Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Alex x Henry: {His Royal Highness} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  Alex had been staying over at Buckingham Palace for a while due to schedule and to kind of just spend time with the royal, cuddling up in his bedroom as they watched what the Brits call 'Telly' and whatever show was on with his dog, David, too.

  Though schedule had been a bit hectic for the Prince who found himself being dragged to many occasions today with Alex for more interviews ever since that parade of rainbows outside the Buckingham Palace. It was easier to walk around now, holding hands like it was nothing, but they still had to be cautious, still having their bodyguards with them for protocol.

  Alex finds himself being squished together on the couch of the very familiar place that they were at upon their first interview with each other.. He feels like he could remember the entire cake falling on them and the statement they had to make that apparently there were many food fights during Queen Victoria - which, Alex never looked it up to see if it was really true, but who cares? They just go by the interview.

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  They first met during the Melbourne Climate Conference back a few years ago, probably somewhere in 2018 or 2019. Well, it wasn't like they hit it off very nicely at first with Alex experiencing his few first ever events as the President's son, and he was pretty nervous while Prince Henry was still grieving his father's death.

  So when they met in 2023, it was a bit annoying to say the least, having a bad impression of each other even if Henry was the prick and thinking badly of Alex from just the things he'd heard about him - though he doesn't hear about it too much since they're all mainly focused on England, of course.

  They lied about way too many things in those interviews, but no one saw through it. Maybe one day someone would finally get the deeper scoop about how they were actually enemies at first. But that day hasn't come yet - and Alex wasn't sure if it ever will be, things like that were just for them to look back at and randomly laugh in the most random moments when their eyes meet and their brains connect.

  At that hospital, however, when he took a glimpse of the Prince smiling as he talked to that little kid. Rambling on about whatever funny story he had in mind or made up about some characters, Alex didn't really pay attention, since all he did was stare for a creepy amount of time before the male looked up, and he immediately sped away.

  They had gotten on better terms when he left England and said a very informal bye. They texted nonstop for the next three months, back and forth and kind of just never stopping. Every second, every minute, every hour, of every day, they would find some free time to then call and text. Their nightly calls had been a usual occurrence, even if Alex felt bad that he was interrupting Henry's sleep, even if he knew the male was an insomniac and couldn't sleep anyway.

  That night at the New Year's celebration party, he knew something was off with the Prince when he suddenly disappeared after witnessing him kiss not one but two random girls, one of which he danced with and one he hadn't even seen at all during the party, but it was whatever.

  It was cold, but he walked along the beach, following the neat footsteps that had been left in the sand - the older ones almost had been faded away with the wind - he easily finds the younger and walks to him, though their distance is about three long steps.

  "God, you're as thick as it gets!" He hears the Prince groans before feeling the soft delicate small hands trace up on his face, cupping it and grabbing his hair, their lips meet, and he feels his own hands almost getting to grab the latter's face before their lips separated - and the Prince runs away like Cinderella at midnight, except much cuter and a bit more heartbreaking than the Disney film.