lips, Chip- we know you will anyways, but everyone else- just know you don't need to go that deep)

I laughed at the bracketed side-note before looking up to Arthur who smiled goofily down at me, looking so pleased- as though he wouldn't rather have anyone else in his arms.

My hand found the side of his face, thumb tracing his jawline and running up his cheeks before padding at his lips. Closing my eyes, I leaned it, finding his lips as we kissed once more, still with the afterglow of embers burning in my heart as I realised I couldn't be happier in anyone else's arms.

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