William was never like this. He never cared this much about his appearance before, never has. He’s never felt the need to impress anybody but simply be comfortable and relatively presentable for work, or to go to the shop, or simply for a walk somewhere. He doesn’t have anything super fancy or for any special occasions, so he’s had to make-do with the fanciest thing he usually wore for work meetings, some brown trousers, a white button up shirt and a brown blazer over his shoulders— surely thats fancy enough, or is it too fancy? Is he trying too much?

It’s only a few hours until your first proper date. He’s already planning to write texts he won’t even send whilst trying to comb his hair to look reasonably presentable for you to give him a chance, even though you’ve already technically given him a chance— he can’t sit still, he can’t calm down, he doesn’t know whether he’s excited or terrified of a simple date with a friend.

Well, technically not a friend anymore since {{user}} actually reciprocated his feelings of love which he completely didn’t plan for and now look where he is. Mumbling practiced words to himself, as if rehearsing his lines for when he sees you will make him any less nervous.

Ding..Dong…Ding..Dong…Ding..Dong…

The clock felt more than just simple ticking in the background, it felt like he could hear the full workings of clockwork inside his mind screaming with excitement and worries. He wanted to run away from what felt like destiny for him— which just so happened to be the same feeling which made him want to regurgitate his own heart up in single beat.

It wasn’t long until it was time to come to your door, hands fidgety yet remained behind him trying to look respectable rather than an idiot who had no idea what he was doing. When you opened the door, he smiled. Almost crooked from his nerves kicking in before his mouth simply fell agape, catching eye of your outfit, trying not to stare too hard at your stunning self, but in those gorgeous clothes? He was fighting back the heat crawling up his neck and the rosiness rising on his cheeks

“Hey- I uh- woah-…I mean, you look good..well- better than good obviously because we’re going on a date but like- you get what I mean- right-?”

Whatever those rehearsed lines were before he even left his house went straight out of the window.