When they reached Harry's room, they immediately ran and jumped onto the bed.
"Oof," Louis said, landing face down with his arms and legs spread out.
Harry looked at him and they both burst into a fit of giggles. "What do you think the girls will be like?"
"Well, there's sixty of them, lots of room for variety," Louis laughed, rolling onto his back.
"What if they're all exactly the same," Harry said and burst into another round of giggles.
"They all wear the same clothes and say the same things," Louis added. Harry found this immensely funny, and Louis couldn't help but laugh, hearing the other boys' laughter. "Ugh, that would be awful. Imagine spending three months with sixty of the same person. I would just die, it would be so terrible."
"What if they all have evil plans to take over the world?" Harry said. "One of them started out with plans, and got her best friend in on it, but they accidentally made too many clones of themselves."
"Or what if they're all crazy fangirls? Harry. Harry. Harry," Louis said, in a high-pitched voice, tickling his sides.
Harry shrieked with laughter. "Stop, stop! Lou stop!"
Louis laughed, releasing him from his grip.
"I bet they're all fangirls of you. They came here only because their parents forced them to, but when they found out you were staying here too, they suddenly got all excited."
"Mmm," Louis said. "Maybe. I think they'd rather be your fangirls. You're pretty."
"Ugh, I'd rather they be your fangirls," Harry said, oblivious to the compliment.
"Ew no, I don't want them. You can have them all. All sixty of them."
Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust. "No way," he said. "No thank you."
Louis laughed at the face Harry was pulling. "We can just give them away to someone else," he suggested.
"Please," Harry said. "Let's give them away before they even arrive."
"Aww, it can't be that terrible."
"I'd rather just be free to spend time with you."
Louis smiled softly. "You never know, it could work out."
Harry shook his head. "You should tell your mum you're running away to live with me," he said.
"Hmm," Louis said. "Maybe I will. I could just stay here forever with you in my arms."
"What would she do if you ran away?"
"She would probably just have more babies to take over the throne instead of me," Louis said, making Harry giggle again. He turned his head to look at the curly-haired boy. "In all seriousness," he said, as Harry looked over at him, "she probably wouldn't be too concerned. She would just assume I was here. She would eventually start trying to get me back, once she realized I was serious about staying here forever, but she probably wouldn't mind, or even take me seriously until I turned eighteen and didn't show up to my coronation."
"You're already eighteen," Harry giggled.
Louis shrugged. "Nineteen whatever. You think I know when my coronation is?"
"It is your coronation. Maybe you should know. You'll be nineteen in a few months, that's kind of soon."
"Eh, I try not to think about it too much."
"But would she really not do anything until you turned nineteen?"
"I mean, I'm always over here anyway, what difference would it make to her?"
Harry looked over at him again. "You could just stay here forever and ever and never leave." Louis smiled softly, reaching to push a curl behind his ear.
"That would be nice. We could rule Asmithia together."
"Would you really do it? Runaway to live with me?" Harry asked.
"If you wanted me to," Louis said softly.
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Cursed // Larry Stylinson // Royalty AU
Fanfiction'The difference between like, love, and in love, is the difference between for now, for a while, and for forever.' // Prince Harry was cursed as a baby. As his seventeenth birthday grows closer, his parents become frantic trying to break it. But may...
