#verse 003 ⟶ ( turn the page ) 'modern' au / * 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐱 .

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❛❛   no!   ❜❜         he   startles   himself   with   the   shout   and   almost   immediately   his   cheeks   flush   a   bright   pink   as   he   scrambles   to   close   the   notebook   he'd   been   scribbling   away   within   for   the   better   part   of   two   hours   now.   it   was   so   easy   to   get   distracted   when   he   got   started.         ❛❛   oh   god,   i'm   so   sorry.   it's   just   ...   it's   not   finished?   not   even   close   actually.   it's   a   proper   mess   really.   ❜❜            

@alexahndar wanted modern!henry.

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it   wasn't   every   day   that   one   got   a   front   row   seat   to   the   sight   of   a   grown   man   sitting   in   the   middle   of   the   floor   like   a   toddler   (   all   that   was   missing   was   the   massive   meltdown   at   having   dropped   something   ).   as   annoyed   as   he   might   have   been   upon   the   first   splashes   of   coffee,   it   only   got   worse   with   the   second   wave   and   the   tone   that   was   shot   in   his   direction.   henry   came   to   this   coffee   shop   for   peace   and   quiet,   which   was   a   lot   to   ask   from   a   coffee   shop   but   he   could   manage   it,   and   instead   he   got   ...   this.

❛❛   you   got   coffee   on   everything   -   ❜❜         henry   retorts   with   a   roll   of   his   eyes   as   he,   reluctantly,   closes   his   journal   and   reaches   for   the   leather   satchel   that   contained   his   laptop.   while   he   hated   that   his   journal   was   minimally   damaged,   it   would   have   been   worse   had   his   laptop   been   out.         ❛❛   and   it's   not   a   diary.   it's   a   journal,   not   that   i   would   expect   you   to   know   the   difference.   ❜❜  

Alex was having a bad day. He overslept because his alarm didn't go off. His alarm didn't go off because his phone died overnight. His phone died because the power in his building went out last night and didn't come back on until this morning. So when he finally got his phone to turn on, he called his boss to let him know. He's never been late since joining the law firm, but just because he was usually good, didn't mean he didn't have to take the usual punishment of getting the entire firm their first round of coffee.

Usually Alex liked to consider himself a well coordinated person, but with all the mess of the morning, he wasn't as focused as he could be. Of course his phone started to ring just as his hands were full, and he tried to navigate throughout the busy cafe, he didn't see the service dog under one of the patron's chair. The poor pup's yelp echoed through the whole store and Alex did his best to side step to do no further damage, but he stepped right on a used napkin and went sliding across the title floor. It was just like in the movies, watching all the drinks in his hand fly out of his hand, his iced Americano spilling down his white button up, and the rest of his firm's orders splash across the floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." There was nothing he could do for a solid minute but sit on the floor like a toddler, legs out in front of him. It was the sound of an irritated British accent that finally pulled him from his stupor. He raised an annoyed brow in the voice's direction spreading his arms out in front of himself to show the entire mess in front of him.

"Did you actually think I did all of that on purpose? Does your posh little accent prevent you from paying attention to what's going on around you? Alex was... annoyed to stay the least. He slowly stood up, flicking coffee off his hands. He hopped some of it splashed on this guy. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty... did I get a little bit of creamer on your diary...?"

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𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐱. 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳.

though  from  a  prominent  family  with  a  well  to-do  background  in  business,  falling  in  line  had  never  appealed  to  henry.  taking  advice  from  his  father  before  his  death,  henry  stepped  out  of  the  family  shadow  and  started  his  own  journey  by  attending  college  in  the  states  -  eventually  settling  in  new  york  where  he  would  begin  to  work  at  his  passion:  writing.

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henry   wasn't   nervous.   okay   so   that   was   a complete   lie,   he   was.   he   was   so   nervous   that   he   had   to   give   himself   more   than   a   few   pep   talks   before   hitting   the   button   that   would   finally   allow   him   to   actually   call   alex. no more back and forth through dms.   of   course   that   was   the   moment   that   his   sister's   devil   cat   decided   to   pounce   at   his   beloved   jaffa   cakes   so   instead   of   any   'normal'   introduction,   the   first   thing   henry   said   was   a   shouted:         ❛❛   MR.   WOBBLES,   NO!   ❜❜      

@goldenboybarracuda wanted modern!henry.

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❛❛   oh   -   not   as   though   that   was   important   anyway   ...   ❜❜         his   grumbles   were   accompanied   with   the   snatching   of   the   closest   napkin   he   could   find,   quickly   mopping   up   the   spill   of   ...   what   was   that?   coffee?   his   nose   wrinkled   almost   at   once   as   he   dropped   the   now   soiled   napkin   back   onto   the   table   and   picked   up   his   notebook   by   the   edges,   watching   as   several   dark   brown   drops   dripped   down   onto   the   table.   the   pages   inside   weren't   ruined,   necessarily,   but   several   would   definitely   be   stained   now.         ❛❛   do   you   often   throw   your   coffee   at   others?   ❜❜            

@westwingsolo wanted modern!henry.

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henry has the earring in his modern verse, btw.