sword ◦ larry stylinson

XII

[A/N]: OH MY OG DJO in the last few DAYS I'VE GONE FROM #365 TO #90 to nothing and back again to #342 IN HISTORICAL FICTION ASLKFHS THANK YOU THO

[A/N]: I also think it's funny when their bodyguards are famous enough to be in a fangirl's fanfic. Oh and above is my reference, although I interchanged their clothes.

twelfth chapter

"YOU LOOK LIKE A FAIRHEAD. Louis will also think that." Conrad patted Harry's shoulders as the latter breathed in and out nervously.

"I do not know if I would do well." Harry stammered, already sweating.

"Stay out of the attention, stay with Niall." Conrad encouraged, "Few of us will be lingering there, too. Mario and Paddy will come, too."

"That ... That soothes my nerves a little." Harry admitted.

"Are you finished, Harry?" Heath popped his head in, "Wow, you look... well, proper."

"He's a nervous wreck." Conrad chuckled, his laugh booming through the room, "Prince Louis and all."

"Ah, speaking of.." Heath tugged someone into the room. Harry's heart skips a beat as he does so, but he only brought out Niall, and his heart calmed down just a bit. Heath laughed in amusement, "Not what you are thinking off, but he's close. He'll bring you to that person."

"That I shall!" Niall saluted, "Let us go, Harry? It is starting."

As if to prove his point, a loud moot horn cuts them off, a call for all the freemen to assemble. Niall excitedly squealed, before grabbing Harry's arm. The lad stumbled to grab his mask, but carefully held it. He needed to return all these clothes to the prince and not shed a single thread in them, even the mask.

Niall and Harry stood in the back, putting their masks on. They mix in with the crowd. Most of them are women, dressed in what seemed like the most expensive and most colorful dresses in the whole country with mask that could certainly catch attention. The men were the same, and Harry realized that he was single-handedly judged them all when he was one of them.

On the very front stood the royal family, well, six of them. The king, the two young princess, the two older princesses, and the prince. Niall nudged Harry, ready to shoot teasings about how harry was openly gaping at Louis. Harry couldn't help it; the prince just looked so beautiful up there.

Louis wore a mask that Harry didn't know the name of, but it was in the color of a pearly white. It's simple, covering Louis' forehead and cheekbones but it had a long nose. His hair is pulled back and volume had been put into it and smoothly running down until his the back of his neck. Under the long nose, Harry could see Louis grinning, and it made his heart flutter. He almost looked Victorian with his clothing, but he was still beautiful, and he looked more mysterious with the black cape.

Someone bumped into Harry, a seemingly middle-aged man with his wife desiring to be in front. Harry tore his gaze away to stumble to the side, and Niall nudged him again, "Look."

"Where?" Harry whispered.

"There, you dimwit." Niall laughed and cupped Harry's cheeks to direct his eyes back to the royal family once again, and Louis was grinning at him, at them. Harry waved a hesitant, and subtle hand to wave at the prince, making sure not to get noticed by anyone.

He saw Louis grin wider, and his hand came from being folded behind him, but it stopped midway, and Louis only dropped one of his eyelids in a wink. Harry heard women near him and Niall swoon and squeal quietly. Niall snorted quietly, "Let us let them dream."