Louis lifted the smaller crown from his head, replacing it with the larger one he would wear as King. He studied his reflection in the mirror. "I look too young to be wearing it," he said to Harry.
"I think it suits you," Harry said.
"Come here," Louis said with a small smile as he turned from the mirror to look at him.
"What?"
He gently grabbed Harry's wrist guiding him closer. He reached up, taking the crown from his own head and placing it on Harry's. "There," he said, settling it among his curls. "Perfect."
Harry turned to look in the mirror, tilting his head a bit. He giggled as the crown slid, now sitting crooked on his head. "I look like a little kid playing dress-up," he said. "You're at least nineteen, I'm only sixteen still."
"Nonsense," Louis said. "You look beautiful."
Harry turned his head to look at Louis again.
Louis looked at him, admiring the way the crown sat crooked in his curls, the traces of blue in his beautiful green eyes, the way the setting sun perfectly highlighted the way his curls fell on his forehead, almost covering his eyes. He admired the way his dimples showed and his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Louis had always admired his beauty, but somehow this felt different. Almost like...
His eyes trailed back down to Harry's lips again, but this time he barely registered his dimpled smile. They were standing so close. He only had to lean a bit farther...
"Your Majestys," a servant said, coming into the room and bowing her head. "The King and Queen need the crown now."
"Oh um," Louis said, caught off guard. He reached up, gently taking the crown from Harry's head, placing it back on the cushion. He wished he didn't have to take it off. He could get used to seeing it on him. This brought the memory that Harry wouldn't make it to his own coronation, and he bit his lip.
The servant took the cushion from him and bowed slightly to him. "Please," Louis said, voice quivering as he tried not to convey his pain and his fear. "How many times have I told you not to bow?"
"Your Majestys," another servant said stepping in. "It's almost time."
"We'll be there in a minute, thank you," Harry said, grabbing his crown from Louis' bed.
"I can't do this," Louis said once the two had left the room.
"Yes you can," Harry said. "You'll be the best King there ever was."
"No," Louis said. "I can't. I can't do this without you."
"Hey," Harry said. "I'm right here. Forever, remember?"
"But what if forever falls apart?"
Harry didn't say anything.
"I'm scared, Harry."
"Don't be-"
"Not about becoming King," Louis cut him off. "I'm scared to lose you. Harry- it's so close now- so close to your birthday and-" He took a shaky breath. "Harry, what are you supposed to do when you're falling in love with someone who's going to die?" He immediately regretted the words, but he knew they were true.
"What?"
"Never mind," he said quietly. "I-"
"Louis? Harry?" came a call from Anne. "Oh, thank goodness there you are. Louis dear, they need you now."
"Right," Louis said, reaching to wipe the tears from his eyes. He stepped away from Harry, slipping from the room.
Harry stood there staring at the place he had been standing in shock.
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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...
