Resist // l.s

Chapter 4.

Harry's P.O.V

{ L } unch was pretty damn awkward.

 

Everyone was sitting down at the long dining room table in an awkward silence. This actually made me quite glad, because I really wasn’t in the fucking mood to talk to anyone. I'd always believed this whole 'patron' thing was a whole bunch of bullshit, but who am I to stop the precious King from doing his bidding.

I sat there silently, not lifting my eyes from the food on my plate because I could feel his eyes piercing through me. Why'd he always have to fucking stare? Those bright blue eyes, that tan skin, his light brown hair that was always messy but seemed to just sit right without any effort...Louis infuriated me. Even he should know that. But still, he always tried to be so innocent, so pure, like he's never done a thing wrong in his life. Risking a quick look, I glanced up and - of course - found him staring right at me. Though whenever he saw that I caught him his cheeks flushed and he looked back down again and I snorted softly. Pathetic. "What do you think about the meal, Harry?" My mother asked and the whole table seemed to look over at me. I furrowed my brow and took in a slow breath.

"Adequate," I said simply and kept eating. It seemed to get slightly more awkward, but who was I to care. They could all sit there like morons and eat away, but I didn't have to. So I stood up - once again, all eyes resting on me and I wiped my mouth with the napkin. "If you'll all excuse me, I have other things to attend to," I said softly, but then my father - who I despised with every bit of my being - stood up and turned his harsh glare on to me.

"You'll sit down, boy. We are all eating as a family." I glared back at him as hard I could, and we stood there; just challenging each other. I felt Louis watching me intently and I clenched my fists by my side. 

"Honey, just sit down please," My mother said softly, rubbing my arm. They all expected too much of me, the whole lot. Well, sorry to disappoint. 

"Like I said...I have other things to attend to. Louis. Come with me." I said in a firm voice, my eyes not looking away from my father even as Louis shyly stood up and slowly walked over to my side. Even when I was slowly making my way out of the room - Louis quietly tagging along - I could still feel my father glaring hard into my back; and I couldn't help but smirk and chuckle because I knew what I had done had ultimately pissed him off.

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"If you don't mind me asking...what was going on back there?" Louis asked me quietly as I walked briskly down the hallways. My fists were still clenched, and I was taking big strides so Louis had to almost jog to keep up with me. 

"My father is a right prick, that's all you need to know." I said lowly and turned around a corner. I didn't know where I was going; I just...needed to be far away from him. 

"But...why did you take me out of the room with you? Where are we going?" He asked in that stupid little shy, quiet voice of his. I had to stop walking and turn to him abruptly; his blue eyes widened and I almost wanted to slap him.

"Can you just...be quiet? Please?" I said firmly and the shorter boy rolled his lips in his mouth, giving me a small nod. Turning, I continued walking down the hallway till we reached the castle library; one of the few places I still liked in this awful place. When Louis walked in, he whistled softly and looked around. I furrowed my brow as I watched him; his lips slightly parted as he looked around at all the books.

"You must have every book ever written!" He said in awe, walking up to a shelf and just ghosting his fingers over the spine of a book that was wrapped in green leather. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I gave him a shrug.