Royalty // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 13: Love me goodbye

I would just like to point out that I am from the UK and the legal age of being able to consent to sex is 16. Harry is not underage. All the love x  

Louis's POV

I was so nervous by the end of the ball that I think Harry noticed how sweaty my palms were. We were slow dancing to one of my favourite classical pieces, 'Nuvole Bianche' by Ludovico Einaudi. I thought it was quite ironic following my conversation with Lottie at the start of the night and what was waiting for us upstairs.

Lottie may or may not have shared a story Harry used to tell Gemma when he was younger. Around fourteen, he expressed his idea of a perfect date during an evening meal his sister had taken him to. He described the night as he would hope it to happen, and I tried to match each detail that I could.

He wanted to attend a private pool in order to be in the water naked but not have anyone else around. I smiled to myself when Lottie told me, thinking that it fitted the Harry I knew perfectly. I wasn't surprised that he would opt for that instead, as he was too scared to go skinny dipping in the ocean.

He also told her that he would want to go all the way that night. That he wanted his boyfriend to know how to set up the night to tell him indirectly what was going to happen. I did think about all the times we had spent in the indoor pool of the palace, but soon came to the conclusion that Mother and Father would be incredibly mad if they had to drain and refill the entire thing to rid the water of their son's cum.

Lastly, he wanted his first time to be to the very song we were slow dancing to. So, I made it happen. Roman had slipped me the key earlier that night when Harry excused himself to go to the restrooms. It opened a door on the top floor of the house, opposite end of the corridor to the twin's playroom. It was a huge room that had been fitted with a state-of-the-art jacuzzi and incredibly comfy double bed. Roman told me that he even managed to find some rose petals to decorate the bed, and that he would set up the music for when he saw us leave.

I nodded towards Roman and he understood perfectly, pulling out his phone and fiddling with a few things. I kissed Mother's cheek goodnight, and shook Father's hand as a formality, before leading Harry upstairs.

As we approached the door, he was clearly confused, but I smirked as I unlocked it to usher him inside. It was perfect. His jaw dropped at the sight and I gave everything a quick glace to ensure we had everything we were going to need. Harry was speechless and I closed the door before throwing the key on the side and wrapping my arms around him from behind.

Harry span around, placing both hands either side of my face before he smashed our lips together. He caught me by surprise to start with, but I soon melted into his touch and he pulled away to say a quick thank you.

I wandered over to the cabinet, pulling out two towels and pretending to look for something else. Harry questioned what I was doing, and I suddenly froze, forgetting that I already had an excuse planned.

"Roman forgot to put our trunks in here."

Harry smiled and assured me that it was alright, even offering to fetch us some. God he was adorable, but I was sticking to the plan. I strutted towards him slowly, bringing my hands under the shoulder pads of his blazer and unhooking the fabric from his body. I let the garment fall to the floor as I attempted to look as innocent as possible.

"We could always just not wear them?" I whispered seductively as his breathing hitched and I tugged at the hem of him shirt. "Off."

He complied immediately, studying me with lustful eyes as I did the same. Once down to just our underwear, I watched as he began to tease. He hooked his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down slowly to allow my eyes access down the part of his toned v-line that was previously covered. I felt myself twitch. Shit.