Of course you loved him. Who could blame you? Arthur and you were only 16 but you knew what you had was…different. You were never treated quite right but Arthur was always kind to you, he always took care of you and watched out for you in the gang.

Arthur chuckled as he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head into your shoulder, lifting you up slightly “hope I’m not interrupting anything dear” he mumbled, his face still planted against your shoulder.