My apologies for this part being a little shorter than normal. But it seemed like the right place to end this particular chapter. I hope you still enjoy it though.
Arthur hummed happily, as he and (Y/n) made their way to her hotel. The city seeming brighter, happier than it usually would be, as the duo dodged the honking evening traffic. He had told her that he would have to get back home to check on his mother, but that he would love to walk her to her room and then, if it was acceptable, pick her up again in the morning. (Y/n) agreeing happily, as she gripped his arm tighter and pulled him along, just like she used to before she had left the city.
He couldn't help but puff out his chest in pride a little, as he noticed that people were looking at the two of them. Admittedly, it was not unusual for people to stare at him. They did it all the time. Even when he wasn't in his Carnival costume. But then, it was typically because they thought he was odd. Yet this time, this time he knew that it was because they were jealous. Jealous that he, Arthur Fleck, of all people, had the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. And for the first time, probably ever, he felt strong. He felt as tall as a mountain. As wide and powerful as the oceans. Fearless. Confident. And that all that was down to (Y/n).
"Hey. You okay?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked at Arthur. The simple clown shaking the thoughts from his mind, as he turned his attention to a slightly concerned looking (Y/n).
"What? Oh, er...........yeah, I'm fine. I was just.............just thinking. Well, kind of remembering." Arthur sort of explained. A deep blush kissing his cheeks, as (Y/n) smiled at him.
"Well, whatever it was, it must have been good. You have just been staring blankly off into the distance for the last five minutes. I swear if I wasn't holding your arm, you would have walked under a bus. I thought I must have said something to upset you. I..............................."
"What? No! You........you haven't said anything wrong, (Y/n). You could never say anything wrong. I was..........I was actually just thinking about you. Thinking about walking you home that day. About the time we spent together before you left for college. About all your letter and pictures over the years. I didn't mean to ignore you." Arthur interrupted. Wanting to reassure (Y/n) that she hadn't done anything wrong.
"Me? You were thinking about me? Well, I am honoured. I can't remember the last time I thought about myself for more than a couple of seconds, so you thinking about me for five minutes is quite a feat. I didn't realise that I was that interesting." (Y/n) laughed. Her brows furrowing slightly, as Arthur stopped walking and looked at her in disbelief.
"How could I not think about you, (Y/n)? I've..........I've thought about you every day since you left. I thought about you every day before that, even. I can't wait to get your letters. To read about where you are in the world. What you're doing. They are the highlight of my day. The highlight of my week. I always imagine that I'm with you. That we are seeing and doing all these great things together. That I have something more than a squalid apartment, and a rotten job in a stinking city." Arthur told her. Sure, that it was only the courage from having (Y/n) by his side, that had enabled him to say all that without bursting out laughing.
(Y/n) couldn't help but feel her heart thump like a jackhammer in her chest. She had never realised, but how could she, that her simple letters could mean so much. That her silly stories about the things that she had seen and the places that she had been, could have such an impact on someone. She would freely admit that she loved getting letters from Arthur too. He would always include jokes. Always make her laugh. And he kept her grounded. He had kept her the same girl that she had always been. And for that alone, she appreciated him more than she could ever say.
"Oh, Arthur." (Y/n) began, as she stepped closer to him. Reaching up her hand and brushing some of the dark hair from his face.
"I didn't think that you could get any more wonderful. But it appears I was wrong. You have no idea how many times I have seen something funny and wished that you were there to see it with me. To laugh with me. How many times I've wished, when I've felt alone or scared, that I was back in my bedroom, sat on my bed, with you. How many times I have wished that I could wake up to you and see that embarrassed smile that you had." (Y/n) confessed, as she placed her hand softly on Arthur's cheek. The two of them forgetting that they were stood in the middle of a sidewalk on a busy street. That people were passing them by. Forgetting that the world was still spinning.
"(Y/n), could I........? Would it be ok...........? I mean.........if I............." Arthur said, as he reached up his own hand, and placed it on (Y/n)'s cheek. The two looking between lips and eyes. Between eyes and lips, as they moved closer.
"Hey! Will you two just get a room." A slightly irritated voice said. The tone shaking (Y/n) and Arthur from the moment that they had been in. Both of them glowing a bright red, as they finally remembered where they were.
"I............." (Y/n) managed to say, as she took Arthur's hand and pulled him out of the way of the crowd. The two finding shelter in a small alley, as the rain began to fall from the sky.
"Kiss me. Please, Arthur. I've waited all these years, and I don't think I can wait any longer. I don't even want to spend one more night, wondering in my lonely bed, what it would be like to feel your lips against mine. To taste you." (Y/n) told him, as she gripped onto his jacket. Arthur forgetting about everything. About his illnesses, about his mother. About his nervousness and lack of confidence, as he carefully pushed (Y/n) up against the wall. As his fingers tangled into her hair. As he pulled (Y/n) close, and their lips finally met. The years of wondering, of loneliness and desire spilling out, as their lips moved as one.