Fanboys And Idol Stars (Merlin Fanfic Chapter 2)
Title: Fanboys and Idol Stars (2/?)
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: None other then it's AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Summary: Merlin is a fanboy, currently idolising over his old friend Lancelot. Arthur is another idol. When they meet at a CD signing they're bound to conflict but do they really hate each other as much as they claim? Merlin/Arthur.
The sun had risen not that long ago and in a small house on the outskirts of the village of Ealdor a middle aged women tottered around the house as she started to prepare for her day before she had to go drag her teenage son out of bed.
Merlin had been happily sleeping when he felt his duvet pulled off of him and his mum call out,
“Rise and shine, it’s time for school.” Merlin groaned as he felt around for his covers before opening one eye to glare at his mother,
“I’m not five Mum and I don’t have any lessons until this afternoon,” he groaned. His complaints were simply ignored as Hunith just stood there, tapping her foot on the floor as she waited for the boy to get up. She wouldn’t be going away any time soon. Merlin groaned again and sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he slipped out of bed. It was lucky he wasn’t the type of guy to have someone new in his bed every weekend. His mother certainly would have been in for a shock but Merlin was a good boy. It was just when he was dragged out of bed at an appallingly early time he sometimes wished he could find some way to stop the woman from coming into his room and refusing to leave until he was up and out of bed.
He could never catch a few extra minutes of sleep with Hunith as a mother.
Grumbling to himself he stumbled over to the pile of clean clothes he left at the foot of his bed and his mum sighed, shaking her head at the state of the boy’s room.
“You really should tidy up in here more often. I’m not going to be here to clean up your messes forever you know,” she scolded but it was gentle. She really didn’t like having to tell her son off but he needed some form of discipline and without his father around it was up to her. Well, her and Gaius when he wasn’t too busy to help. He’d always been a bit of a father figure for Merlin but he was busy with his job more often then not these days. Hunith sighed again before Merlin glared at her slightly and attempted to shoo her out of his room so he could start getting ready for the day.
*****
Merlin arrived at school sooner then he’d have liked and as he’d told his mother he didn’t have any lessons until the afternoon. To be fair though, his mother had paid for a bus pass for him so he could ride a school bus into Camelot rather then having to wait on service bus only to be late to school everyday. Not that it mattered when he didn’t have a lesson first period but it was still annoying.
With a small huff Merlin collapsed onto one of the comfy seats in the sixth form common room. Well at least he could find something to do with all his free time and he knew that Gwen had first free too so he wouldn’t be alone. The thought cheered him slightly as he pulled his phone out to play a game on while he waited for his female friend to arrive. He didn’t expect to see a bar on screen flashing telling him he had one new message from an unknown number.
Merlin blinked and opened the message, eyes darting across the small screen as he read the message.
From: Unknown Number
You’ll be glad to know that the coffee didn’t stain my jeans so you won’t be charged.
A.P
Merlin stared, his mouth hanging slightly open as he wondered how the hell Arthur managed to get his number or whether the message was just some kind of elaborate prank. He didn’t give many people his number and he was certain that he hadn’t given the celebrity his number. He never wanted anything to do the prat again. Frowning, he quickly typed in a reply.
*****
It was a typical morning in the Pendragon household and Arthur found himself speculating on why the hell he continued to stay with his father and Morgana when he had a flat of his own. The table was currently silent but the tension in the air was obvious. Uther and Morgana rarely saw eye to eye and once again Uther had been on at her for choosing to attend a nearby state run school rather then the private performing arts specialist school in the main area of the city. Arthur had gone there until he’d been scouted by an sub-label in the city. He’d made their label big and his father was the executive producer for all his albums but of course he’d worked on the albums of many world famous artists in his life time. For a short time Uther had worked on albums as a music producer but after Ygraine had died he’d found himself uninterested in the actual music. It was a slight annoyance to Arthur that even though his father had the respect of Excalibur records he wouldn’t listen to his son when he asked him to speak to the label about letting him perform the genre of music he wanted. Uther refused to though, he told his son that if he did that then Arthur would lose fans and the album sales would drop.
It was all about business with Uther.
That was the exact reason why Uther wanted Morgana to transfer back to the arts school. She had a great voice of her own but she wasn’t interested in going into music like her step-brother. She was stubborn, single-minded and Arthur knew she wasn’t going to back down any time soon.
It was with that in mind that Arthur decided that he was going back to staying in his flat; at least he’d escape from the arguments. Picking up his coffee the blond stared down at it, remembering the boy from the day before with a small scowl before he started to sip at his drink. He’d texted the dark haired male the night before and he hadn’t had a single reply back. Arthur couldn’t help but feel a little put out that Merlin hadn’t even sent a text back telling him to go fuck himself.
As if on cue Arthur’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he placed his drink down, pulling his phone out of his pocket as casually as possible and had to suppress a smirk when he saw Merlin’s name had popped up on his screen. Opening the message, he stood up with a polite “excuse me” before he left the room, chuckling quietly to himself.
The message went:
From: Merlin
Where the hell did you get my number from? Why are you even texting me?
Merlin.
Arthur pulled the small keyboard open on the phone and his fingers darted to putting a reply and smirking to himself as it sent. Well at least that was his entertainment for the day sorted, he was certain the dark haired male would respond now.
*****
After he’d replied Merlin had added the number to his contacts, at least that way he’d know when it was Arthur texting him. He hoped the other guy wouldn’t be the dick Merlin couldn’t help but think he was and would at least tell him who’d given the celebrity his frigging number. He suspected that it was either Gwen or Gaius and whoever it was he was going to murder. He didn’t want Arthur to be able to text him whenever he wanted, it would only lead to the arrogant git just constantly annoying him.
His phone vibrated in his hand, sliding it open he quickly read it.
From: Prat
Your lovely girlfriend gave it to me, I just asked and she pulled out her phone straight away. I’m texting you because I want to, do you have a problem with that?
It was pretty smug and rude and Merlin was sure that Arthur had intended it that way. The dark haired boy glowered down at his phone, slowly inputting a reply as he listened carefully for Gwen to enter the room.
To: Prat
1. Gwen is not my girlfriend. 2. Why did you even want my number and 3, yes I do have a problem with you wanting to text me. I apologised for spilling your coffee, now leave me along you arrogant prat!
As soon as he pressed send the common room door opened and Gwen wandered in, brightening up when she saw Merlin but her face fell when she saw the dark expression on her friend’s face. She quickly scurried over and sat next to him, hands in her lap and they automatically started toying with her skirt. It was a nervous habit of hers,
“I’m guessing Arthur texted you.” Merlin nodded but he stopped glaring at her, he just couldn't stay mad at Gwen.
“He did,” he responded, his tone was softer and Gwen looked back at him again but she honestly did look guilty,
“I'm sorry. He just asked for it and...and I was starstruck...sorry,” she stuttered and Merlin sighed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders in sort of a half hug,
“I know you are. Don't worry, I can deal with him. He'll probably grow bored anyway,” he told her.
Really if anyone should be doing the comforting it should be Gwen, just because Merlin had told her that he thought Arthur would grow bored didn't mean that he thought it himself. He'd done something to interest the blond male and now he was just going to have to deal with the consequences. However it was safe to say that Merlin regretted ever going to that damn signing.
*****
Okay, maybe Arthur had grown bored of texting him, Merlin thought as he stepped out onto the patio area in front of the sixth form block. The only reason he'd came outside was that though it was cold outside, it was getting really stuffy inside and he'd needed the fresh air. He only had twenty minutes left of his last free period and lunch before he had to go to his only class of the day. Slumping down onto one of the benches that sat outside, he sighed to himself. The novelty of having free lessons wore off quickly when you had a few days with barely any lessons at all.
Facing the playground, he leaned back against the wooden table and started to hum quietly to himself. If anyone asked it wasn't Arthur, Lancelot and Sir William's song. He wouldn't be caught dead humming that song...well, okay then maybe it was that song but it was the type of song that easily got stuck in your head. At least he hadn't set it as his ring tone like some of the year 7 girls had, you couldn't go anywhere without hearing “Baby Goodbye” at least once. It would grow boring after a while, not like Lancelot's solo stuff. No, he could listen to it for hours on end without getting bored.
Those thoughts were stirring around his head and he swore he could hear Lancelot's “100 Years” playing in his head. He quietly sung along for a few moments before he realised it was his phone going off.
“Shit,” he muttered and tugged his phone out of his jeans pocket, in such a rush to answer before whoever was calling up he didn't bother checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” he greeted and there was a quiet laugh from the other end of the phone.
“I didn't think you'd pick up the phone Merlin, I thought you didn't like me,” a far too familiar voice replied from the other end of the phone. Merlin nearly dropped his phone when he realised who it was.
“I don't!” he exclaimed, slouching back against the bench a little little lower. He gave up, he honestly did. What did Arthur want with him?
“Listen Arthur, is there anything you want or were you just calling to bug me?” he asked as he heard someone exit the doors behind him. Turning his head he spotted Morgana leaving. He didn't really know her but she was a friend of Gwen's so he shot her a friendly smile and she nodded at him in response before pulling her phone out. She obviously needed to call somebody, Merlin thought. The appearance of Morgana had distracted him and he'd obviously missed something that Arthur had said as the other male was going, “well?” in the impatient manner of someone who expected everyone to just stop what they're doing to listen to them.
“Sorry, I missed what you said,” he said and there was a sigh of exasperation.
“Really Merlin, with ears as big as yours you'd think you'd actually be listening,” the comment was made of annoyance and Merlin couldn't help but feel insulted. Sure his ears were a little on the large side but Arthur didn't need to comment on them, they'd only met once at the weekend after all.
“Well I'm sorry if me and my big ears weren't paying you your due attention Arthur,” he snapped and he saw Morgana's head shoot up from where she'd been staring at her phone in confusion. Okay, he'd just said the name Arthur but surely Morgana didn't automatically knew that she was talking about the Arthur.
“I just said...no, wait. I'm not going to tell you now, that's what you get for being rude! You'll hear about it soon enough anyway,” Arthur retorted before hanging up.
Merlin pulled his phone away from his ear and glared at it, trying to imagine it was Arthur's big head.
“Prat,” he growled to himself before shoving his phone away and returning inside the sixth form, ignoring the curious looks Morgana was shooting at him as she attempted once again to call Arthur up, this time getting through.
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So what did you guys think? What do you think Arthur was going to tell Merlin about? What do you guys want to happen next?
Please review and tell me, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Oh songs that are used are "Baby Goodbye" by Friday Hill and "100 Years" by Five For Fighting.
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: None other then it's AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Summary: Merlin is a fanboy, currently idolising over his old friend Lancelot. Arthur is another idol. When they meet at a CD signing they're bound to conflict but do they really hate each other as much as they claim? Merlin/Arthur.
The sun had risen not that long ago and in a small house on the outskirts of the village of Ealdor a middle aged women tottered around the house as she started to prepare for her day before she had to go drag her teenage son out of bed.
Merlin had been happily sleeping when he felt his duvet pulled off of him and his mum call out,
“Rise and shine, it’s time for school.” Merlin groaned as he felt around for his covers before opening one eye to glare at his mother,
“I’m not five Mum and I don’t have any lessons until this afternoon,” he groaned. His complaints were simply ignored as Hunith just stood there, tapping her foot on the floor as she waited for the boy to get up. She wouldn’t be going away any time soon. Merlin groaned again and sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he slipped out of bed. It was lucky he wasn’t the type of guy to have someone new in his bed every weekend. His mother certainly would have been in for a shock but Merlin was a good boy. It was just when he was dragged out of bed at an appallingly early time he sometimes wished he could find some way to stop the woman from coming into his room and refusing to leave until he was up and out of bed.
He could never catch a few extra minutes of sleep with Hunith as a mother.
Grumbling to himself he stumbled over to the pile of clean clothes he left at the foot of his bed and his mum sighed, shaking her head at the state of the boy’s room.
“You really should tidy up in here more often. I’m not going to be here to clean up your messes forever you know,” she scolded but it was gentle. She really didn’t like having to tell her son off but he needed some form of discipline and without his father around it was up to her. Well, her and Gaius when he wasn’t too busy to help. He’d always been a bit of a father figure for Merlin but he was busy with his job more often then not these days. Hunith sighed again before Merlin glared at her slightly and attempted to shoo her out of his room so he could start getting ready for the day.
*****
Merlin arrived at school sooner then he’d have liked and as he’d told his mother he didn’t have any lessons until the afternoon. To be fair though, his mother had paid for a bus pass for him so he could ride a school bus into Camelot rather then having to wait on service bus only to be late to school everyday. Not that it mattered when he didn’t have a lesson first period but it was still annoying.
With a small huff Merlin collapsed onto one of the comfy seats in the sixth form common room. Well at least he could find something to do with all his free time and he knew that Gwen had first free too so he wouldn’t be alone. The thought cheered him slightly as he pulled his phone out to play a game on while he waited for his female friend to arrive. He didn’t expect to see a bar on screen flashing telling him he had one new message from an unknown number.
Merlin blinked and opened the message, eyes darting across the small screen as he read the message.
From: Unknown Number
You’ll be glad to know that the coffee didn’t stain my jeans so you won’t be charged.
A.P
Merlin stared, his mouth hanging slightly open as he wondered how the hell Arthur managed to get his number or whether the message was just some kind of elaborate prank. He didn’t give many people his number and he was certain that he hadn’t given the celebrity his number. He never wanted anything to do the prat again. Frowning, he quickly typed in a reply.
*****
It was a typical morning in the Pendragon household and Arthur found himself speculating on why the hell he continued to stay with his father and Morgana when he had a flat of his own. The table was currently silent but the tension in the air was obvious. Uther and Morgana rarely saw eye to eye and once again Uther had been on at her for choosing to attend a nearby state run school rather then the private performing arts specialist school in the main area of the city. Arthur had gone there until he’d been scouted by an sub-label in the city. He’d made their label big and his father was the executive producer for all his albums but of course he’d worked on the albums of many world famous artists in his life time. For a short time Uther had worked on albums as a music producer but after Ygraine had died he’d found himself uninterested in the actual music. It was a slight annoyance to Arthur that even though his father had the respect of Excalibur records he wouldn’t listen to his son when he asked him to speak to the label about letting him perform the genre of music he wanted. Uther refused to though, he told his son that if he did that then Arthur would lose fans and the album sales would drop.
It was all about business with Uther.
That was the exact reason why Uther wanted Morgana to transfer back to the arts school. She had a great voice of her own but she wasn’t interested in going into music like her step-brother. She was stubborn, single-minded and Arthur knew she wasn’t going to back down any time soon.
It was with that in mind that Arthur decided that he was going back to staying in his flat; at least he’d escape from the arguments. Picking up his coffee the blond stared down at it, remembering the boy from the day before with a small scowl before he started to sip at his drink. He’d texted the dark haired male the night before and he hadn’t had a single reply back. Arthur couldn’t help but feel a little put out that Merlin hadn’t even sent a text back telling him to go fuck himself.
As if on cue Arthur’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he placed his drink down, pulling his phone out of his pocket as casually as possible and had to suppress a smirk when he saw Merlin’s name had popped up on his screen. Opening the message, he stood up with a polite “excuse me” before he left the room, chuckling quietly to himself.
The message went:
From: Merlin
Where the hell did you get my number from? Why are you even texting me?
Merlin.
Arthur pulled the small keyboard open on the phone and his fingers darted to putting a reply and smirking to himself as it sent. Well at least that was his entertainment for the day sorted, he was certain the dark haired male would respond now.
*****
After he’d replied Merlin had added the number to his contacts, at least that way he’d know when it was Arthur texting him. He hoped the other guy wouldn’t be the dick Merlin couldn’t help but think he was and would at least tell him who’d given the celebrity his frigging number. He suspected that it was either Gwen or Gaius and whoever it was he was going to murder. He didn’t want Arthur to be able to text him whenever he wanted, it would only lead to the arrogant git just constantly annoying him.
His phone vibrated in his hand, sliding it open he quickly read it.
From: Prat
Your lovely girlfriend gave it to me, I just asked and she pulled out her phone straight away. I’m texting you because I want to, do you have a problem with that?
It was pretty smug and rude and Merlin was sure that Arthur had intended it that way. The dark haired boy glowered down at his phone, slowly inputting a reply as he listened carefully for Gwen to enter the room.
To: Prat
1. Gwen is not my girlfriend. 2. Why did you even want my number and 3, yes I do have a problem with you wanting to text me. I apologised for spilling your coffee, now leave me along you arrogant prat!
As soon as he pressed send the common room door opened and Gwen wandered in, brightening up when she saw Merlin but her face fell when she saw the dark expression on her friend’s face. She quickly scurried over and sat next to him, hands in her lap and they automatically started toying with her skirt. It was a nervous habit of hers,
“I’m guessing Arthur texted you.” Merlin nodded but he stopped glaring at her, he just couldn't stay mad at Gwen.
“He did,” he responded, his tone was softer and Gwen looked back at him again but she honestly did look guilty,
“I'm sorry. He just asked for it and...and I was starstruck...sorry,” she stuttered and Merlin sighed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders in sort of a half hug,
“I know you are. Don't worry, I can deal with him. He'll probably grow bored anyway,” he told her.
Really if anyone should be doing the comforting it should be Gwen, just because Merlin had told her that he thought Arthur would grow bored didn't mean that he thought it himself. He'd done something to interest the blond male and now he was just going to have to deal with the consequences. However it was safe to say that Merlin regretted ever going to that damn signing.
*****
Okay, maybe Arthur had grown bored of texting him, Merlin thought as he stepped out onto the patio area in front of the sixth form block. The only reason he'd came outside was that though it was cold outside, it was getting really stuffy inside and he'd needed the fresh air. He only had twenty minutes left of his last free period and lunch before he had to go to his only class of the day. Slumping down onto one of the benches that sat outside, he sighed to himself. The novelty of having free lessons wore off quickly when you had a few days with barely any lessons at all.
Facing the playground, he leaned back against the wooden table and started to hum quietly to himself. If anyone asked it wasn't Arthur, Lancelot and Sir William's song. He wouldn't be caught dead humming that song...well, okay then maybe it was that song but it was the type of song that easily got stuck in your head. At least he hadn't set it as his ring tone like some of the year 7 girls had, you couldn't go anywhere without hearing “Baby Goodbye” at least once. It would grow boring after a while, not like Lancelot's solo stuff. No, he could listen to it for hours on end without getting bored.
Those thoughts were stirring around his head and he swore he could hear Lancelot's “100 Years” playing in his head. He quietly sung along for a few moments before he realised it was his phone going off.
“Shit,” he muttered and tugged his phone out of his jeans pocket, in such a rush to answer before whoever was calling up he didn't bother checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” he greeted and there was a quiet laugh from the other end of the phone.
“I didn't think you'd pick up the phone Merlin, I thought you didn't like me,” a far too familiar voice replied from the other end of the phone. Merlin nearly dropped his phone when he realised who it was.
“I don't!” he exclaimed, slouching back against the bench a little little lower. He gave up, he honestly did. What did Arthur want with him?
“Listen Arthur, is there anything you want or were you just calling to bug me?” he asked as he heard someone exit the doors behind him. Turning his head he spotted Morgana leaving. He didn't really know her but she was a friend of Gwen's so he shot her a friendly smile and she nodded at him in response before pulling her phone out. She obviously needed to call somebody, Merlin thought. The appearance of Morgana had distracted him and he'd obviously missed something that Arthur had said as the other male was going, “well?” in the impatient manner of someone who expected everyone to just stop what they're doing to listen to them.
“Sorry, I missed what you said,” he said and there was a sigh of exasperation.
“Really Merlin, with ears as big as yours you'd think you'd actually be listening,” the comment was made of annoyance and Merlin couldn't help but feel insulted. Sure his ears were a little on the large side but Arthur didn't need to comment on them, they'd only met once at the weekend after all.
“Well I'm sorry if me and my big ears weren't paying you your due attention Arthur,” he snapped and he saw Morgana's head shoot up from where she'd been staring at her phone in confusion. Okay, he'd just said the name Arthur but surely Morgana didn't automatically knew that she was talking about the Arthur.
“I just said...no, wait. I'm not going to tell you now, that's what you get for being rude! You'll hear about it soon enough anyway,” Arthur retorted before hanging up.
Merlin pulled his phone away from his ear and glared at it, trying to imagine it was Arthur's big head.
“Prat,” he growled to himself before shoving his phone away and returning inside the sixth form, ignoring the curious looks Morgana was shooting at him as she attempted once again to call Arthur up, this time getting through.
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So what did you guys think? What do you think Arthur was going to tell Merlin about? What do you guys want to happen next?
Please review and tell me, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Oh songs that are used are "Baby Goodbye" by Friday Hill and "100 Years" by Five For Fighting.