Just admit it. England x Reader

〖 i won't say i'm in love. 〗

“Do.. Do you fancy him?”

[Name] looked beside her friend, Annelise, and arched a brow towards her. “What? Who? You need to be more specific than that, Anne. There are tons of boys here at Hogwarts. You could be talking about someone else.”

“Don't play silly games with me, [Name].” she said, her voice calming and gentle as ever. Though, [Name] could have sworn she heard a tint of sarcasm in her voice. What nerve she has. Going around merrily and cheery towards others whilst the girl herself was actually a bloody pain in arse! “I'm talking about Arthur, of course. Who else?”

At this, she stopped at the mention of her friend's name. “Arthur? You mean, Arthur Kirkland? We're just friends. What made you think that I fancy him? More further, what made you think we were.. together?”

Annelise shrugged her shoulders loosely. “I could tell you a hundred reasons. Perhaps, even more than that.”

“Name one.”

“Well, you're constantly with him.” she reasoned, a small smirk appearing on her pink-lips.

“That's because we're friends, Annelise.” [Name] explained, her [e/c]-colored eyes showing disinterest. “I do believe that is what you do with your friends — to spend time with them.”

“Right. Well, he asked you go to Hogsmeade with him on Valentines Day.” Annelise reasoned yet again.

“Correction,” she held a pointer up, and raised her head in a foremost confident way. “I happened to asked him to go with me to Hogsmeade on Valentines Day. However, we went as friends. Nothing more further than that.”

“For the love of — Goodness, [Name]!” Annelise looked at her, a frown on her face. “I knew you were going to deny that you do indeed love Arthur. But I didn't know that you were going to be such a prat about it. For heaven's sake! Just say that you love him; and who knows? He might ask your hand in marriage!”

“I am not being a prat at all!” [Name] exclaimed, slightly offended by the name (It is kind of hurtful to her). “If I recall it, you were the one who started this! All of this! You were the one who asked! And no, I don't love Arthur! Yes, I do love him as a friend. But only as a friend!”

“You, darling, need to stop denying things.” Annelise scoffed, picking up her books. “Especially when it comes to romance. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should go. I wouldn't want to upset you any further.” And after sending her a hateful glare, Annelise was off. [Name] didn't know where, but she highly doubt that it would matter to her.

“I never said that I was an expert when it came to romance.”

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Arthur roamed around the great hallways of Hogwarts until his green emerald eyes spotted a certain familiar [h/c]-haired female silently reading to herself on a bench. He grinned triumphantly as he went over to sit next to her.

“[Name]! You wouldn't believe what happened in Quidditch practice—”

Oh no, something wasn't right. [Name] wasn't smiling, nor grinning, or laughing! He stared at her with a concern look as he shook the girl lightly. “You aren't smiling. Is there something wrong?”

She didn't say anything and only turned the page of her book, pretending (or at least he thought so) as if he wasn't there. Ah yes, she was giving him the silent-treatment. Arthur had never understood that concept, but nevertheless respected it. He wouldn't want to upset his dear friend, [Name] over something so ridiculously stupid.

“Did you and Anne perhaps had another row?”

She nodded her head as a response. So he had guessed right this time.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

[Name] shook her head as she yet again turned the page of her latest book. It must have been very bad if she didn't want to talk about it. Or maybe even more horrible. He couldn't do anything; not like he knew what to do when it came to female drama. He just didn't want to be involved in them. Besides, he didn't want to ruin [Name]'s mood. Even though she was already in a bad mood, he didn't want to make it worse.

“Arthur.” [Name] closed her book and set it aside the bench.

Upon hearing his name, he looked at her. His pretty emerald-green eyes boring into her own [e/c]-colored ones. His smile was there - just as she expected it to be. He wouldn't be very much like.. Arthur without the smile on his face. His smiles were one of the things that [Name] had liked the most. Not like she would admit it, of course. Well, not in front of him, in the least.

“Do you happen to fancy someone?” she inquired, not trying to sound too curious nor too demanding.

“You, of course.” Arthur responded, the smile not fading away from his lips. He leaned closer to [Name] and had asked her the same as well. “What about you? Do you happen to fancy someone, [Name]?”

“I—I.. well,” she couldn't just say it, can't she? It would be highly out of her character; and she completely disapproved of that. No, she forbid that to happen. [Name] didn't want to openly express her feelings towards Arthur. It would have been embarrassing.. And maybe Arthur was just joking - he did like to play jokes, after all.

Come on, [Name]! Just say it!

Stop denying it!

You know you love Arthur Kirkland!

“I.. I happen to fancy you as well, Arthur.”

The male grinned happily and threw his arms at her. And she couldn't help but to hug him back as well. He could smell the sweet scent of lavender and that strawberry smell which she had ate not too long ago.

“I know. It took you a while, [Name]. But I suppose it's worth it.”

“Oh, just kiss me already!”

He laughed - and placed his soft lips against hers.

“Of course, Princess.”