One little trip (Request)

Olivia sighed as she walked along the streets she was so used to. She needed to find some kind of inspiration, any kind of inspiration, for a book she was asked to write.  What kind of book? A romantic novel, yeah, talk about needing inspiration. (A/N: Just kidding!) She stuffed her hand into her pockets, grumbling as more people started filling the street she was on.

 

She tried moving past the people quickly, trying hard to get away before it was completely unbearable. Her head whipped around, back towards her home, only to be met with a different set of strangers. She felt herself back away slightly, before catching her heel, causing her to lose her balance. She struggled to regain her balance, but only ended up twisting her ankle.

 

She cried in pain as she started falling but this fall didn’t last longer than a second. Instead of being met with the cold cement she was on, she felt a pair of arms catch her then pulled her back up into a standing position. Her breath was held until she realized that she was safe.

 

“Are you alright love,” a voice asked. Olivia nodded softly, running a hand through her brown hair as she opened her eyes. Her green eyes met with another pair of eyes, with the same color etched within her hero’s irises.

 

She felt her heart skip a beat as her breath hitched. Her hero…was amazingly handsome. His short blonde hair, his worried painted face, everything was perfect. She felt her cheeks start to gain heat, realizing that she was staring. She watched as he stared at her, his cheeks starting to flush.

 

“Um, could you, um let me go,” she stuttered out, questioning if he would or not. Secretly, she kind of hoped he wouldn’t. She felt his grip upon her loosen slightly, but then stopped, as if unsure.

 

“S-sure,” he stuttered, putting his hands back upon his sides, “O-only you’re able to walk. I mean, I thought I saw you roll your ankle.”

 

“Oh, sure,” she said. She looked down, realizing that the leg to the ankle that caused this was up. She was about to put it down, when someone ran into her, pushing her back into her hero’s chest. She felt him place a hand onto her head before she heard a slight growl from him. She looked up from the position she was in, only to have their eyes connect once again.

 

She felt herself grow closer to him at the same time in which he drew closer. She could feel her heart jump in speed slightly, jumps within heartbeats growing with each millisecond. She held her breath as her eyes softly closed.

 

Before she realized the pain irradiating throughout her leg.

 

“AH,” she screamed, backing away from him as she lifted the same leg up once more. Well this wasn’t good. She wouldn’t be able to get any inspiration if she was hurt. She felt the man wrap an arm around her waist while he placed an arm, the one upon the same side as the cursed foot, and draped it around his neck.

 

“Come on,” he said, “Let’s get you inside before any more damage is done.”

 

~time skip~

 Olivia sighed as she tapped her normal foot.  Her gaze went to across the table, in which the blonde was fixing the ice surrounding her ankle. He had gotten her tea and some cookies. He had said he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to help in any way he could.

 

“So,” she spoke, getting the man’s attention, “I haven’t gotten your name yet. What may it be?” She watched as he smiled softly.

 

“Name’s Arthur,” he truthfully spoke. He turned his body towards her, making sure he would be talking to her beautiful, tan face instead of her ice encased foot. “What’s your name?” She let out a giggle, the sound being music upon Arthur’s ears.

 

“I’m Olivia,” she said, “I was looking for inspiration for a book I was requested to write. Still haven’t gotten any.”

 

“Wait, you’re an author,” Arthur asked, making sure he heard right. Olivia nodded.

 

“Yeah, I highly doubt you’ve read any of my other stories,” she said doubtfully, “No one seems to know the ben name Aivil O.” She watched as his smile grew, his eyes brightening intensity.

 

“You’re Aivil O.” he chuckled, “That makes sense. I actually have almost all of your work. Your writing style is very good. It makes me seem like I’m actually a part of the story.” Olivia let out another giggle.

 

“That’s the point,” she explained, “I noticed with books I’ve read, the better one’s make you feel like your apart of it. So, that’s how I wanted to write.” Arthur chuckled softly.

 

“That’s amazing,” it was all Arthur could say about the matter while his smile faultered. “Um, d-do you have another story coming out?” He watched as her hand ran up against her other arm. She let out a nervous giggle.

 

“Well, I’m working on one,” she shook her head slightly, a frown upon her lips, before suddenly smiling again, “But it can wait. Right now, I’m more interested in getting to know more about the person sitting across from me.” Arthur looked into her eyes as his smile grew back.

 

“So am I."

 

 

 

~Another time skip (2 weeks)~

Turns out, Arthur was actually from England. He was over here for business which pertained with his little brother, Alfred. He was staying at a place not far from her’s. Ever since the little accident, they’ve been meeting up at that shop whenever it would work for Arthur. What? Olivia really didn’t have much to do. She still hasn’t found any type of inspiration.

 

Truly, she just wanted to be around Arthur as much as she could. She didn’t really know what it was about this Englishman but she just made her feel happy. Her heart would skip a beat anytime they’re hands would barely brush. She lost all speech, anything that was easy to her, became torture when with Arthur.

 

It couldn’t have been ‘friends’ feeling. Oh no, it was much more than that. It was the biggest element within the next book. Love.  At first, she thought it couldn’t be true, but while she was waiting for Arthur to show up, she continued thinking about the issue. Turns out, all signs pointed to cupid and his love arrows.

 

She sighed happily as she continued thinking about it. So much fun is it to fall in love, especially when you fall in love so fast. It only hurts when the person of interest isn’t there to catch you. Olivia’s head whipped around as the door of the place opened. Speaking of people of interest.

 

Arthur walked into the building but…he wasn’t smiling. Something must’ve been really bothering. He’d normally show up with a smile etched upon his face. He walked over and sat down in his original spot, right across from her.

 

“Arthur,” she called, slightly worried, “Is something the matter?” He nodded slightly, his gaze thinking the table was much more interesting. “What is it?”

 

“I,” he started, he closed his eyes as pain started to fill his chest. He didn’t want to do this. He only realized that he’d fallen in love with her yesterday, and was having to leave today. He looked up at Olivia, who’s face was dressed with worry. He closed his eyes and sighed.

 

“I’m heading back to England,” he explained, “I-I’ve finished with my issue here and I’m really needed back at home.” Olivia gasped.

 

“Y-you’re leaving,” she asked, tears welling up within her eyes, “B-b-but I-“

 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “But my country needs me.” He looked up at her, watching as she tried not to cry. “Hey,” he called, gently taking ahold of her hands, “Thanks to you, this trip has been amazing.” Olivia let out a sad chuckle.

 

“I’m pretty sure you would’ve had an amazing time with anyone,” she said calmly, looking away from him. Arthur sighed.

 

“I wouldn’t have,” he said, “But, I have to say this…we should never meet again.”

 

“W-what,” Olivia exclaimed, “You just told me that I-“

 

“I know what I said,” Arthur said, cutting her off, “I….just…can’t do a long distance relationship.”

 

“What are you talking about,” Olivia asked, feeling offensive, “You can’t even have a long distant friendship?” Arthur sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 

“That’s not what I-,” he started, only to be interrupted by a sharp sound. He looked down upon his watch. Just enough time to get to the airport on time. Both of them felt their heart drop to their lower stomach.

 

“I have to go,” he said softly, getting up from his seat. He opened his mouth to say more but then saw Olivia staring off into space, sadness painting her face. Arthur felt his heart tug towards her greatly, a great need pulling at his heart. He slowly walked over to her. When he reached her side, he leaned down and…

 

Kissed her.

 

Olivia’s eyes widened when she felt Arthur place his lips upon her’s. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She sat there for a bit, her brain processing what was happening before she started kissing back. Their lips molded over each other’s perfectly. It was only for a moment before it was broken.

 

“Till we meet again,” he whispered before he straightened up, turned around, and walked out. Olivia sat there, surprised/dazed at what had just happened. As soon as the door closed, she felt tears accumulate and flow over her eye lids. She stood up quickly and walked out.

 

She walked down the street and to her house. She ran to her room and threw herself onto the bed, tears streaming from her eyes. Why?! Why’d he have to do that?! Say they could never meet again and then, out of the blue, kiss her?!? She cried more than she has ever cried before.

 

All because of him.

 

After a while, she sniffed, wiping her face free from the watery-salt mixture before wincing from a bright light. She turned her head to the source to find her computer, still on, with the word document open. Her mind replayed the events of what happened for the past few weeks and her eyes widened.

 

AS if in a trance, she slowly walked over to the desk and sat down. A small, slightly sad smile appeared upon her face. She cracked her knuckles quickly, tied her hair up, and started her next extraordinary story.

~Elsewhere: last time skip (two months)~

 

Arthur felt a sad smile grow upon his lips, tears starting to form onto his eyes as he continued reading the book. His fingers gently ran across each page as he read every single word. The author was so good, he actually felt that he was within the main characters life. It was strange to think that the author died from a car wreck a month after it was published. He was beginning upon a new chapter when Peter came in.

 

“Arthur, it’s time to-“he stopped mid-sentence and looked over the elder brother’s shoulder, “What are ya reading?” Arthur closed his eyes slightly as he marked his spot, closing the book shortly after. His green eyes opened once more to be met with his little brother’s bright blue ones.

 

“A story,” he replied, standing up, fixing his coat before placing the book upon the end table. He chuckled slightly when he saw that Peter was still curious about the book.

 

“Who’s Aivil O.” he asked curiously, eyes glued onto the spine.

 

“The Author of the book,” Arthur replied, gently placing a hand onto Peter’s shoulder, “I’ll tell you more about it later. You ready to go to the meeting?”

 

“Am I ever,” Peter exclaimed, dashing to the door. Arthur let out a chuckle as he followed the energetic little boy. He closed the door behind him, leaving the book to sit upon the end table, below the lamp. The light illuminating the golden words etched across its cover.

 

One Little Trip.