1D: Stockholm Prince (zianourry)

A Royal Pick-me-up

 Niall awoke to Zayn's arms around his waist. With a chuckle, Niall kissed the man on the nose. "Wake up, sleepy head. You were to be up hours ago," he gently teased. Zayn stretched, letting go of Niall. "I was doing my job still," he yawned then forced himself up. Niall rolled his eyes and got out of bed. "You can't call snuggling 'protecting the prince, Zayn," he laughed. Zayn gave a lazy smile and then collapsed back into the comfort of the bed. "I'll be up and dressed in ten... fifteen minutes, alright?" he grumbled. Niall walked to his closet, and then turned to glare at the knight. "So you're just going to watch me get dressed?!"

 Zayn propped his head up on a pillow and smirked. "Nothing I haven't seen before," he snickered. Niall's face reddened, and then he slowly removed his pajama pants. Zayn quickly sat up to get a better view when a knock came at the door.

" Lord Niall," a callous voice bellowed. Niall jumped back, falling into his closet as Zayn scrambled under the bed. "W-Who dare disrupts me?!" Niall called back, poorly feigning authority. The door opened, and two hooded knights stepped into the room led in by Louis. "Honestly Niall," Louis started, averting his gaze to the floor. "You really should get accustomed to wearing clothes." Niall ran into the closet and poked his head out. "Can't you pick more convenient times to march in?" he whined. Louis smirked. "I just came to give you heavier back-up. Along with Zayn, you'll have two of our militant guards to keep you safe," he stated, his tone sickeningly sweet. Niall glared at his brother. "That's nice and all but, must they be here now, while I'm getting dressed?"

 Louis snapped his fingers, and the guards turned around. "Taken care of. The coronation starts in one hour, and if it starts without you, you will begin your reign as king without a-"

            A maid called Louis into the hall. Louis sighed and bowed. "Just keep it together, alright? See you in an hour," he said then rushed out of the room. Niall groaned and quickly got dressed, trying his best to ignore the beastly looking men at his door. Niall knew he meant well, but Louis was honestly over thinking the whole ordeal. If there was anything Niall was sure of, it was that the only thing that would go wrong today was that he would be crowned king instead of Louis.

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 Beads of sweat formed along Louis' brow as he navigated down the corridor to his chambers.  Today was the day, he thought to himself. The Guards have been bribed, the stage has been rigged, nothing could go wrong. Louis turned the corner and opened the door to his room. So why the hell am I so afraid?  The dark-haired prince combed back his hair with his hand and took a deep breath. "May I ask the meaning of the interruption, Harriet?" Louis asked, turning the light up on the kerosene lamp.

 "Harriet is oh, so close but no cigar, love!" the 'maid' replied in a lower-pitched voice. Louis' eyes widened as he got a better look at the maid and nearly choked.

Before him was a rather firmly built man with curly brown hair that was lazily tucked into a maid's bonnet. He wore a black maid's uniform that hugged his body a bit too well and that barely covered his knees. The mischievous smirk on his face filled Louis with a sense of fear and allure. "H-Hazza? Where's my m-maid?" he finally stammered out. Hazza chuckled and twirled a lock of hair around his gloved finger. "Oh, don't worry about her. I fill out the uniform better anyway," he joked. Louis groaned. "She is alive, right?" questioned Louis. Hazza pouted. "Is that really as important as what's happening right now?" he groaned.  The beads of sweat began to multiply. What on Earth have I gotten myself into? "Y-yes, the plan. It will require a ... less revealing outfit than the one you've chosen," said Louis, an air of disgust in his voice. Hazza rolled his eyes. "Fine. Now speak, we haven't much time before curtain call."

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 The guards stared at the door for about twenty minutes before Niall finally ordered them to turn around. This was so freaking awkward, he thought to himself. "E-excuse me," Niall said to the guards. At the very sound of his voice, the two guards fell to their knees and bowed towards him. "Yes, my king," they said in Unison. A tear formed in Niall's eye, physically pained by the new title. The blond cleared his throat and continued his command. "Ple- ...I order you to wait farther down the West Wing. I need some time alone, if you don't mind," he declared in a trembling tone of authority. The men leaped to their feet, and left the room.

 "The coast clear now, love?"asked Zayn, peaking his head from under the bed. Niall nodded, and Zayn slid out, covered in dust. Once on his feet again, he took a look at Niall, and began smiling uncontrollably. Niall cocked his head to the side in confusing. "What are you smiling out?"

 "You. You look so... so perfect," he said, giggling. "Like a little angel."

Niall gave a sad chuckle. He guessed he looked nice. The white suit covered in golden embroidering on the collar and sleeves did give him an angelic appearance. "I wish I felt perfect," he said, his voice shaky. Tears began to fill Niall's blue eyes. "Zayn... do you... do you really think I'll be a good king?"

 The guard walked over to the prince with open arms. Niall fell into his firm arms, sobbing into his chest. Zayn held the young prince tightly, softly hushing him. "You will be the best king this country has ever had, and don't you believe anything else," he reassured him.

           

            "How can you be sure? How can you-"before Niall could finish his statement, Zayn had raised his chin so that their eyes met. As Niall gazed into the sardonyx eyes of Zayn – the world stopped. There was no coronation, there was no crown. It was only them. Niall felt his heart beat faster, his breath shortened the longer he gave into Zayn's intense gaze. Zayn smirked and gave a slight chuckle. "Maybe this will calm you down," he said and tilted his head. Niall closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips against Zayn's scarred ones.

            The warmth of Zayn's mouth sent Niall into a passionate rage. The once whimpering prince curled his arms around his guard's neck, melting into the bliss of their kiss. Zayn felt himself being pushed backwards, actually overpowered by the man. Just as he pulled away from the kiss, Niall had pushed the two onto the bed.

           

 Zayn raised his eyebrow, giving Niall an incredulous smile. "What happened to my whiny little prince?" he asked. Niall gave a dazed grin as he wiped a bit of saliva from his mouth. "He's become a king," he stated, an air of arrogance in his voice. He lifted himself from the man and straightened his clothing. "Now go get ready, the coronation begins soon."

            Zayn got up from the bed, his face flushed from his experience. "As you wish, my king," he said and nearly skipped out the room.