Runaway || Louis Partridge x Reader

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(Y/N)'s POV.

I bend down and try to shake the unconscious boy awake.
"Flynn, Flynn come on, wake up." I panic when I see the big wound on his head, caused by the bottle that flew into his face right when he opened the door. I tear off a piece of my gown and wrap it around the peacefully sleeping boy's head, almost immediately stopping the bleeding. With my hand on his his soft cheek, not wanting to leave his side, I angrily look around to see what son of a bitch threw the bottle.

Found him.

A bulky, 6 feet tall and drunk man, followed by other intimidating men, makes his way to us. That's when I notice that the singing in the what appears to be a pub has stopped. I gulp, my mind already making up terrifying scenarios of what could happen now.

The man clears his throat, signalling that he's about to talk. I'm on the verge of tears, scared of what could happen to me and the boy I love-- like, I mean. Obviously.

"Oh luv, I'm so sorry of what happened to you and your boyfriend." The man whispers in a scottish accent, with a lovely smile on his face.

I look up super confused. This is clearly not what I expected. "Uh--thanks?" Noticing my confusion the man carries on talking.

"OHH my bad, my darling, that is so impolite of me. I'm sorry for not introducing. My name is Björn and these are my mates Patrick, Fionn, Oisin and Cillian. Say hello boys." Björn grins and motions to the other men, who also have a friendly grin on their face now.

"Nice to meet you, but my friend is kind of dying down there." I awkwardly stand up and dust off my gown, waiting for someone to help.

The orange haired one, who was introduced as Oisin steps forward. "I deeply apologize. Stupid Fionn -- I'm sorry Fionn -- threw his bottle, because he thought it was his wife, coming to pick him up. Fionn go ahead and apologize." The man who looks about 50 explains, also in a scottish accent.

My overwhelmed self looks up to Fionn. "I'm sorry, but I'm sure he'll be fine. My wife always wakes up 10 minutes after." The man pouts and walks back quietly to the bar, only to return with wide eyes and a large piece of paper clutched in his hands.

"Mates it's her." Fionn yells in excitement, punching Oisin in the back. "What do you mean mate ?" Cillian laughs, also getting excited.

I blend out the conversation and kneel down to Flynn to check up on him. The poor boy still hasn't woken up. He'll be fine I think. If I could switch positions with Flynn I would do it right away, because having grown up men yelling at you in a scottish accent, while acting like children is pretty energy draining.

I zone back out of my thoughts only to see them stare at me with wide eyes, passing around the large piece of paper. Björn stomps towards me and holds it right next to my face.

"I told you, it must be her."

"No, her nose is way smaller in the drawing."

"Shut up Patrick, that's mean."

"Sorry."

"But look at it, it is her---"

"CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON ?" Being fed up with all the nonsense I rip the paper out of Björn's Hand. My eyes go wide reading the headline and staring at the drawing. A drawing of me. How did this spread so quickly ? My dad is mental--

"You. You are the missing princess --- you are freaking (Y/N) - HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE." Oisin screams and bows, making everybody else bow for me too.

I sigh and put a finger on my mouth. "He will to hear it if you don't quiet down." Staring at them angrily, I point to the still passed out brown haired boy.

"Why can't your boyfriend know ? And why aren't you going back to the kingdom ? The king is eagerly searching for your highness." Björn asks curiously, while offering me a seat and a drink.

I turn down the offer and clear my throat. "First of all, you can call me (Y/N). He's also not my boyfriend, we both are running away from forced marriages. I know that they are searching for me, that's why I'm hiding. Please don't tell the guards that I'm here -- I have some money I can offer you in return." Overshearing isn't the best idea , but it keeps them from asking me more questions.

"Oh darling we won't tell them a word." Oisin grins.

I gratefully look back down to Flynn, only to see him fully awake and staring at everyone with wide eyes. Oh my-- I hope he didn't hear anything I said.

"Hey Eugie." I whisper. He glances at me, immediately relaxing after seeing a familiar face. "Hello beautiful." He smiles and holds on to me to stand up, while I'm trying to hide my blush.

"Totally not your boyfriend..." Patrick starts humming and winks at me. As a response I flip him off, praying that Flynn didn't hear it.

"Do you guys need somewhere to stay ? We have a hidden room in the basement. Even if the guards would come - they would never find you there. The only problem is that my daughter is ----"

Cillian gets interrupted by loud banging and shouting coming from outside the door.

Flynn and I shoot each other  looks of fear on our faces and immediately hold on to each other's hands, knowing that it's the guards banging on the door.

"Follow me !" Björn whispers and drags us to a bookshelf. He pulls out a book and the shelf moves to the side, revealing stairs leading down to a door. He pushes us in there and immediately shuts the shelf behinds us, leaving Flynn and I completely alone.

I let go of Flynn's hand, only for him to grab it again. To be honest, I didn't even mind it. We both slowly walk to the door and open it up. A big room with beautiful paintings on the ceiling and one big bed is hiding behind the old a and rusty door.

"It's beautiful." We both gasp.

"Yes, yes it is. Do you know what I like the most about it ?" Flynn says and looks at my curious face.

"What, Eugie ?" I ask him.

"That there is only one bed and you can't hear a thing outside of what's happening inside this room. I mean the walls are pretty thick." He walks over to a wall and knocks on it to prove his point, while smirking at me, making me gasp

"Yeah, good that nothing is going to happen you dirty kid, since I'm literally being searched in the whole country by royal guards." I smirk and hop one the bed. My answer making him groan.

"Well, no is a no I guess." Flynn pouts, but hops on to me, crushing me beneath him.

"I can't breath, asshole." We both burst out laughing and I push him to the side.

"I never thought I'd say this sentence ever In my life , but I enjoy being wanted in whole England and running away from a whole ass kingdom with you, (Y/N)." Flynn whispers, and holds on to my hand.

I smile happily, finally getting some peace from the world. My eyes suddenly widen, as the realisation of what he just told me hit me.

HE HEARD EVERYTHING.