Prince Charming's Prince Charming

Walking probs. cos that'd be cute.

Henry sighed. He supposed that he should tell his parents that he was going out for the day. It was slightly embarrassing to be a grown man who had to tell his mum that he had plans. He and his sister hurried down the stairs. He coolly stopped in the breakfast nook, where his parents were, nd said, "I'm going out for the day. Don't wait up or anything." As he walked away, he could hear his sister explaining the details. He could care less.

Henry stepped outside upon hearing the buzzer bouncing around the walls. The butler had been just about to tell him that the person at the gate must be there for him. He turned around to face the butler as he stepped outside, calling a quick thank you to the bearded man. He chuckled and shooed Henry away, his eyes on Alan at the gate. The butler claimed to have always know about Henry's sexuality. He practically raised the boy.
Henry took the stairs quickly, his shoes clacking on the cobbled path. The gardener offered a wave and yelled something about having a safe day. Henry rolled his eyes at the staff. These were all the people he bugged whilst growing up and they were all fond of him. As he reached the hate, he flicked his scarf. He was dressed in a regular London fashion. When he met Alan's brown eyes, his heart nearly stopped. One of the men nearby opened the gate and gently pushed him out, offering a cheeky smile to Alan as they closed the pair out.

Two rows of perfect teeth caught Henry's bottom lip, sinking into his skin in that nervous way of his. With a slightly trembling hand, he took the rose from Alan to admire it closer. He always loved flowers, particularly white ones, so he was utterly pleased with the gesture. Then, the young man remembered his manners. A raspy voice that resembled rocks grinding together mumbled a "Thank you." he was much less suave than the man standing in front of him, his emotions easily read on his face like a book. He tried to prompt himself to say something more, but everything sounded wrong in his mind. Words caught in his throat and his nerves were getting the best of him.
His stance was enough to tell anyone that he was insecure, standing in front of Alan. One foot pawed at the other. His shoulders were taut, and his gaze continually flicked to the ground. It seemed ridiculous for someone of his appearance to be so lost in his social awkwardness. Elizabeth always said it was because he was only comfortable in meetings. He never had the chance to be put in a normal social situation as a child. She had always been much less sheltered than he, even allowed to attend public school for a year. He, on the other hand, had been homeschooled. His friends mainly consisted of the wait staff and a few famous people he'd met.

Hush. I want you to take care of yourself before you reply to any of our roleplays. Don't be sorry.

"Uhmm... I don't get out much," Henry said, a hand grabbing the back of his neck. He then continued with, "So I don't really know any good places to eat or anything. They usually cook for us." He jabbed his free hand back to point out the wait staff of whom were ogling at the two through the front windows. At his guesture that indicated he knew they were there, they all scrambled. Their reaction made Henry laugh quietly. "Anyways. You probably know this city better than I do."
He felt kind of stupid, trying to explain that he didn't know anything the city which he had been raised in. The way his parents had sheltered him caused an extreme lack of knowledge on most everything from talking to people who weren't stuck up and proper to eating in fast food restaurants and navigating through a city. He didn't even know how to drive a car, beings as his driver took him everywhere. His parents were too concerned with his image to let him live at all.

I'm really proud of you for talking to your mom c:
And I'm so excited for Warped!!! I was in Spokane at Hot Topic and I met this guy who works there. His band won a contest so they're going to play at the Auburn Warped. He asked me to come watch him, and said that maybe we could hang out and hit some other bands after his performance!
And I'm also going to Tacoma on Friday for a meet and greet with Memphis May Fire, We Came as Romans, and Woe Is Me

I hope you have a good time at warped tour tomorrow 
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Alan listened to the man, before a toothy smile snuck it's way onto his lips. "Oh, don't worry. I have the perfect restaurant we could go to" He assured him. Paul, his band mate, enjoyed exploring the city, looking at every store, cafe, restaurant and library. And the other man seemed to love dragging him along, using him mostly as a pack mule. But along the way, Alan had found the most amazing restaurants to go to, ones specifically reserved for dates (; One cafe in particular held his fancy for breakfast. It was a rather small and homey cafe that he found absolutely perfect. "There's this cafe near 10th Street, that has the most astonishing coffee you've ever had. And their biscuits are to die for" He smiled, and gestured with his hand for Henry to follow him, and he began to walk towards the cafe. In his time living in the UK, the red haired las made sure he was educated in terms widely used in Europe. He then pushed himself to use them as much as possible, so he didn't confuse those he was around. So far, he'd done a rather good job of it.

So, did you have a fun time at warped? I KNOW I DID! Holy crap! It was the best time I've ever had in my life <3 I touched Andy... I like... seriously. I got to touch him, cause I was in front. Best moment of my life. Moshed in the August Burns Red pit.... It was epic! Got a few cool things. And a BVB shirt  I was so happy yesterday though (: Reminded me that life can get better.
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Alan listened to him, actually interested in the things the other man had to say. At the comment about his accent, Alan decided he was already neck deep in hot water, so knew anything he said couldn't get him father into his already deep hole of flirtation "I personally find Welsh accents hot" He let a sly smile slip onto his lips as his warm brown eyes rested on Henry. "Especially yours"

I met so many bands!!!! I met We Came as Romans, Memphis May Fire, Woe is Me, NeverShoutNever, We Came as Romans (again. The first time was at Tilly's the day before), Man Overboard, and Sleeping With Sirens! And Christian Novelli was there! So we got a picture. Shudhevejowjs

Tim's heart went into overdrive at Alan's comment. This was ridiculous. Tim had never known himself to get flustered at little comments like that. He'd flirted with famous footy players, for God's sake, and they were quite a bit more vulgar that the singer walking next to him. It was just something about Alan that got to him and sped his heart up and frenzied his thoughts. He chewed at his fingernails, unsure of what to say. A constant fear of sounding stupid nagged at the back of his mind. He was sure his silence wasn't all that attractive, but he couldn't do anything about it. He just walked dumbly beside the beautiful man, trying to formulate some sort of acceptable response without much luck

I didn't meet too many bands, seeing as it was my first warped, not to mention my first concert in general, and I was trying to get my bearings. But it really was amazing. Saw some really good 'smaller' bands, and bought a few CD's from them. I really had fun though. I feel 1000% better, just in general. I'm glad you had fun though ^^ 
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"You're so cute when you're tongue tied" He found himself say in a small voice, as his eyes diverted to the building in front of them. As if the previous comment wasn't thrown out there, he simply looked over at the prince "We're here" His fingers reached out, and he grabbed the door handle, opening the door for Henry. He didn't know why, but he felt incised to please Henry, but still have fun. Saying cute comments, holding the door open, offering him flowers. He wanted the other man to be happy. Because seeing him happy, made Alan feel a small rush of pleasure, sending a smile to his lips.

"Thank you," Henry smiled, walking inside the little restaurant. He paused just inside the door to wait for Alan. It was sweet that Alan was being so nice. In all seriousness, he had been concerned that the singer would have been rude. It seemed to come with the territory of fame, and it would've crushed Henry if he had been. He bit at his thumbnail, still unable to control his wild, frenzied thoughts. He'd hardly been able to say thank you without stuttering. He  prayed that no one would recognize the pair. It would make their breakfast a lot less casual and it would cause Henry to get more nervous. 

Okay, I honestly think it would be the cutest thing if a bunch of fans or whatever showed up and Henry got really nervous and Alan had to like take him somewhere (ie: the kitchen or whatever) to calm him down and just asdfghjkl it would be adorable.

But it doesn't have to play out that way, of course. I'm capable of making any situation sweet while I'm roleplaying.  

Henry swore his heart was about to beat right out of his chest at Alan's touch. It was an electric shock that coursed through his veins, jump starting his body. He bit his lip and cursed himself for doing it again. "Yeah, the back. That's probably better than the front..." He trailed off, realizing how dumb he probably sounded. If he wasn't afraid of looking even more stupid than he already did. Instead, he just let himself ever-so-slightly gravitate into Alan's touch which also made him move closer to the ginger. It wasn't really intentional, but it happened and he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to. He trusted Alan to take him somewhere quiet, and he wouldn't blame him if people found them. It was part of the territory, being in the public eye and whatnot. 

I'm praying that you're on... Cuz I'm in the mood for roleplaying right now

It felt like his heart was going to up and fly out of his chest, what with the speed it was palpitating. Their proximity was beyond unbelievable. He loved the way his body seemed to melt into Alan's, and the instant when Alan's body moved away from him, a longing replaced his presence. "And I thought chivalry was dead," Henry said, sitting himself into the chair. He'd been used to life handed to him on a silver platter, but this was different. The wait staff was paid to take care of him. Alan treated him this way on his own free will. It just made everything that much sweeter. 

Aww. I love Harry Potter c:

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