The Boy Across The Bay

Chapter 3

'Unbelievable. How is he here right now? What is going on?' Harry thought to himself.

He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed him standing there. Nobody seemed to care. But he did.

He walked right up to him, fiercely. "Tomlinson! What are you doing here?" Harry spat.

Louis just smiled at him.

"You weren't invited. How did you get in?" Harry asks, looking around for the guards.

"No, I wasn't. But you know me—" Louis started.

"No, actually, I don't," Harry muttered.

"—I couldn't miss an opportunity to party," Louis continued.

Harry scoffed. "It's Friday night. Aren't you supposed to be at your own party—on your side of the bay?" He asked.

Louis chuckled, "Zayn's actually got that covered for me."

Harry looked at him, confused. "Who?"

"Nevermind. I came here because I wanted to formally invite you myself to our next event," Louis said, reaching into his breast pocket of his plush velvety, navy coattail—he was wearing a light green vest with matching dark blue trousers and brown boots—and pulling out a piece of paper, which he handed to Harry.

Harry took it and glanced over it. It was an invitation to one of Louis' infamous parties. Harry shoved it back into Louis' hand and declined, saying, "I'm sorry to disappoint. You obviously came all this way just to give me an invitation, but my answer is no."

Louis shoved the invitation back toward Harry's chest and stared at him blankly. "No? I'm the one who should apologize because I don't take 'no' for an answer. To be honest, I wasn't asking."

"Look. I can't go to your party because I'm Harry Styles," Harry tried to explain.

Louis chuckled. "Oh, so because you're so important, you don't have to listen to anyone? You do know I'm a king, right? I rank higher than you, so in reality, you should be the one following orders from me."

"Yeah you're the king of another kingdom who has no jurisdiction here! Which is precisely why I can't go—and why you shouldn't be here!" Harry waved his hands in the air at the word 'here.'

Louis grabbed both Harry's wrists and pulled them together, down towards his chest. "You don't want to make a scene now, do you?" He asked Harry, smirking.

Harry's eyes went wide as he looked around the room to see if anyone noticed him flailing his arms around. He looked back at Louis and gulped a simple, "no."

"Good. So you'll listen then?" Louis asked, still holding Harry's wrists.

Harry just nodded, biting his lip. He did that when he was nervous. Louis isn't supposed to be here, and Harry is definitely not supposed to be talking to him. And now he's just supposed to listen to him?

Whatever it takes to get him to go away, without anyone noticing he was ever even here.

"I want you to come to my party next week. I truly think you'll enjoy it. Now I know you can't be seen with me because of our families' history. But our castles are right across from each other, over the bay. I know that because I look out every night from my bedroom window and I can see you still haven't gone to bed because your oil lamp is still burning bright in your bedroom. What on earth are you doing that late at night, all alone, in your bedroom? Hmm?" Louis stated, with a sly smirk.

Harry gasped. He realized Louis was still holding his wrists to his chest, so he pulled them away and blushed. "Oh so you're a peeping tom?! Even more reason to stay far away from you!"