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Drivin' on the right-side road
He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes
And he's got hands that make hell seem cold
Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote
I wish I wrote
“Why do you Americans drive on the right side of the road?” Alex hears Henry mutter as they drive down the highway, their security behind them. Alex turns towards his boyfriend, who looked a little annoyed, and grinned.
“It’s just the superior way of driving, sweetheart. Also, everybody drives on the right side. The question is why do you British drive on the left side?” He cackles.
“Plenty of countries drive on the left side. India, South Africa, Australia.” Henry countered, eyes on the road.
“All former colonies sweetheart. Any country you didn’t terrorize prefer the right side. It’s just better.” Alex grins. Henry scoffs, muttering something about ‘bloody Americans’ which pulls a laugh out of Alex.
Alex relaxes back, head tilting a little to take a look at his gorgeous boyfriend. He was wearing a soft blue sweater, classic Henry if you will. He was wearing sunglasses, both hands on the staring wheel. Alex placed his feet on the dashboard, just taking in the view.
Henry was so beautiful. The man was like a well written poem. Like one of those classic poems Henry loves. Alex wished he knew how to write well, so he could put into words, how exquisite the love of his life is. The man radiated an aura of suave and calmness, as opposed to Alex’s loud and bright world. It just fit together, Henry and him.
“You’re staring, you know?” Henry spoke, a small smirk on his lips. Alex just rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“What I can’t even stare at my boyfriend when he’s looking so damn good? What a world.” Alex scoffs as Henry just laughs, eyes still on the road.
“You can look all you want love. I won’t say a word.” Henry smiles, and Alex can’t help but close his eyes, head resting against the seat, a grin on his own face.
This kind of peace, with just him and Henry, no rush. He had craved it for so long. Now that he had it, he appreciated it even more. The wind blew over Alex’s face, soothing and calming him. Now that the stress machine, known as finals were over, he knew he could relax a little before diving in for the new semester.
“You look so gorgeous in my clothes.” Henry said, as Alex opened his eyes, his grin widening. Alex was wearing one of Henry’s many hoodies, that was a little too big on him.
Alex felt a blush spreading on his cheeks, and he turned away a little, to calm himself down. Even now, these little compliments from Henry made Alex’s heart race. His heart skipped a beat so many times these days that he’s certain his heart might fail one day.
He turned back to look at Henry, because really how he could he look away from Henry Fox for more than a few seconds? He realized that Henry was already looking at him, a soft smile on his face.
“Oh really? Then you won’t complain if I take more of your clothes?” Alex asked, eyebrow raised. Henry just laughed with a small shaking of his head.
“You can have as many of my clothes as you want, darling. You can have all my clothes, if it means I’ll get to see you in my clothes all the time, looking so pretty and cute.” He hummed as Alex blushed even harder, hiding his face in his palms.
“Stop it.” He groans as he hears Henry just laugh, the big hearty laugh that Alex adores.
“But you do look really pretty, darling.” He hums as Alex just hides his face in his hands, trying to hide the blush spreading across his tan cheeks. Before he knows it, Henry grabs one of his hands, from his face, and brings it down, interlacing their fingers together.
“You’re the worst.” Alex groans, trying to look anywhere else but at Henry, and failing miserably. Henry just tightens his hold around Alex’s hand and laughs. He makes Alex feel so much and then just laughs? Stupid Brits and their romantic ways.
“Aw love. I’m sorry for calling you pretty. I’ll just call you cute instead.” Henry teases as Alex just groans again, but a smile stretching across his face betrays him completely.
“You’re pretty cute too.” Alex grins as Henry just laughs, a wide grin that warms Alex’s heart. Alex takes a mental picture, to remember this whenever he wants. Henry being so carefree and so ….. Henry. He loves this man more than anything.
Henry brings their interlaced hands to his lips, and leaves a short kiss there, as they drive across the highway, enveloped in a comfortable silence.
When he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'll go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
They had to leave soon. They were going out for dinner with their friends and they were already sort of a little late. At least Alex would like to believe they were. Henry was taking too long to get ready, or maybe it was just Alex wanting to be on time. Not that his friends would care, they never do. But he wanted to go on time and come home on time so he could just snuggle and do some other not so innocent activities with Henry without falling asleep quickly. They had a couple busy days and this was the first night they were free. Yeah, he’s a sap, sue him.
Alex climbs up the stairs, muttering to himself about what was taking Henry so long. He reached the bathroom and saw Henry fixing his hair, looking absolutely gorgeous. Alex wanted to kiss the life out of him but that would have to wait. Alex leans against the door, arms folded, taking a moment to just take in the beauty of Henry Fox. But alas, he’s Alex, and how could he stay silent?
“Yo, blondie. Pack it up, we have to go.” He announces, as Henry turns towards him, eyebrows raised up, and an amused smile on his face.
“Blondie?” He says, and Alex just shrugs, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Yeah blondie, move it.” He grins, as Henry just laughs, a full Henry kind of laugh. Alex prides himself in making Henry laugh every day. Nothing makes him happier than to see his boyfriend laugh because of something he said.
“Alright, alright. I just have to put on some cologne.” He answers, turning back to the mirror. Alex silently padded over to him, bringing his arm around his boyfriend’s waist, resting his forehead between the shoulder blades. Henry just hummed a little, as he continued getting ready. This domesticity is what Alex adores. The comforting smell of Henry, fills his senses, and lord he just can’t get enough.
“So, how far is this restaurant, love?” Henry asks a few seconds later.
“Like ten miles away.” He answered, as he heard Henry snort a little. Did Alex say something amusing?
“What’s so funny?” Alex asks as he peaks from the side, to look at a teasing smile on Henry’s face.
“You Americans. Never outgrew the imperial system did you?” He teases as Alex just scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Imperial system is just better. What’s wrong with it?” Alex bites back, now standing in front of Henry, glaring at him.
“The whole world uses the standard system. You are one of the few ones who uses imperial system.” Henry sniggers, as Alex just gives him an unimpressed look.
“So? It’s called being better at measurements and stuff.” Alex argues, as Henry just has a teasing look on his face, mixed with some adoration for the short man.
“It’s called having a lacking education, darling.” Henry laughs, as Alex just pushes him aside, huffing and leaving the bathroom. He hears Henry cackle behind him. He smiles as he goes down the stairs, always loving these banters with Henry. He gets a glass of water, as Henry emerges from the staircase, looking absolutely divine as always.
Alex just glares at him, as he turns away to place the cup in the sink. When he turns back, Henry stands in front of him, a cheeky little smile on his face.
“You’re so cute.” Henry hums, as Alex blushes, forgetting about the measurement system conversation. Even after all this time, he loves it when Henry does things like this.
“Well, you’re the worst.” Alex hums, trying not to give up the act. He pulls Henry by his shirt, placing his arms around the taller man’s waist. Henry obliges easily, reciprocating the action.
“Oh yes. I’m the menace in this relationship.” Henry hums and this pulls an actual laugh out of Alex. Henry leans down to place a soft kiss on his lover’s lips, both of them getting lost in the softness of it for a few moments.
“We have to go now, my slightly uneducated American.” Henry whispers, as Alex just groans and pushes him away. Henry just laughs again, as Alex mutters a few curse words, pulling Henry by his hand and dragging him outside.
God, I'm so boring and I'm so rude
Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you
The way you dress and the books you read
I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me
When he's with me
When he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'll go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
Alex drops his bag on the couch, not giving a single fuck about picking it up. Throws off his shoes, reminding himself to pick it up later, as he bounces around the house, looking for Henry.
He walks up the stairs, having checked the whole ground floor for his boyfriend, and stops at the door of their bedroom.
He sees Henry, sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading a book. The scent of his earl grey tea aromatizes the room, wafting the room in it’s scent. David lies on Henry’s side, his head in Henry’s lap. Henry plays with David’s fur, softly petting him as he reads. He was wearing a soft sweatshirt, looking so cute. The view is just so Henry. Henry in his actual state, just relaxing, not a care in the world. Being Henry.
If it wasn’t clear, Alex is obsessed with his boyfriend. Sometimes he feels like he’s going to combust with all this love that he has for Henry. This was one of those moments. Henry looks up, as if sensing his boyfriend’s presence, as a smile adorns the blonde’s face.
“Hi love.” Henry greets as Alex walks over to him, and lies down next to him. He places his head in his boyfriend’s lap, pushing David out a little. David lets out a whine but move nonetheless. Alex brings his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, hugging him, his face pressed against the stomach.
“You alright darling? Did something happen?” Henry asks, and Alex melts at the thoughtfulness a little. Alex pulls back, looking into the blue eyes, staring at him, a little concerned, waiting for an answer.
“Nothing happened. Just missed you.” Alex mumbles as he hugs him again. He feels Henry’s hand now moving through his curls, as Alex hums a little, relishing in the touch.
“I missed you too.” Henry replies, as Alex places a kiss against his stomach, pulling back from the hug, now looking up at his lover. Henry just gently smiles at him, a soft smile that he somehow always has around Alex, and Alex loves it.
Henry picks up his tea from the counter, taking a sip. Alex always teases Henry about tea. Always has, always will. He doesn’t mind it, he in fact loves the fact that Henry’s so British. But what’s life without banter?
“I don’t understand how you drink so much tea. I could never. Coffee is superior.” Alex gags a little, remembering how he tried tea once, under the pressure of his persistent boyfriend, and how he hated it.
“You are so American sometimes, oh God. You and your coffee. And you have no right to judge how much tea I drink. You drink so much coffee I’m worried you’ll die of an overdose someday.” Henry retorts, sipping his tea again, as if to punctuate his point.
“Aw, you worry about me?” Alex teases, as Henry just rolls his eyes, scoffing.
“Of course I worry about you, you heathen. I love you, that’s why.” He laughs, and Alex melts a little. He’ll never get tired of hearing those three words.
“Aw baby, you love me? How embarrassing.” Alex cackles as Henry just pushes Alex off his lap, muttering something about Alex being a menace, but the fond smile on his face betrays him. Alex sits, up against the headboard, grinning at Henry, pure love in his eyes.
“Don’t worry though. I won’t tell anyone about your crush on me.” Alex winks.
“Right. Because the most intimate details of our lives got leaked in the emails, but the fact that I love you got omitted somehow.” Henry deadpanned, but Alex’s grin only widened.
“Exactly sweetheart. You’re getting smarter.” Alex teases as Henry just groans, hitting Alex lightly with his book.
“Ow. Alright alright. I love you too I guess. Even though you drink tea.” Alex grins, as he moves towards Henry, cozying up to him. He places his head on his chest, as Henry brings his arms around Alex, holding him tight. Alex can hear Henry’s heartbeat under him, and it soothes him in a way he can’t even begin to describe.
“Oh yes. How could a lowly tea drinking Brit like me ever expect an American such as yourself to reciprocate my love?” Henry snorts, still holding Alex tight, his face pressed into the familiar curls.
“I really do love you though.” Alex says after a moment, and he feels Henry hold him even tighter, and he feels so warm in his embrace.
“I know. And I love you too, darling. So much.” Henry replies, smiling against Alex’s curls, placing a kiss there.
They just lie there, holding each other, talking about everything and nothing at all.
I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon
But if the conversation ever were to come up
I don't wanna assume this stuff
But ain't it love?
Think I'm in love
When he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'll go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
“Alright love. We’re home.” Henry announces, as he lets go of Alex for a second, trying to open the door. Alex though, tries to climb on Henry’s back, and almost succeeds before Henry turns around, gripping him tight.
“You are so drunk.” Henry sighs fondly, as he helps Alex stumble into the house. He deposits the man onto the couch, as he gets a glass of water for his lover.
“Drink up love.” Henry says while handing Alex the glass of water. Alex takes the cup, looking at it intently, eyes shimmering in fascination.
“Is this tequila?” Alex asks, excitement evident, and Henry chuckles lightly, clearly amused by an intoxicated Alex.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” He answers, as Alex squeals, gulping down the water greedily. After finishing the glass, he hands over the glass to Henry, a pout on his face.
“What happened darling?” Henry asks as Alex pouts even more, looking so adorable that Henry feels like he might die tonight.
“That didn’t taste like tequila.” He whines as Henry laughs, brightly, not being able to control it anymore.
“Don’t laugh at me. You- you are the worst.” He mumbles as he turns away from a very amused Henry.
“Alright Alex. Let’s get you to bed.” Henry announces, as he stands up, but Alex just sinks further into the couch, away from Henry.
“You’re m- mean to me.” He whines again, trying to get away from Henry. Henry wishes he could record it, and he would if he didn’t have to get Alex upstairs. Drunk Alex was the most adorable sight Henry had ever seen. He was so pouty, and clingy, and talkative. Henry adored it.
“I’m sorry love. I won’t be mean now. I’ll carry you upstairs if you want?” Henry offers, knowing Alex will take the bait. He knows Alex loves being carried around, not that he will ever admit it.
“Oooh yay! A ride.” Alex squeals as he takes Henry’s hand, trying to get up. He stumbles a little, but Henry catches him, trying to stifle his laughter. He bends a little, picking Alex up bridal style.
Alex squeals again, bringing his hand around Henry’s neck, burying his face there. Alex’s breath hits Henry’s neck, as he gently carries him upstairs.
“I’m tired Hen.” Alex whines again, as he is placed on the bed.
“I know honey. I’ll just help you get changed.”
“Take off these pants first, I don’t like them.” Alex mumbles, gripping his pants, trying to get them off.
“You’re so American, oh gosh. They’re called trousers.” Henry smiles, like he always does, full of love.
After he helps get Alex changed, he changes himself, hearing Alex mumble something.
“What was that love?” he asks, now sitting on the bed, next to Alex.
“I’m American. Your American.” Alex slurs, as Henry just chuckles, lying down on the bed, bringing Alex close to him, his head laying on Henry’s chest.
“Yes darling. You’re my American. Mine.” He says, as much to Alex as to himself, reminding himself that he gets to call Alex his.
“I love you so much, baby. I’m gonna marry the fuck out of you.” He hears Alex mumble, and Henry’s breath hitches.
In true Alex fashion, he promptly passes out after the statement. Henry feels his eyes getting wet, feeling the love his boyfriend has for him. Henry’s thought about marrying Alex for a while now. He’s glad Alex wants that too.
“I’m gonna marry the fuck out of you too, darling.” He whispers, as he places a kiss into Alex’s curls, hugging him tight, letting himself go to sleep.