Rocker!EnglandxReader: If It Means a Lot to You

Rocker!EnglandxReader
If It Means a Lot to You

You laid on the edge bed wrapped up in your quilt like a caterpillar in a cocoon. You stared at the empty space next to you where your boyfriend should have been. "Day 63." You said in a monotone voice. You had been keeping track of how long Arthur had been gone since he left for his world tour. It wasn't the first tour he had been on while you two were an item, so you were somewhat used to being alone. But just because you're used to something doesn't mean you like it.

You glanced up at the clock. 5:54 A.M. He going to call any second… you thought. Arthur had promised to try to call you ever day while he was gone. But there were so many factors that stopped you two from keeping in contact. Arthur was busy; he had to write new songs and practice with his band and have concerts. You had a full time job you had to keep. And even if you both had free time, the time zones made it so that one of you would have to call at an outrageous time in the morning. But even with all the factors, you knew Arthur always tried.

You had figured out what the time difference between the two of you was and figured that if Arthur had any time to talk, it would be now. He would be getting ready for bed now so he would be left alone by everyone. So you waited under your quilt with your cellphone in your hand, ready to answer when Arthur called.

You phone's screen lit up and a picture of a blushing Arthur could be seen. A song Arthur had written for you began to play, telling you that you were getting a phone call. You quickly hit the "send" button and held it to your ear.

"H-Hello?"  You were so excited to finally hear Arthur's voice again.

"Hello love." Arthur replied form the other side of the line. You could tell he was smiling, also excited that he could talk to you. "I hope you're good tonight."

You gave a small giggle. "Arthur, it's six in the morning here. But yes, I'm well. How about yourself? You had a concert today. Did it go well?"

"You always remember, don't you (Name)?" Arthur gave a laugh and sighed. "Yes, it was wonderful. The crowd was amazing. I'm quit tired though. It takes a lot out of you."

You rolled onto your back and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm sure it does. But you do such an amazing job Iggy! Ugh! Iggy, I wanna just hug you and kiss you and never let you go again! I miss you so much!"

"Thank you love. I miss you just as much, if not more. Oh, hold on. Someone just came in. Yes?" Arthur held his hand over the phone and began to talk to another person. It sounded like a man from what you could hear. You couldn't quit make out the words but you could tell they had a bit of an argument because when Arthur got back on the phone with you he was quiet upset. "I'm sorry (Name), but I have to go soon. I thought we would be able to talk tonight but the band needs me."

Your heart slowly broke in half when Arthur said that. "Oh…O-Okay…"

"Now (Name), don't be upset. We can make it through this. Just a little bit longer and I'm home. And when I get home, I'll treat you like a princess. I'll make sure you're always happy and have everything you ever need and want. And I'll call you again."

"Yes Iggy, I know. It's just-."

"Alright, I'm coming!" Arthur called out to someone who was trying to talk to him.  "I'm sorry love, I have to go. Bloody wankers can't wait a minute. I'll talk to you as soon as I can! Bye! I love you!" There was a click as Arthur hung up the phone.

"…I love you too Iggy."

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Two weeks had passed since the last time you had spoken to Arthur. In those two weeks you began to give an idea some thought.

Yes, you loved Arthur, more than anything. And you knew being a musician was his dream and he had finally been able to succeed in it. But having this strain of him being on tour…could you handle it? You had done it before, but could you keep dealing with it? You didn't want to be selfish but you just wanted England by your side. You didn't want him to leave again.

So you sat on the couch in the living room and held your cell phone tightly. You had Arthur's number dialed; all you had to do was press send. You weren't quite sure what you would say, but you knew you had to say something.

Well, here goes nothing.

You hit the little green button and Arthur's number was dialed. There was long drawn out tones before Arthur picked up the phone.

"Hello? (Name)? Is everything alright? It's three in the morning…" Arthur said with a yawn.

"Ar-Arthur…We need to talk." You tried to sound as serious and emotionless as you could but you were unable. Your voice cracked as a small tear ran down your cheek.

Arthur could tell something was wrong. He quickly picked up on the fact that you were crying. "(Name), what is it? Tell me this instant!" Arthur was convinced something happened between one of your co-workers or friends. He thought that someone had hurt your feelings in some way but the true was…

"I think that maybe we should end this." You sniffed while tears streamed down your face.

"Please tell me you're talking about the phone conversation love." Arthur's voice was barely a whisper as he sat in shock.

"Iggy, I'm so sorry!" You rubbed your eyes furiously, trying to make the tears stop. "It's just that I need you here with me! I can't take being alone anymore! I just can't…" You began to sob, not knowing what Arthur would think.

"You can't mean this (Name)!"

"But I do Arthur."

"N-No! I have to have you (Name)! Without you I'll never be happy again! We can't just be friends! I need you (Name)! I need you!" Arthur's throat began to swell and his eyes heated up. Was this really happening to him? You were going to leave him? "I-I'm almost done with the tour. I-I'll be home and we can make this work out. I promise (Name). I promise!"

"I'm…I'm sorry Arthur…" Before Arthur could say anything else, you hung up the phone and laid down on the couch while continuing to sob.


We knew it'd happen eventually…