Louis & Harry

Act I: Scene II

A/N:

Okay, so I've changed some ages because I will never stop saying that it's BEYOND weird that they got married and had kids so young back then! Since this is an LGBT romance I have made it where it was acceptable even in the olden times. Sorry if you think I'm ruining Shakespeare but this is how it is.

Lord Styles walks into his office with Count Pearce, followed by a servant, Paul.

Lord Styles continues his conversation as he takes a seat behind his desk, "But Tomlinson has sworn an oath just like I have, and he's under the same penalty. I don't think it will be hard for men as old as we are to keep the peace."

"You both have honorable reputations, and it's too bad you've been enemies for so long. But what do you say to my request?" Pearce asks.

"I can only repeat what I've said before. My Son is still very young. He's not even seventeen years old. Let's wait two more summers before we start thinking he's ready to get married."

"Girls and boys younger than he often marry and become happy parents." Pearce argues.

"Children who marry so young grow up too soon. But go ahead and charm him, gentle Pearce; make him love you. My permission is only part of his decision. If he agrees to marry you, my blessing and fair words will confirm his choice. Tonight I'm having a feast that we've celebrated for many years. I've invited many of my closest friends, and I'd like to welcome you and add you to the guest list. At my humble house tonight, you can expect to see dazzling stars that walk on the ground and light the sky from below. You'll be delighted by young men and women as fresh as spring flowers. Look at anyone you like, and choose whatever person seems best to you. Once you see a lot of boys, you might not think my son's the best anymore. Come along with me." The Lord replies to the Count's argument.

"Go, little fellow, walk all around Verona. Find the people on this list and tell them they're welcome at my house tonight." Styles hands Paul a price of paper and walks out of the room with Pearce.

*On the streets of Verona that same day*

"Find the people who's names are on this list? It is written that the shoemakers and tailors should play with each other's tools, that fishermen should play with paints, and painters should play with fishing nets. But I've been sent to find the people whose names are written on this list, and I can't read! I'll never find them on my own. I've got to find somebody who knows how to read to help me. But here comes some people, right in the nick of time." Paul says to himself, scratching his head.

"Come on, man. You can put out one fire by starting another. A new pain will make the one you have already have seem less. If you make yourself dizzy, you can cure yourself by spinning back around in the opposite direction. A new grief will put the old one out of your mind. Make yourself lovesick by gazing at some new girl, and your old lovesickness will be cured." Ben says to Louis.

"The plantain leaf is excellent for that." He replies flatly.

(The plantain leaf was thought to have healing powers)

"For what, Louis?"

"For when you cut your shin."

"What? Louis, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, but I'm tied up tighter than a mental patient in a straitjacket. I'm locked up in a prison and deprived of food. I'm whipped and tortured-" He stops as a man walks up to him.

"Good evening, good fellow." He greets Paul.

"May God give you a good evening. Excuse me, sir, do you know how to read?" Paul asks.

"I can read my own fortune in my misery." Louis replies with a sigh.

"Perhaps you've learned from life and not from books. But please tell me, can you read anything you see?"

"Yes, if I know the language and the letters."

"I see. Well, that's an honest answer. Have a nice day." Paul assumes Louis means he doesn't know his letters and begins to walk away.

Louis stops him, "Stay fellow. I can read."

He takes the letter and begins to read the names. "Signor Mark and his wife and daughters, Count Austin and his beautiful sisters, Victor's widow, Signor Parker and his lovely nieces, Martian and his brother Vince, My uncle Styles and his wife and daughters, my fair niece Eleanor and Olivia, Signor Vincent and his cousin Tyler, Luke and the lively Hailey."

"That's a nice group of people. Where are they suppose to come?" Louis asks, handing the sheet back to the servant.

"Up." He replies.

"Where? To supper?"

"To our house."

"Whose house?"

"My master's house."

"Indeed, I should have asked you before who he was."

"Now I'll tell you so you don't have to ask. My master is the great and rich Styles, and if you don't belong to the house of Tomlinson, please come and drink a cup of wine. Have a nice day!" Paul says, and leaves abruptly.

"The beautiful Eleanor whom you love so much will be at Style's traditional feast, along with every beautiful woman in Verona. Go there and compare her objectively to some other girls I'll show you. The woman who you think is as beautiful as a swan is going to look as ugly as a crow to you." Ben tells him, as sure as ever.

"If my eyes lie to me like that, let my tears turn into flames and burn them for being such obvious liars! A woman more beautiful than the one I love? The sun itself has never seen anyone as beautiful since the world began." Louis says, unconvinced by his cousins words.

"Come on, you first decided she was beautiful when no one else was around. There was no one to compare her to except herself. But let your eyes compare her to another beautiful woman who I'll show you at this feast, and you won't think she's the best anymore." Ben promises.

"I'll go with you. Not because I think you'll show me anything better, but so I can see the woman I love."

End of scene...

A/N:

Sorry for posting it so late, I thought I had already published it but turns out I didn't lol.

See you all tomorrow!

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