Prince Charming's Prince Charming

Sure thing. 

Just as Henry's lips fell apart in the start of a sentence, there was the blinding flash of a camera. Then another. Like before, the young man's heart sped up. This time, however, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. It was a bad sort of nervousness. It was the kind that made the back of his neck clammy and sent uncomfortable shivers through his bones. It wasn't that bad yet. He was used to being in the public eye, but he was sure it was much more ridiculous for Alan. Henry had body guards, a sort of secret service, to keep him safe. It was like a security blanket, and it definitely helped with his nerves. The worst part was, where one reporter went, many more were sure to follow.

My dad left. He cheated on my mom, and then he kicked us out. When Kellin sang it, I had a breakdown. I literally had to have someone else record it for me. I mean, that song is one of the reasons I didn't kill myself after my dad made us leave. I wanted to tell Kellin, or thank him, but I couldn't bring myself to. 
I owe him my life. 
I owe that whole band my life.

Henry nodded stiffly. At first he was managing well, glazed over eyes watching the fire distantly. Then, more people showed up. People were suddenly everywhere, and it didn't do Henry any good. His breathing picked up speed, raised to an audible noise. His hands were constantly running through his hair or fixing his shirt. Finally, in an attempt to seem natural, his hand reached for the water glass in from of him. This motion turned out to be his biggest mistake. His hand trembled, ice clinking against the side of the glass. As more people showed and cameras continued flashing, the tremble turned into a tremor. In a split second, the cup slipped from Henry's hand and hit the ground, shattering immediately. The sound produced a jump from the prince. Eyes wide, he continued to shake, though the violence that it once possessed was seemingly fading. 

I'm still struggling with myself.

Henry moved like a ghost, not really all there. He mumbled something about needing to clean up the broken glass, and it was in a frantic sort of voice, like he was afraid he would get in trouble if he didn't do something quick. His eyes were swimming in all sorts of emotions that couldn't be deciphered. He just followed Alan, leaning into his touch without really meaning to. If he were in his right mind, he'd be utterly embarrassed. The whole thing was brought on by his lack of real social contact. His parents thought they were doing good by sheltering him, but they'd set him up for these sort of anxiety attacks that usually ended with him breaking down into a terrible mess.

Alan soon led him to the back, making sure to close and lock the door, deadbolt and all. The room they stood in was a very small storage room, only holding a few boxes and very little room to stand. But Alan found a way to squeeze in with him, their bodies rather close. He turned so they were facing each other, and his hands gently touched the other man's chin, and he slowly and carefully tilted it upward, so their eyes met. Then his fingers gently found their way to his jawline, ever so softly stroking the prince's jawline and neck in a soothing manor "Hey, are you okay?" His voice was soft, low, and very sincere. His eyes  held immense worry and passion, and a clear desire to comfort him. "We can stay here as long as you want. We can leave if you would like that. We could always go back to my house. Or I could take you home. I just want you to feel comfortable" His words were solid and strong, showing he was very confident in his words. He only wanted to make Henry feel safe.

The whole thing was so... Overwhelming. Henry kind of let his knees give out, so it ended with the prince leaning up against Alan's chest, trying desperately to match the rhythm of their heartbeats. It was difficult for him, and he was still shaking against the other man by the time his labored breathing began to slow. It just sounded ragged, sort of like the air was being pressed out of his lungs by someone. 
"Oh god..." He trailed off. "That was embarrassing. As you can see, I'm great with first impressions," he said, trying to turn the whole situation into a joke. He even let out a breathy little chuckle. "I have somewhere to take you. It's quiet, and the reporters are hardly likely to follow us. I just need a few more minutes to pull myself together." He was surprised at the level way he held his tone considering the extreme embarrassment that coursed through his veins.

After after a few moments of timing his inhales and exhales, Henry managed to upright himself, with a little bit of effort. Hands were quickly fixing his usually perfectly coiffed, bronze locks. It didn't take much to put them back in place and rearrange his clothes so they hung more comfortably on his body. With a half-nervous smile, he grabbed Alan's wrist and pulled him outside. It was a clumsy and quiet exit out the restaurants back door. When the frigid fall air hit Henry's skin, he just started running down the little back road, dragging Alan behind him. He made it to a main road after a few minutes. He was short of breath, and his porcelain cheeks were stained red from where the cold breeze had pricked at him. He hailed a taxi the way he'd seen it done in movies.
"Ove never done that before," he beamed proudly at himself as a car pulled up to the curb.

*has to go take a shower*
*will be back in like... 20ish minutes*

Talk to you when you get backkkk

*is back* 
Sorry, took a little longer than expected. Mother wanted to talk after I got out of the shower *groans*
//runs off the reply to rp's//

No worries Hun c:

So I like the first one, but I'll add my piece.

So I think that people can know that they're friends, and Alan helps Henry get over his anxiety and live like a real person and stuff. His parents don't want them together because they think that Alan is going to make Henry give up the throne and stuff. So then they five him the ultimatum. He completely plans on staying with Alan blahblaahblah. Then whilst Alan is being some reckless little crapper, Henry is falling back into his old ways. Henry tries to contact him all the time but Alan ignores (the feels...) so Henry just goes all depressed and starts thinking about suicide. He starts being reckless in his own ways, and ends up getting into a bar fight which would be where the accident happens. Then Alan comes to the hospital, but they still have to fight for their relationship and stuff because his parents want him to marry and have the next generation or whatever?

After after a few moments of timing his inhales and exhales, Henry managed to upright himself, with a little bit of effort. Hands were quickly fixing his usually perfectly coiffed, bronze locks. It didn't take much to put them back in place and rearrange his clothes so they hung more comfortably on his body. With a half-nervous smile, he grabbed Alan's wrist and pulled him outside. It was a clumsy and quiet exit out the restaurants back door. When the frigid fall air hit Henry's skin, he just started running down the little back road, dragging Alan behind him. He made it to a main road after a few minutes. He was short of breath, and his porcelain cheeks were stained red from where the cold breeze had pricked at him. He hailed a taxi the way he'd seen it done in movies. "I've never done that before," he beamed proudly at himself as a car pulled up to the curb.

Oh! Yeah ^^ I love your idea :3
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Alan couldn't help but smile as Henry regained his composure. He was very glad the other man was well now, not liking how nervous and anxious he was. He especially didn't like seeing him so.... frantic. It was almost sickening. He admired Henry, eyes scanning over him, analyzing his perfect skin, how he dressed, the way his hair was parted, his eyes and how they sparkled, even the way he smelled. He found that every little thing about him was just perfect, and once more, found himself grinning. As his wrist was grabbed, his body jerked forward, but he managed to follow the eager man. Once the cold air hit his skin he felt a shiver shoot down his spine, but managed to shake it off. At Henry's excitement for calling a cab, he grinned, his pearly whites showing. Oh, how cute Henry was. Just utterly adorable. Alan then followed the other man into the cab, quickly shutting the door to prevent any more bone chilling air from spilling in.

"Take us to the MGTech building, please. Preferably the corporate office," Henry said, speaking the way he normally spoke to his driver. He sounded kind but left no room for arguments. He was unsure of the address, but everyone had seen the MGTech building. It was the tallest sky scraper in London, and people went just to stare at it. One of the royal family's close friends was the CEO. As a child, Henry spent countless hours exploring the giant building. Realizing that his fingers were still wrapped around Alan's wrist, his cheeks turned pink. "Sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed, as he let go of his grip. 
He leaned up against the car door, his eyes watching cars as they zoomed by, occasionally straying to take in the people walking on sidewalks and shop names articulately painted on windows. He'd never really had a chance to look at things this closely, what with all of the busy work he was provided to take care of in the car.

The comment sent Henry's heart all into another one of those wild flutters that felt like a butterfly mosh pit. His cheeks flamed red, and he cursed himself for being so pale. It made his blush so noticeable. He could feel Alan's eyes on him, just stuck on the back of his head. Without thinking, he turned around, his cheeks still red. He wasn't exactly sure what he planned on doing once he turned around, but all his thoughts flew out the window. He couldn't even think with that gorgeous man's eyes locked on him. Normally, he was good with eye contact, but in that moment, he felt extremely frazzled. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing. 

I love you toooooo c:

Hey, sorry. I have guitar camp all this week. It's like, most of the day too xD Lol. My fingers hurt like hell :p And I also found out one of my very good friends has crohn's disease.... and there was a complication with her medication or something, and now she has irreversible intestinal bleeding, so she is dying.... so that's why I'm just not on much

I understand. Take your time.