Arthur Kirkland was late.
Not just late.
Like..really very late.
And of course the train deicded to make an extra stop.
He wanted to be home.
In her arms.
She missed him.
She needed him.
He knew that, and was doing his very best to make it there.
The chocolates had melted in his hands.
The flowers he bought were already wilting from not being in water.
Even a man who passed him earlier tried to steal them, ending with half a flower torn and a few with missing petals.
Arthur Kirkland sighed.
His day wasn't going according to plan.
(Name) (Last name) stood looking out the window.
He wasn't there. Not home. Not in bed. Not in her arms.
She was angry, but not at him. For he had done nothing wrong.
She was angry at the weather, cold and stormy, that kept him away from her.
Angry at the people busting through the city, keeping him behind.
It was already nine-thirty, it was getting late.
Poor (Name), had no date.
Her love, Arthur Kirkland, was late on Valentines day.
A young boy asked Arthur who his flowers were for.
"For the one I love." Arthur replied.
"Whose the one you love." the boy asked, curiousity hinted in his young voice.
Arthur smirked, thinking of his (Name).
"Her name is sweeter than honey. Looks more beautiful than a lovely summer."
The boy raised an eyebrow, before turning and walking away...
carrying the flowers...meant for (Name) on valentine's day....
Now Arthur had no flowers.
The chocolates were still melting.
What better luck, Arthur thought to himself.
Now, he was surely late.
Half past ten, (Name) was on the couch now.
Sipping her coffee, bored and tired.
She looked at her photo, of her love Arthur Kirkland.
She looked out the window, but saw no one coming.
Taking a sigh, and stretching.
She wished her love was here..to keep her warm in bed.
Arthur hopped off the train, and down the streets on London.
His (Name) was waiting for him.
He was coming!
Running and jogging, and sprinting.
Down dark alleys, he was surely getting to his destination!
"Look out!" he shouted, parting through crowds.
Ladies scoffed as his un-gentlemenly behaviour.
(Name) would have laughed.
Mr. Kirkland stopped and bought some tea to go.
Running again, trying to get home.
Passing by a man, who had no food..
He stole the chocolates...he didn't care for the mood.
Arthur didn't even notice, he didn't think to know.
Instead smiling, thinking '(Name) would be home.'
She got calls from other men.
"Will you be my valentine." they all said.
"No! I have one already!" she blurted, before hanging up.
It was not almost eleven.
Her love was still not home.
She wished to feel his lips.
His sweet kisses, that tasted like tea.
Warm breath on her shoulders while he hugged her.
She touched her cheek, thinking of him again.
Her love Arthur Kirkland, would be home soon..but what would she do until then?
Blowing a kiss to the sky, Arthur smiled.
Just a bus ride, then he'd be home.
Love was in the air..
Love was everywhere..
Some didn't care..
Other did very much.
Arthur sure did, looking at the photo of his (Name).
Truth be told..she was now angry at him, but for the reason most would think.
She was angry..because he never greeted her with a kiss.
It was first a 'hello' then a peck on the cheek.
Arthur was going to give her more than that.
He was in the mood for some Valentines day loving.
And hopefully some good tea...
Stepping off the bus, he sighed.
He was late..but at least he was home.
(Name) heard the door, Arthur of course.
Running downstairs, to greet her love.
He embraced her.
He spun her around.
Taking her (h/c) hair and pushing it out of her face, he smiled.
"Sorry I'm late."
She smiled, a tear falling from her eyes.
"It's alright, it's still Valentines day."
That's when he noticed, he had no gifts..
They were stolen..on his long trip.
"I'm so sorry love!" he said frowning.
But instead, she kissing him with passion.
"Your all I need." she said, before embracing him again.
The rest of the night..
You get the idea.
Although he was late..
And his love had to wait..
No time for a dinner or a date..
They still made love, on Valentines day.~