1D: Stockholm Prince (zianourry)

A Royal 'Hazza'rd

 Two more days to go...Niall thought as he sat in his bed, staring at the silk canopy with dull eyes.He grabbed a pillow and pressed it into his face, and screamed. He screamed until his voice was hoarse as he kicked about on his bed. In the hall, he could hear the growing sound of storming footsteps. He took a deep breath, knowing Zayn was on his way to comfort him.

The door sprang open, and both Zayn and Louis came to into the room. "Niall, are you alright?" they said simultaneously, then looked away from the prince. Niall sat up, and stared at them, then down at himself. He was only wearing a pair of pants, and a rather tight pair at that. He squeaked, and used a pillow to cover himself. "I... I was just letting out a bit of steam," he stammered.  "It's rather late, you know," sighed Louis. "Perhaps the best method would be to sleep instead of waking half the castle." Zayn ruffled his messy brown locks. "If you want, I could stay with you until you fell asleep... I-If it would help you, my liege," he offered. Louis glared at Zayn. "I wouldn't mind doing the same, brother." A childish happiness swept over Niall. "You'd... you'd both stay with me?" he asked, a pep in his crackling voice. Zayn tackled the prince into the bed with a devilish laugh. Louis chuckled and joined the two in the bed, laying next to the sullen prince. Zayn rested his head on Niall's chest, and Louis held both Zayn and Niall in a warm embrace. “Good Night,” smiled Niall. “Night little brother,” Louis purred, kissing Nials' forehead. Zayn yawned, closing his eyes. “Night, sweet prince,” he muttered before drifting off to sleep. Louis chuckled and snuggled his brother until he too, fell asleep in his arms. After an hour, it would be time.

Slowly, Louis crept from the bed. Easily of course, as Niall had curled himself up in Zayn's arms. He took a deep breath, now was the time. He quietly left the room and tip-toed down the hallway, avoiding the night guards with catlike precision. Finally, he found his way to the courtyard, and began the deal.

The moon was bright that night, illuminating the cool Spring night. Louis stood in the middle of the courtyard, shaking as he tried to maintain a brave demeanor. From the shadows of the trees walked two men, each is thick, black hoods. One quickly removed his hood, revealing his dark hair. “My Prince – king,” he said and bowed. Louis smirked. “Excellent work, sir Liam,” he purred. He then looked over at the other hooded man, waiting for his reveal. “I am to assume you are the demon, yes?” The hooded man chuckled. “Demon? My talent is obscure and my means are … different but I don't think I deserve the title of demon.” Louis raised an eyebrow. “Well... what am I to call you then, sir...?” The hooded man bowed, then stood up, knocking his hood off his messy brown hair. “Most don't live long enough to learn my real name, but you may call me Hazza,” he announced. Louis became flustered as he gazed at the other man. He cleared his throat, and regained his composure. “Well, Hazza. Everything is set for you tomorrow. Your payment will be any jewels found on the man aside from the crown. Look for me at the back entrance of the castle, and I'll let you in.”

Hazza offered his hand to the young prince. “Then we have a deal, My King.” Louis cautiously grabbed Hazza's hand and shook it. Hazza pulled Louis into his arms and forced a kiss before pushing him away. “That'll do for now,” he laughed and disappeared into the night. Louis watched him leave, dumbfounded as Liam watched with anger. “You just- you just let him kiss you like that?” complained Liam. Louis' face became bright red. “I-I didn't know he was going to, and you just watched! You didn't do a damn thing!” he argued back. Liam grabbed Louis' shirt and pulled him close. “You don't kiss anyone else without my permission, got it?” he grumbled. Louis smiled, and pecked him on the nose. “Loud and clear.”