On the Run, Your Highness

King Harry

(Blood and stabbing and fighting and stuff)

Calum, Ashton, Luke, and Shawn make their way to the courtyard, scurrying as quietly as they can through the halls.

Liam, Taylor, Zayn, and Niall run down the hallways of the palace with Liam leading them.

Harry and Louis stay quiet in the courtyard, hoping no one will think to look out there for intruders.

"You have the crown?" Louis asks as Shawn comes running up to him through the door from the palace to outside.

Shawn nods, holding up the jeweled hat, "Yup."

"Okay," Louis grabs Harry's hand, dragging him over to the elevated platform farthest away from the doors. "Taylor, come here. We need to start." He points at the crown, "Shawn, give that to Taylor. And Luke, how big is your Instagram following?"

Luke scoffs, "I have a big ass for a reason."

"Then go live." Louis orders, "The people of the world need to know that Eroda has been taken back."

Luke nods, pulling out his phone. Ashton glances at him, doing a double take, "Where did King Mitch's sword go?"

"Oh..." Luke thinks for a moment, "Um, I dropped it."

"Whatever," Louis says, "Just, Taylor be fast."

Taylor grabs the crown from Shawn, glancing at Luke to see him holding up his phone. He quickly says into the live audience of already over a hundred people, "Hey! So um, I'm in Eroda with the prince. He's about to be king and stuff so tweet about this so everyone can see!" He points it at where Harry stands beside Taylor.

Taylor breathes in deeply, nodding to where he stands. "Our noblemen?" She asks, "We need two more!"

Louis looks around. She's right, He thinks, spotting Calum, Liam, and Taylor. Plus him, that's only four, they need six. His eyes fall onto Zayn and Niall.

Louis sighs, "Niall, Zayn, you've been loyal to the prince for as long as you've known him." He glances at Harry. "Would you do the honors, love?"

Harry understands immediately, looking at his two best friends. He glances around the room, holding his hand out to Calum. "May I?" Calum nods, pulling his sword from his sheath. Harry holds the sword, stepping forward to Zayn and Niall. "Boys, would you do me the honor of allowing me to knight you?"

Zayn and Niall glance at each other in shock. "What?" Zayn peeps out, "Really?"

Harry nods, stoically. "You were always two of the most noble men I ever knew. Please, boys. I need you."

Together, Zayn and Niall nod. "Of course, Harry." Niall says, bowing his head along with Zayn. They both get on their knees when Louis gestures to them.

"As prince of Eroda, I give you, Zayn Malik, and you, Niall Horan, the title of Sir Zayn Malik and Sir Niall Horan, official noblemen of Eroda." Harry states, placing the sword upon each man's shoulders lightly. "Rise as my knights."

They both stand up, trying not to get too giddy. Harry hands the sword back to Calum, giving him a grateful nod.

"Your Highness," Louis' voice is low, scaring Harry with the seriousness. "It's time."

Harry nods, moving back toward Taylor. He glances at Louis, "We're still missing someone. We need ten people in physical audience, this is only nine."

The doors open, everyone goes tense.

But the person who walks in is no actual threat. At least to no one but Harry's curls. His hairdresser, one of the last people that he saw before he fled the country, walks in. Michael Clifford, the man Harry loathed for giving him headaches, is going to save him.