Resist // l.s

Chapter 5.

Louis' P.O.V

{ L } ife at the palace was getting easier.

I decided my best tactic would be to just sit back, don't cause any commotion, and just do as I'm told.

Especially by Harry.

I still haven't questioned him about our kiss, or why he gets so defensive about certain things, but then again he has been acting better towards me. He speaks more kindly, he hasn't gotten mad or screamed at me since the last time...it's only been a few days, but it's something. I'd just finished doing his laundry and was walking down the hallway with the basket in my arms when I went passed the library and heard yelling. After Harry had trashed the place, he'd locked the door so his father couldn't get in, but apparently, he had...
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT BOY!" His father’s loud voice boomed around the walls. "BRING HIM TO ME, NOW!" I flinched as the door swung open and almost hit me. His father’s face looked red with rage as his eyes scanned the area; finding me before I had a chance to run. "You! Patron! Where is your mentor!" He yelled at me and I swallowed thickly, bowing my head to him.

"I-I do not know sir, I'm just doing his washing-"

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" He yelled even louder and I whimpered softly, keeping my head down.

"I do n-not-"

"Speak up boy!" He said and pushed my arm, making the sheets and bed clothes fall onto the floor.

"Can't you just quit being an asshole for five minutes?" I hear a much softer, but emotionless voice say from the other end of the hall; though it was quiet, I knew who it was. I turned my head slightly so I could see Harry standing there, a blank expression on his face as he looked at his father. You could pick up the look of disgust easily.

"YOU! GET IN THIS GOD DAMNED LIBRARY AND CLEAN IT UP!" The kings voice boomed; though Harry stood his ground, merely looking over at me with a frown on his face.

"Louis, pick up those sheets and come with me to my room." Harry said lowly, completely ignoring his father; only causing him to grow angrier.

"Excuse me?! Did you not hear me, BOY?" He yelled and Harry's eyes slowly slid over to meet his father’s harsh gaze.
"I'm not cleaning anything. Not for you." His father let out a growl-like sound and he looked down at me; grabbing my arm by the elbow and pushed me with so much force towards the library that I lost control of my feet and fell to the ground; hitting the wall. Harry's eyes widened, but he made no move to step closer, even as I teared up. 
"Either YOU clean it Harold, or your little maid does." I gulp and rub my sore arm - that will definitely be bruised from his harsh grip - and look up at Harry. His eyes look like a raging storm as he stands there silently. He takes a few steps forward, but walks towards me instead, helping me up. His eyes meet mine for a few seconds and he nods at me.

"Pick up the sheets. Go to my room. Wait for me there." He says quietly and I nod, bending down to pick them all up and I hurry away to his room. When I look back over my shoulder, expecting to see Harry follow me, he is instead standing right in front of his father. But I keep walking.

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Harry's P.O.V

{ G } od, I hate this man.

Just the very look of him makes me seethe with rage. The way his hair falls exactly like mine, his eyes that probably hold the same anger as me, and his stance mirrors mine; arms crossed over our chests.

"Why can you not just do as you're told, Harold?" he said in a much softer voice - now that Louis was gone, he mustn't feel the need to show off - though it was still a yell. I sighed and tilted my head to the side.