Imagines with Henry Cavill

Chapter 1 - A Chance Meeting.

The universe has a funny way of making things happen when you least expect it. I had all but given up hope of finding Mr. Right or even a Mr. Right-now. I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd be married to my job and my only companion would be my grumpy, old cat!

I replay the night I met Henry over in my head all the time, and even after all this time, it still feels like yesterday. We'd both been invited to a dinner party by a mutual friend - although neither of us knew the other existed. I mean, I knew who Henry was, I'd seen a few of his movies and was a fan of The Witcher on Netflix, but my friend had neglected to tell me that she and her partner knew him. Our friends had access to a beautiful manor house out in the country, so the party was also a sleep over - we were told it was for no particular reason - just cos - but looking back in hindsight, it would have been a ruse to get Henry and I together - with no chance of escape!

The dining table had been beautifully decorated with fancy hand written place cards at each seat - our (sneaky) mutual friends had sat Henry and me next to each other. Thankfully I had managed to hold myself together, even with the alcohol being offered with each meal and not fan girl at him. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to, he was even more handsome in person than on screen. His whole face lit up when he smiled, his eyes sparkled and when I talked, he seemed genuinely interested - even if it was boring topics like what I did for work, hobbies, that usual kind of thing.

Once the meals had finished, we were made to retreat to the sitting room where the compulsory after dinner games commenced and of course, Henry and I were made to pair up with each other - being the only two single people at the party, of course it would be inevitable that it would work out that way. The games were the usual ones - charades, Pictionary, some weird trivia one, and Cards Against Humanity once the alcohol worked it's magic on us all.

The night seemed to fly by, neither Henry nor I noticed that once the games had finished and people were just talking amongst themselves, that the amount of people in the sitting room was getting less and less. We'd been talking for hours, going through what felt like a never ending bottle of wine, only realising how late it was when I couldn't stop yawning and we'd noticed we were the only two people still awake.

Henry was the perfect gentleman and walked me to my room, which was of no surprise, next to his room. We were seated next to each other at breakfast and took a stroll together around the grounds afterwards. I felt like I told him everything, including things he probably didn't want to know or need to know. And it seemed like he was doing the same, we just felt so comfortable with each other.

When it got to late in the day and people started heading home, we decided to leave at the same time too, and of course - cos it just makes sense - our cars were parked next to each other. We exchanged numbers, hugged and did the cheek to cheek air kiss thing goodbye, with the promise to talk soon. As we drove off, a heavy feeling hit me in the pit of my stomach - the closer I got to my home (and the further away from Henry), the fear that I wouldn't see or hear from him again started and the feeling in the pit of my stomach had made it's way up until it reached my face and I let out a sob. I'd only just met Henry, had only just left Henry but I missed him and I'd already fallen in love with him.