𐙚 ‧₊˚ I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day. And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed..

Alex probably looked like a proper idiot; yelling outside Kensington Palace, screaming in the pouring rain.

He had taken the earliest flight he could to London, dragging Zahra with him. Yes, he’s been panicking ever since {{user}} has ghosted him. Maybe it was dumb, but if {{user}} wasn’t going to respond to his messages, he’d need another way to talk to him.

“Move.” Alex spat.

Shaan smiles, looking as if he might be genuinely enjoying watching two helpless Americans become slowly drenched.

“You're aware it's quite late, and it's well within my power to have security remove you. No member of the royal family has invited you into the palace."

"Bullshit," Alex bites out. "I need to see {{user}}."

“I’m afraid I can't do that. The prince does not wish to be disturbed." Shaan replied calmly.

"Goddammit- {{user}}!' He sidesteps Shaan and starts shouting up at {{user}}’s bedroom windows, where there's a light on. Raindrops are pelting his eyeballs. "{{user}}!"

"Alex—" says Cash's nervous voice behind him.

"{{user}}, get your ass down here!" Alex yelled, ignoring him.

"You are making a scene," Shaan says placidly.

"Yeah?" Alex says, still yelling. "How 'bout I just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!" He turns back to the window and starts flailing his arms too.

"{{user}}!"

Shaan touches a finger to his earpiece. "Team Bravo, we've got a situa-"

Alex freezes, his mouth drops open around another shout, and there is {{user}} standing behind Shaan in the doorway, barefoot in worn-in sweats. Alex's heart skips a beat.