Classic - A Henry Cavill FanFiction
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My eyes fluttered open and I blinked slowly, squinting at the watery sunshine that was leaking through the bedroom curtains that I'd apparently forgotten to close last night. I exhaled loudly and rolled over onto my back, sitting up in bed and letting out a groan when my head started to spin almost instantly. Oh fuck. I flopped back onto my pillows with a soft thud, all of a sudden realizing that I was lying in bed naked. What the fuck? Had I really gotten so drunk that I couldn't get my pajamas on last night? I never slept naked - at least, not without any underwear on. What on earth happened last night?
I looked up at the ceiling and attempted to run through my thoughts, trying in vain to remember what the hell happened last night. I'd taken a half day at work so that I could pick up Marc and Amy from the airport in the afternoon. I remembered the happy squeals and hugs in the middle of the airport, I remembered driving them back to mine and settling them into my apartment and I remembered Marc's suggestion to go out for dinner and drinks. I groaned out loud - that was obviously where it had all gone wrong.
The smell of cooking bacon began to waft into my room, along with the faint sound of someone moving about in the kitchen. I shook my head - it had to be Marc. He was the only person I knew who never got hangovers, no matter how much he seemed to drink. He could have an entire bottle of whiskey and be absolutely drunk out of his mind and the next day he'd still wake up looking and sounding like he'd just had 10 hours of relaxed, uninterrupted sleep. It was so incredibly unfair. I rolled over and sat up on the side of my bed, memories of drunken nights out with Marc and Amy running through my mind. They all seemed like so long ago. I smiled and let out a heavy sigh when my head started to spin again, instantly wishing that I too, was immune to hangovers.
Trying my best to ignore the headache that was slowly starting to form in my brain, I stood up and slipped on a pair of leggings and my favourite super soft blue jumper. Eyeing the messy pile of last night's clothes that I'd managed to dump at the foot of my bed, I bent down to inspect the mess and noted the huge red stain that now adorned the front of the navy wrap dress I'd been wearing. The memory of Amy spilling her red wine all over me suddenly played in my mind and laughed out loud, now understanding the sleeping naked thing. Of course.
I stood up and ran my fingers through my messy bed hair, walking over to my bedroom mirror to assess the damage. I was surprised to find that my face didn't look too bad - for some unknown reason I always managed to wash my face and take off my makeup before going to bed, regardless of how drunk I was. Although my hair told another story, my bare face certainly didn't look like someone who'd had far too many glasses of wine last night. I pulled my wild slept in waves up into a messy bun and slipped on my glasses in the hope that they'd somehow help my slowly growing headache, deciding that this was as good as I was going to get this morning. Retrieving my phone from last night's purse, I opened my bedroom door and made my way out into the living room, smiling when Kyah came bounding over to me almost instantly.
"Top of the morning to ya!" Marc sang in his best Irish accent, grinning cheerfully as he flipped an egg over on the fry pan. I shook my head and laughed, bending down to ruffle Kyah's furry chest, "Isn't that an Irish saying?". Marc smiled as he took a sip of his coffee, "I dunno. Apart from in the movies, I can't say I've ever heard an Irish person actually say that to me" he replied with a shrug, his voice returning to normal with it's slight Scottish lilt. "How are you feeling?". I smiled as I stood up, glancing at Kyah as she trotted off back to Marc, "Clearly not as good as you" I remarked as I made my way into the kitchen, "My head has certainly felt better that's for sure". Marc grinned and offered me a mug of fresh coffee, "This should help with that". I smiled and took the mug gratefully, plugging in my phone charger and waiting for my dead phone to switch on.
"Amy not up yet?" I inquired as I took a sip of the hot coffee, closing my eyes briefly and savoring the warm liquid. Marc laughed and shook his head as he expertly served bacon and eggs onto 3 plates, "I don't know if she'll be up for a while yet. She didn't get much sleep since she spent most of the night with her head in the toilet". I laughed into my coffee, Marc chuckling at me when I almost spit it out. "It's been a long time since she's drank like that. A very long time". I shook my head and laughed again, glancing down at my phone as it finally switched back on. "I could say the same thing about myself. I barely even remember what happened last night" I admitted with an innocent shrug, grinning when Marc shook his head at me. "I mean I remember everything during the day and then you suggesting we head out for the night" I continued as Marc handed me a plate, "I remember dinner at ten-one-six because I told you guys you had to try their food, and then I remember our bar hopping through the city". Marc nodded as we both sat down at the table, Kyah hovering close by my side with her eyes trained intently on the plate in my hands. "The last place I remember was 'The Black Pearl''. Marc grinned at me through a mouthful of bacon, "Well, you haven't forgotten too much then because that's the last place we went to. And then Amy dropped her wine on you and we decided to call it a night".
I laughed and scooped up a forkful of hot, buttery eggs, my phone suddenly dinging at the same time that the spare bedroom door opened. Marc and I both turned towards the door, the two of us struggling not to laugh as someone who used to resemble our friend Amy emerged. I opened my mouth to greet her but was quickly silenced when Amy held up a threatening finger, her normally perfect blonde hair looking like a birds nest on top of her head. "Not a word from you two. I am NEVER going out with you guys again". Marc let out a throaty laugh and stood up from the table, heading into the kitchen to get Amy a much needed coffee. "Aw come on babe, you know that's not true at all" he exclaimed as Amy flopped down onto the couch and buried her head in the pillows, "I think you just need to remember what happens when you drink red wine". Amy made a lurching sound in the pillows as if the mention of wine was going to make her throw up again, rolling over onto her back and letting out an exhausted moan. "I'm never drinking again". Marc let out another laugh as he walked over to her with the fresh mug of coffee, bending down to kiss her forehead and handing her the mug, "Here you go love". Amy flashed him a sad, i-love-you-but-i'm-dying-inside smile and took the mug gratefully, closing her eyes and putting a pillow over her face.
I chuckled and turned back to my breakfast, already starting to feel better from the food. My phone let out another ding from its charging spot on the kitchen bench and I frowned wondering who would be messaging me on a Saturday morning. "Marc, do you mind bringing my phone over for me please?" I asked, figuring that I must have drunk messaged Ash or Jayde and they were now asking how I was this feeling this morning. I fed Kyah a small piece of bacon from my plate and chuckled when she moved even closer to me, her head practically resting on my thigh underneath the table. "Come and eat something babe, it might make you feel better" Marc said to Amy as he returned to the table and handed me my phone, "I made your favourite eggs". I thanked Marc just as Amy let out another sullen groan, feeding Kyah another piece of bacon as I opened up my phone.
My eyes widened and I felt like my body was suddenly frozen in place, letting out a silent breath as I read Henry's name on the screen. Oh no. Please God tell me I didn't drunk dial Henry Cavill! Marc, having noticed my suddenly frozen expression, nudged me underneath the table with his foot. "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly look like you've been shot?". Ignoring his question and willing myself to remain calm, I forced myself to open the message and held my breath as the words appeared on the screen.
Good Morning! Looks like you had a pretty big night last night love. Guessing you aren't feeling too great today? H x
I felt my stomach drop instantly. How did he know that I went out last night? Still holding my breath I quickly checked my call history, my chest deflating with relief when I saw that I'd made no drunken calls to anyone, let alone Henry. Oh thank God. "Hello, B?" Marc said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts as he nudged me under the table again, "What happened? What was that face for?". I opened my mouth to explain just as Amy popped her head up from the couch, holding out her phone towards Marc and I. "Jesus B I look like an absolute mess on your insta story. Did you really have to post that?" Amy asked with a groan, "You look like you're happy drunk and I look shit-faced".
I let out a laugh and opened my Instagram to investigate, not understanding what she was talking about - I remembered posting a few photos from last night but nothing of drunk Amy. Marc snickered as I flicked through the photos, a video of Amy and I dancing and drunkenly 'cheersing' our drinks suddenly playing on the screen. "I was the one that filmed and posted that babe, not B" Marc exclaimed with a cheeky grin, earning a dagger glare from Amy which only made him smile more, "And you still look beautiful even when you're shit faced". Amy let out another groan and I laughed when Marc winked at her, it suddenly occurring to me that Instagram is how Henry would have known about me going out. I shook my head and laughed, trying not to be mortified that Henry Cavill - who had just asked for my number, had witnessed a video of tipsy me.
Marc nudged me with his foot again just as Amy wandered over to the table. "What?" I asked as Amy sat down beside me, her expression looking like she couldn't decide whether the sight of food made her want to eat or throw up again. "What were you looking at before that made you look like you were going to be sick?". Amy made a tiny lurching noise at the mention of being sick, picking up her coffee mug and taking a tiny sip. I shook my head, "It was nothing, just thought I drunk dialed someone last night". Marc raised a curious eyebrow, clearly not convinced with my answer. "Why would that matter?" he asked, tilting his head, "Who did you think you drunk dialed?". Not having a quick response ready, I shook my head feigning innocence. Marc's eyes burned into my face and I could feel my resolve quickly slipping, trying my best to ignore him by turning back to my phone. I could feel Amy looking at me too now, the both of them clearly clued into the fact that I was hiding something from them. I let out a loud sigh knowing that I'd have to tell them both or they wouldn't stop, my resolve finally crumbling as I looked back up at them both. "Alright alright!" I exclaimed loudly, no longer able to deal with them both looking at me like that. Marc grinned sheepishly and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at me intently as he waited for me to speak. I rolled my eyes and put my phone down flat on the table, shifting in my chair and looking at the two of them. "I wasn't planning on telling you because I still can't really believe it myself. But, since I know you two aren't going to let this go" I explained, pausing momentarily to inhale deeply, "I've met somebody".
"I can't believe you guys are making me watch this" I said as I shifted on the couch, Kyah letting out an annoyed groan at her disturbed position at my feet. "I can't believe you weren't going to tell us that you had a date with Henry Cavill!" Amy shot back from her spot on the adjacent couch with Marc, shaking her head incredulously as she looked from me to the TV and back again. I rolled my eyes at turned back to the TV, just in time to see Henry's gorgeous face appear on the screen beside Tom Cruise's. After I'd dropped the bomb that I had met - and had an upcoming date with Henry Cavill at breakfast this morning, Amy and Marc had stared back at me in shock before proceeding to inundate me with questions about him. I'd shared the entire story - from Kal almost knocking me over in the park to him asking me for my number, the two of them now understanding exactly why I'd been momentarily terrified that I'd drunk dialed someone. It had taken at least an hour for them both to come to terms with it, Amy then continuing to ask me questions about Henry for the rest of the day. Since it was Marc and Amy's last day in London and they were leaving tomorrow, we'd ended up going into the city and spent the day doing all of the typically 'touristy' type things.
Later in the day Amy and I left Marc at home to go to the supermarket for dinner supplies, deciding that after last night's efforts, dinner and a movie at home was the plan for tonight. We'd returned home to find that Marc had searched for Henry on my Netflix and had the latest Mission Impossible loaded and ready to play on my living room TV. Settling down onto the couches after dinner, were now watching Henry in all his glory alongside Tom Cruise's famous spy character Ethan Hunt. "I've already explained why I didn't want to tell you guys" I replied looking at Amy and then back to the screen, letting out a silent laugh at the sight of Henry with a moustache. After seeing him in person with a perfectly chiseled, clean shaven jaw line, the facial hair just looked wrong. I grinned to myself - wrong, but certainly not at all bad. Mmmm.
"Yes and I think that's bullshit. How could you not tell us, out of all people" Amy responded before taking a sip from her mug of tea, "As if we'd be anything but happy for you". I shook my head, "It's not that I think you wouldn't be happy" I replied taking a sip from my own mug, "It's more that its him and I don't know if it will even actually go anywhere. I mean, come on guys, it's Henry freaking Cavill. It's Superman!". Amy shrugged, "So what? And why wouldn't it? You're amazing B, any guy would be lucky to have you. He might be a superstar celebrity but he's still just a guy". I exhaled deeply, "I don't think you understand what I'm saying Ames". Amy opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Marc. "I don't really care who he is B, I care that you're happy" he interjected, forever sounding like a protective older brother, "And seeing you talk about him this morning, you're clearly very happy about it". I scoffed, "I've met him twice, and it's Henry Cavill. Have you seen how god damn gorgeous the man is? What girl wouldn't be happy?" I retorted, gesturing to the TV screen and stifling another grin at the sight of Henry's moustache. Marc shook his head, "That's not what I mean. The point is, you're happy. It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like the way you did this morning B. At least not since Will--". His words were cut off as Amy elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him abruptly.
"Marc!" Amy hissed, her voice a whisper but still loud enough for me to hear, scolding Marc for mentioning him. I shook my head and flashed them a small smile, "It's fine Amy. It's okay". I let out a breath as the mention of his name brought memories flooding back, reaching down to pat Kyah and ignoring the feeling of the small lump in my throat. "I'm sorry B, I didn't mean to--". I turned back to Marc and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's fine Marc, really. No need to apologize. It's been over a year, it hurts a lot less than it used to". I smiled as Marc offered me a small, apologetic smile and Amy mouthed the word 'sorry', the three of us turning back to the TV in silence. I sucked in a silent breath and exhaled slowly, reminding myself that it was a long time ago and that it didn't matter anymore - there was no room in my mind or my heart for any of that anymore. The mention of his name no longer brought me to tears like it had initially, no longer did it feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest all over again. It was different now, now it just felt like an empty hole, an ache that was slowly, slowly, fading. I knew it would be gone eventually, a distant memory that one day I wouldn't feel anymore. As I looked back at the screen, Henry's face appearing once again, brooding, handsome and utterly gorgeous - even with the addition of a moustache, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it would go because of him.
I smiled down at my phone as Belle's Instagram story played on the screen, photos from her weekend flicking by. There were several photos of her and her friends out sight seeing from yesterday - pictures of them shopping on Oxford Street, going up on the London Eye and out the front of Buckingham Palace, and photos from earlier today of her saying goodbye to her friends as they departed at the airport. The pictures flicked to a video of Kyah running around at the park with a local border collie that I often saw when I was out with Kal, the story then ending with a selfie Belle had posted 45 minutes ago. It showed her at home on the couch wrapped snugly in a soft looking charcoal coloured blanket, a mug of tea in her hands and a book on her lap, a stunning smile on her face as she looked at the camera.
I stared in awe at the photo on the screen, taking in her soft green eyes behind the black framed reading glasses, the faint sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks and the wide, happy smile on her face. Belle was absolutely gorgeous, everything about her was, and the more I looked at the photo the more I realized just how much I was looking forward to our date on Tuesday. It had been a long time since I'd asked a girl on a date - and even longer since I'd had a steady girlfriend, and though I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about anything moving that quickly, there was just something about Belle that made it impossible not to. I'd only met her twice and yet I felt completely enthralled by her already, unable to help my smile every time her name appeared on my phone. I couldn't wait to take her to dinner, wanting desperately to spend time with her and find out more about her. I breathed out loudly and looked back at the photo, suddenly wishing I was there with her now.
All of sudden the picture of Belle was replaced by an incoming call from my manager Dany, Kal rousing from his afternoon nap at the sound of my ringing phone. "Good afternoon Dany" I spoke after pressing the answer button, "How are you?". "Not bad love, but I do have a slight problem for you". I frowned, "Is everything okay? What's happened?". I heard Dany sigh on the other end of the phone, "They want you back in Hungary for some reshoots". I'd been flying between London and Hungary for the last few months while filming The Witcher, and had come back last week for a much needed rest after non stop filming since the New Year. They'd originally told me that I could have two weeks at home before heading back over for more filming. That apparently, was no longer the case. I exhaled deeply and leaned back against the kitchen bench already knowing what Dany was about to say, looking over at Kal as he dozed peacefully on his bed by the back door. "I know they said they were going to give you the two weeks off but they've unfortunately changed their mind. Lauren wants you back earlier, she said they need another few days to be up to date with the film schedule".
I smiled at the mention of Lauren, the writer behind the series. She was an outgoing, bubbly personality, one of those people that it was impossible to be mad at. If Lauren was saying that she needed me back earlier, I knew it must have been for a good reason. She wanted the series to be absolutely perfect and knowing her, she'd probably had a new idea for a scene we'd already shot. "You can discuss another break when you see her again" Dany continued, the noise of her tapping on a keyboard sounding in the background of the call. I nodded, "So when do they need me back?" I asked, already thinking about what I needed to pack for Kal. "They want to start filming tomorrow morning" Dany answered, still tapping on her keyboard. I groaned silently, realizing that this meant I'd be on a flight out tonight. "Until when?". "Thursday, Friday at the latest". I cleared my throat and frowned, "So that means I can't take Kal with me?".
Wherever possible, Kal accompanied me on almost all of my trips away shooting. Travelling overseas however, meant that Kal had to go through quarantine before being allowed into another country - a process that could sometimes take up to a week. While it was okay for longer periods of shooting, it meant that bringing him on short overseas trips was essentially pointless. There was no point in going through the potentially long, drawn out process and having him stuck in quarantine for the entire trip, so short trips away meant that I had to call Sam, my regular dog sitter to look after him while I gone. "If you're only going to be gone until Thursday or Friday, I don't think it would be a good idea to bring him" Dany replied, her voice echoing my thoughts. "Okay, so what time is my flight?". "I'm in the middle of booking for you now love. Would you prefer later tonight or early tomorrow morning?". "Tonight thanks Dany. Is there anything?". A minute later I was booked on a 12.05am flight to Budapest, my phone call with Dany ending moments later. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at my watch - I had less than 7 hours before I had to be at the airport for my flight, and I still had to find someone to watch Kal, pack my things and head to the gym for a last session.
I picked up my phone to call Sam, it suddenly occurring to me that I also had to call Belle - I wouldn't be around for our date on Tuesday. Disappointment clouded my thoughts as I realized I'd need to reschedule and it would be even longer until I got to see her again. I let out a loud, frustrated breath, hating the fact that I was starting whatever this could be out on a bad note. What if she said she didn't want to reschedule? What if she decided it would all be too difficult? I shook my head in annoyance and unlocked my phone, tapping on Sam's name and flopping down on the couch as the phone began to ring. Her voicemail picked up after a couple of rings, her bouncy voice explaining that she was currently away in Spain on a holiday and would be back at the start of May. Fuck. I hung up the phone and let out another frustrated breath, remembering that she had in fact told me that she'd be going away when she'd last looked after Kal.
As if he could sense that I was stressed, Kal got up from his bed and padded over to me, sitting loyally at my feet and resting his head on my thigh. I smiled and stroked his fluffy head, wondering who to call to look after him. Simon was my only brother that was close by and would be capable of looking after Kal, but I knew he'd been ridiculously busy with work so he wouldn't be an option. I hated putting Kal in kennels - the last time I did he was sad and moody for weeks, and it was unlikely that the one kennel I would consider would have availability given the last minute notice. I needed him to go to someone that would keep him busy and walk him every day, someone that I knew could handle the big bear.
I opened contact list to try my friend Ben as a last minute hope, my phone suddenly dinging with the alert of a new message. Belle. The smile was on my face in an instant - we'd been sending messages back and forth throughout the day and she'd just responded to my last message, along with a photo of a sleeping Kyah stretched out on the couch on top of Belle's legs.
Do you think this means I'm stuck on the couch for the rest of the night then?
I chuckled at the photo and immediately went to respond, an idea all of sudden hitting me. I needed someone who would walk Kal, keep him busy, and more importantly, knew how to handle big dogs. Who would be better at that than a vet? Before I could even think about the enormity of what I was asking, I found myself pressing the call button beside her name and listening to the phone dial. Four rings later, the gorgeous girl I'd been unable to stop thinking about, answered my call. "Hello Henry?"
