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runawayolives · 4 years ago

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Best friend's little sister. Part 1.

This is a fic about Henry during the filming of the Tudors and up. There might be flashbacks or flasforwards. If there are, they will be indicated in the tittle.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Henry was sitting in front of a Terminal at Jersey's airport, excited to start filming this new show he had gotten a role for.

He was playing Charles Brandon for a show named The Tudors, and he couldn't be more eager.

He took his phone out and sent a message to a childhood friend who lived near London, remembering he had offered a room to him for when he came.

Will, hey mate, I'm at the airport, see you in around two hours.

He waited for some time for the reply.

H, I'm not home, I'm on a business trip.

Y/N is there, and I'll be back in a week.

Y/N was William's younger sister. They all went to Stowe together, and they were close friends. Henry never spoke too much to Y/N. She was his friend's younger sister, but he never thought of her like that. For Henry, Y/N was one of the cool girls at Stowe.

She was extremely grunge when they were teens. She was sassy and sarcastic, but also extremely nice to people. She had that "rock player" persona. Long messy hair and several rings on her fingers.

She had a knack of breaking the schools dress code. For having too many rings or for wearing doc martens instead of the required shoe. She also enjoyed proving teachers wrong and having extremely challenging questions.

When Henry started bartending, Y/N was working at a Guitar store and volunteering at concerts. They worked in the same bar for a few months. Henry served the tables and Y/N helped the teens that had a gig there with their instruments.

Y/N Y/S/N was the coolest teen he had ever met. Last time William spoke about her, she had gone to college to study industrial engineering, something she had always liked.

Apparently, in America, she had met four other guys that played instruments and had started a band.

Henry had bought two of the CD's they had released, for several reasons. He enjoyed rock music, and Y/N had become an even more attractive adult.

To say he had a crush on her was an understatement. He had liked her since he was sixteen, and he was still smitten.

He remembered that she never gave a damn when someone teased her for hanging with "Fat Cavill." She would just ignore them and keep explaining a new rugby game plan she had seen on the latest match.

Henry lived for those moments, when her eyes would shine explaining how a team had won the game from that Saturday afternoon. She only spoke to him about rugby, but he couldn't have cared less.

She would always engage in friendly conversation whenever he was at her house to do homework with Will. When he got the role of Stephen in I find the castle, she had congratulated him and said:

"I can finally say I'm friends with a celebrity."

Henry couldn't remember a time he had blushed so hard. When he got home after finishing the project with Will, he still had read ears. All of his brothers teased him endlessly because of his major crush.

No one was supposed to find out. He was telling his mom about a small concert Y/N had done at a bar, and by the way his eyes glinted, she could tell what was going on.

She had asked Henry quietly in the laundry room, making sure no one heard. Henry's face turned bright red while he was trying to deny it. He gave up after he felt his face burning hot. He couldn't lie to his mom, not even to save his life.

Marianne got excited and told Colin, who then let it slip when he was talking to Charlie during breakfast one day. Charlie, obviously, said in front of everyone during dinner that night.

Henry was worried, knowing he was going to embarrass himself when he saw her. He didn't know if he was excited or scared that he was going to spend a whole week with his crush. He wanted to spend time with her, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to function like a human around her.

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Henry payed the taxi driver and stood in front of the Victorian house. The walls were a dark green, and the detail were black. The whole place screamed Y/N, Wich made him more nervous. It had a Bates Motel kind of vive, which made him chuckle. Y/N was a sucker for Hitchcock, and he could tell she still enjoyed his films.

He went up the steps and knocked on the door, eager to see his friend? Where they friends?

He didn't have time to answer before the door swung open. Y/N looked just like in her music videos and pictures. The difference was that now she looked more homey. She was wearing an old AC/DC shirt with blue jeans. Her hair was messy just like he remembered, and it trailed down her back. What had changed was that she was wearing glasses.

She smiled warmly at him, opening the door a bit more.

"Mr. Cavill, come in." Henry laughed gently, and crossed the doorway.

"You havent changed at all, Y/N." She smiled warmly at him. The house had a nice smell. A mix between firewood and clean clothes.

She extended her arms, leaning in for a hug. Henry was shocked for some moments. It took him a while for him to realize that he had a chance to hug her back.

It felt weird, but at the same time comfortable. Henry towered over her easily. He was a head taller than her, and he wasn't complaining. He patted her back, and placed his chin on her head. Once they separated, Y/N fixed her glasses.

"I wasn't really expecting this." Henry furrowed his eyebrows, and Y/N chuckled. "Hen, you're hot." God, he was blushing again.

Y/N turned around, and indicated for him to follow her. "Come, I'll show you the house.

After the small tour and leaving his bags in the guest room, Henry and Y/N went I to the kitchen. Y/N opened the fridge, taking a few things out.

"I was planning on making a chicken salad, but you can have something else." Henry shook his head.

"Chicken salad sounds great."

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They made dinner and sat down on the dining room.

"Congrats on the mysterious role." Henry looked down at his plate, a small smile grazing his lips.

"Thanks, I'm very excited." Y/N nodded. She knew how much Henry liked acting, ever since he was a teenager. "What about you? Your band is getting big." Y/N smiled gently.

"Yes, our manager wants us to go on a tour around the states next summer." Henry hummed, impressed by the fast progress.

"Wow, that sounds big." Y/N swallowed some food.

"Yes, that's what Harold is saying." Henry scrunched his eyebrows. "Harold is our manager." He hummed, placing some food in his mouth. "What's the show about?"

"It's about Henry VIII." Y/N rose her eyebrows.

"Don't tell me you're going to portray the wife butcherer." Henry laughed. Y/N always had funny ways of reviewing history, giving everyone funny nicknames and songs about what their did.

"Nope, I'm Charles Brandon." Y/N laughed, taking a sip from her glass of water.

"I don't know if that's improvement or not." The mischievous glint in her eyes made Henry remember all the times she would tease her younger brothers. "When do you start filming?"

Henry looked down at his watch, checking the date on it. "Two days." Y/N hummed.

"I'm going to guess you're super excited." Henry nodded. Y/N was so easy to talk to. He had forgotten that during his mental breakdown before he came.

Y/N's eyes still held that small welcoming essence like before, but also and intelligent look. Her eyes glinted, as if she knew something someone didn't, or had figured something sooner than the others.

Quan they finished dinner, Henry helped Y)N with the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. During that time, they shared small childhood stories.

"And remember that guy Corey liked, but he was too shy to talk to him, do you needed to ask for his phone number?" Y/N nodded, turning around to face Henry.

"But the guy was super straight, so he though the phone number was for me and tried to ask me our?" Henry nodded, both of them erupting in laughter.

"He had that horrible fake American accent, and only wore flannels with jeans, no matter the weather." Henry remembered.that guy perfectly. Corey would never shut up about him, and Y/N would tease Corey about his crush.

After cleaning the kitchen, they went into their separate bedrooms. Henry tossed and turned for some time, still not believing he was going to live with Y/N for a week. He took his phone out and texted Corey.

Mate, I'm with Y/N. Don't know what to do.

Corey was soon to answer.

What do you mean?

Henry texted back.

I'm living with my teenage crush, I don't know what to do.

Does Y/N not have mirrors in her house?

Henry, you're hot, she's hot. I don't know why you two aren't married yet or something.

You're weird.

Don't try to deny it, hotshot.

Thank you, I guess.

Night

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