FNaF William Afton x Henry (Discontinued Draft)

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Happy one year anniversary to this book LMAO.

I kind only just realised like today that it's a year and two days old and I haven't even got a second part out, so fecking whoops.

A lot has happened, but I'm a bit more back into FNaF since my boyfriend's visit which I'm glad about.

^^^I created a whole new look for the William I play so here's how you can imagine him now! ^^^

Anyway without further ado, let's get a second chapter out, eh?

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After the long few minutes of persisting before the eventual giving up from the British entrepreneur, Henry stared at the drunk opposite him though his head stayed low.
His blush had subsided and he tucked some stray hair behind his ear to make himself more orderly in such a disorderly place. Why he even decided to come here was completely beyond him but he was kind of glad in a way.

He quickly looked down and did up the button that William had undone as the latter slumped into the seat almost as if he were sulking about not being able to have his way with the American on the bar, then and there.
Andrew shook his head with a quick apology to Henry before nudging his friend in an attempt to get him to talk. William took that and ran with it. He would have to work for this man but he knew it was worth it.

The Brit cleared his throat over the loudness of their surroundings as the bartender retreated to do his job. This caused Henry to glance up through his thick lashes and raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"My... apologies for just then." The purple wearing man spoke, his apologetic tone soft as he swayed and paused throughout, trying to keep himself as sober as the alcohol in his system would let him.

Henry responded with a nod, a small and quiet dismissal of the previous actions. "So, what are you doing here?" William repeated in a more engaged way instead of the flirty way he was using.
"W-well..." Came the stuttered Americans voice. "...it was the first b-bar I saw while on my way...t-to my apartment... I kinda... just moved in, if you couldn't tell..."

"Well your accent certainly did give it away." William smiled, leaning his elbow on the bar and his head on his hand for support, as much as it was not working. "I...would have a much, much, MUCH...better conversation with you...sober..." He admitted, a light laugh erupting from the pink lips in a slurred manner. Henry couldn't help but return that smile with quiet giggle in an agreeing way. "Well, if you're still interested, maybe you should give me a call." The Brit spoke in his flirty tone, struggling to slip his wallet out of his pocket in order to pull out a Fazbear card with his number on it.
Andrew then intervened, handing Henry a card that resembled the ones William carried around, so he didn't watch the drunk fall on the floor as he performed his act of gaining a friend.
Henry took the card, nodding to the bartender as William slipped into a stare after putting his wallet back. Henry felt his face grow dark once again as he looked up from the card to see the stare that he was being given. The sunken blue eyes staring him down with a thick cloud of something he couldn't make out.

With a glance at his watch, the American jumped out of his seat, unintentionally giving a small fright to the drunk opposite him. "I-I'm sorry..! I have t-to get going...! I have a work interview tomorrow and I can't be late..." He spoke with an apologetic but urgent tone. William waved his hand dismissively, getting up with a bit of a struggled before taking Henry's hand gently. "I hope you do get that job, sweetheart." He smiled, placing a small peck on the latters knuckles.

Henry's face reddened as he slowly took his hand back, waving at both him and the bartender before rushing out.
William watched until he was out of sight before slumping back onto the barstool, of course, almost falling off. "Deary me, Andrew. I believe I'm in love!" He exclaimed, his eyes darting to look at the workman behind the bar. "You say that about almost everyone before you take them to bed." His friend said with the roll of his eyes and a chuckle. He excused himself to take some orders as William began day dreaming about the man that had left.

Something about this other man intrigued him. More so than the other men and women he took home on the other nights after his stressful work days. "Henry..." William repeated, his accent was glazed over by a coat of desire. He shook off this feeling however and spend five full minutes, struggling to remove his wallet from his trousers once again. He dropped a ten and a twenty on the bar, knocking on the table top until he saw Andrew acknowledging the money.

And with a wave, the British man stumbled out of the bar, tripping his way back home, the thought of Henry's seemingly perfectly sculpted face haunting his vision.

Upon arriving home, William kicked one of his shoes off, falling against the wall as it refused to come off without a bit of resistance. "Bloody hell..." He grumbled, limping to the couch and slumping onto it before throwing his leg up onto his other leg and pulling the shoe, not bothering with laces.
Eventually he got it off but of course ended up struggling with the other shoe for the same amount of time.

The Brit then slipped his tie off before getting up with a sway in his movements, throwing it to the back of the couch as he made his way to the kitchen. Despite the time that he couldn't even attempt to read, he began brewing himself a mug of coffee. Except, he only managed to put in just milk and sugar before a yawn slipped past his lips and the sudden heaviness of his eyes urged him to head to bed.

Stumbling, William left the mug and began pulling his shirt over his head instead of simply unbuttoning it as he ran into a few walls, making his way towards his room.

He went about stubbing his toes a large quantity of times as well as running into furniture and walls but eventually had gotten into the large room. William dropped his shirt to the floor and himself on the bed. He closed his eyes, his mind swirling as he attempted to push past the dizziness to fall asleep. Once it finally subsided, a long 10 minutes later, the franchise owner dipped into a deep sleep, his thoughts continuously reminding him of Henry as the man flooded his dreams.

Tomorrow was and still is another day.

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Sorry for the delay and much shorter chapter. I hardly do any other hobby but draw and watch YouTube at this point. Lifes going a bit RUFF yah know?

I don't have to explain it, you're just here for the sorry, understandably!

Art up top is by me, if you wanna catch up on any of my other drawings my Instagram is:
@ChaoticDadd
I've improved a lot you see-

Anywhomst!
Hope you enjoyed this part and I'll see you in the next one!