Disney Magic

Disney Magic: Chapter Eight

A week as a Disney ‘Prince’ and Harry was already longing for the simple days when all he had to do was wag his ass and stand on his head for a few seconds.

Now there was talking involved, trying to imitate Flyn’s voice just the way it was in the movie, so not to confuse the young children who’s brains were slowly turning to much as parents stuffed more and more cotton candy down their mouths to keep them awake and smiling for photos.

The only nice thing that came with the Prince title, was the fact that he could breath without feeling like he was being suffocated by a giant bobble head.

Other than that, he truly felt he’d been cheated, given a promotion he couldn’t even enjoy.

The only barable part of it all was breakfast, when Harry would lead Jess around to each table and grin down at nervous girls and sulking boys. And the only reason this part of his day was remotely reasonable, was because halfway through, the boys were supposed to disperse, to give the girls some alone time with the princesses.

Which meant that Harry was guaranteed an hour or so with Louis, without Eleanor, each and every day. This was only slightly spoiled by the fact that he was far from alone with Louis, instead crammed into a small break room, with Niall and Liam, who felt the need to take out their sexual frustration of being linked with a Princess for an hour, by making out in the corner every day, and Zayn who was self absorbed with the image that reflected back at him through the mirror.

So in a way, Harry supposed he and Louis were alone, maybe it just wasn’t enough.

“So how’s Jess?” Louis asked, exactly a week after Harry’s promotion.

Harry shrugged lazily, accepting the bagel Louis handed him and nibbling on the edge, his eyes drifting to Louis’ long slender legs, his eye catching a hole in Louis’ green tights.

“You’ve got a hole,” Harry muttered, pointing down and Louis glanced down, smirk pulling on his lips.

“What were your eyes doing down there Styles?” Louis asked and Harry flushed, reaching out quickly for a water bottle and taking a long sip, refusing to meet Louis’ eyes as he sputtered out an excuse. Louis just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, whatever you say mate. I’ll change them out after this breakfast thing, don’t want to be late. Eleanor is in full blown demon mode.”

Harry choked on his water and tried to ignore how giddy he felt at Louis trashing his poor, clueless girlfriend.

“Is it he period?” Niall asked from nowhere and Harry and Louis’ head whipped around to face their Irish friend, who was pulling back from Liam, the latter looking down at Niall horrified.

“Niall-” Louis said slowly, shaking his head in disbelief, “Did you just ask me if Elle was on her period?”

Niall shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting between Louis and Liam, “I-uh, well, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just asking if that, because if it is, should she be working? That’s a light blue dress and if she leaks-”

Harry couldn’t contain his burst of laughter anymore and it erupted, his hand flying up to cover his mouth sheepishly, as all eyes turned to look at him.

And then the rest of the laughter erupted as all the boys, even Zayn who had been pulled out of his thoughts long enough to listen to Niall’s inquisition of Eleanor’s cycle.

Louis shook his head, absolutely beaming and reached up, ruffling Niall’s hair, “She actually is mate. You know how I know that?”

“You woke up next to a puddle of blood-”