"Oh, I can't
stop you putting roots in my dreamland
my house of stone, your ivy grows
and now I'm covered in you"
...
"i'm the bloody king of this country and the love of your boss's life, not some godforsaken groupie!"
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the one where the next in...
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"Holy shit, pardon my french, but we actually did it" Louis spoke to Harry, as the two got off stage, still caught up in the moment and able to hear the audience cheer for them. To say that his royal highness was caught off guard would be an understatement, as this was the reaction that Harry, him and their team were expecting and looking for from the being. However, now that it actually had happened, it didn't stop him from indulging in the moment.
"Of course we did, babe" Harry smirked, placing an arm around Louis' waist and pulling him next to his side, kissing him on the cheek. Louis playfully rolled his eyes, pushing Harry off of him, looking him straight in the eye.
"Don't you babe me Mr., I'm still not over the little surprise you pulled back in my suite"
"You mean thank you Harry, the proposal that you came up with is everything I have ever dreamed of and so much more? Cause if so, I feel you and you are totally welcomed." Harry half-sarcastically replied, while Louis shook his head, not able to keep a smile from cracking on his face.
"I really want to hate you right now"
"Then hate me" Harry raised his hands in surrender, also not able to hide his smile from the prince while Louis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before he looked back up at Harry.
"I wish it were that simple"
"And why does it have to be complicated? Love me or hate me, I don't care, cause either way I have the title of Prince Consort in front of my name" Harry stepped up closer to the blue eyes beauty, smirking while Louis laughed sarcastically, playfully hit him on the chest.
"You are a menace, Harry Styles"
"And I'm guessing that's one of many things that you HATE about me?" Harry teased, emphasising on the hate part, waiting and wanting to get a reaction from the blue eyed beauty, who only huffed, not looking him in the eye as he spoke.
"You wouldn't be wrong"
"Is that so? Tell me more, what else do you hate about me?" Harry continued on, his arm never leaving the young royals' waist, whispering the words into his ear, as they continued down the hallway.
"I hate how self-absorbed and cocky you are...to the media, to me you are this self-assured and confident young man who has more power in his hands than he knows or at least that he wants to admit to himself" Louis spoke, not holding back and it was now Harry's turn to be taken aback.
"Louis" Harry spoke up, as Louis waved his hand, not letting him interrupt quite yet, obviously a lot on his mind that needed to be said.
"I hate how thoughtful and caring you are, just today with Foster and Finely...you treat them like they are your equals, you did not once look down on them nor sit down for that matter until all of their wishes came true"
"I hate how you are the first person not to treat me differently because of the family I come from"
"I love that I can't hate you, not even a tiny bit and sometimes, when I look into your eyes, I pretend your mine, all the damn time"
